Nar Shaddaa

Incognito Moyr discreetly returned to the meeting place of the Crescent Shadow activists.

Once again, there were random loiterers going about their day. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"For all the malpractice this place has suffered your resolve still shines like an opal." The Twi'lek commented on approach.

The vagrants, much like last time, simply perked their brow. However, Moyr soon felt someone bump into her and slip her a note with directions to a location a short distance away. It also showed a diagram on how to open a secret door in the wall.

She didn't beeline to the destination, just muddled about a little to cover tracks before getting out of sight so she could approach the place without being followed. Before she tried to open the lock, she checked what she could make of the systems they were using, still being sour about not getting the datapad.

EN3. Skulduggery.: 2eP+1eA 2 successes, 1 advantage

The lock appeared to be of a solid make and complexity. The key details of its construction were lost to the Sith but it was clear that it was professionally made and well-used.

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D3 EN Moyr Skulduggery Difficulty: 3eD 5 failures


3 Failures, 1 Advantage. 1 Advantage to give some details.

With her sense of self-accomplishment wounded, Moyr simply followed the instructions for opening the lock.

Inside was a curving corridor, only barely lit by torches. As soon as she stepped inside, the door behind her would slide back into place. At the very least, it was not locked on the inside.

She proceeded cautiously, but without hesitation, studying the place she was in for traces of useful information.

Make a Perception Check at Average Difficulty with 2 Setback Dice due to the darkness.

Perhaps Moyr was just tired, but couldn't fully make sense of what her scanner was showing her.

EN3. Perception. Scanner cancels Setback.: 1eP+2eA+2eD 0 successes, 2 advantage

There had not been anything of interest to be found in the tunnel. However, when she reached the next door, the eye slit opened immediately. "I saw ya, outsida. Ya were looking about." A pause. "Dat's good. The sorta thin' a clever gal would do. But first tell me: who are you?"

"A xeno from a planet where there Hutts are as much a problem as they are here. I go by many names. This is what a smart gal should do to cover her tracks. I can give you one, but in the end it doesn't matter that much." She replied with a small smile. "The bigger question is how I can help."

"There are no names here. You report to the cells you are directed to. And today, that is this one." He opened the door to a relatively more brightly lit room. It was devoid of any decorations; just pure concrete and utilitarian furniture. Inside were lines of various Shadow Town denizens. Most were wearing disguises to hide their faces but some new bloods did not get the memo. At the center was a woman who appeared to be in charge of the cell, given that she was giving everybody directions.

Moyr joined the crowd quietly. It was good not to stand out in her mask for once. She looked toward the woman in charge, trying to make of her as much as she could.

She had a rough voice, suggesting age or experience behind her scarf and goggles. She was authoritative and they listened.

But was she Force-Sensitive? A Jedi? Moyr attuned to the Force to know. The emotions around helped.

EN3. Sense.: 1eF 1 Dark Side


[2 Dark Pips]

There was no Force sensitivity to her. Her only connection to the Force was that the others in the room possessed on the merit of being alive.

That ruled one thing out, for the better. Moyr was all ears thus.

"All operations are on standby. We've gone quiet for a reason," she explained to another revolutionary, "Keeps them on their toes. And the chain above me hasn't given me any new targets."

"I guess it's safe to ask this now. Why N'ventas? He didn't look like an the best target to raise so much backlash over." Moyr asked.

"He was in charge of a major slicing organization. He brought in credits and that is what matters to the Hutts."

"Undercutting them economically is smart, but he strikes me as replaceable. His operations have already been seized, and business as usual in slicing and Hutts profiting from it will return soon enough. This is a very short-term gain. My point stands. Why are you not hitting them where it really hurts?"

"Alright, new girl." She set down her datapad and tilted her head. "What do you suggest then, huh?"

"Kill a Hutt." Moyr stated simply. "Like Nem'ro, Givaga or Kidaja."