Nar Shaddaa

Niriti was not content. Her credits had fallen to unpleasant levels. The money that the Empire had given her had been taken, but now she would get it back. As she reached the Uptown, hidden in an alley, the woman, who was not dressed in her usual sensual ways but in more humble way; covered her head with a hood that shadowed her appearance. Her body, already frail and small, and her body movements indicated a weak person for that who came up to her the woman was the image of the weak, hungry who she had killed in her youth when she left Taris.

Using the new face, the now apparent man used her ways to scam money out of the person of the Uptown with fake charities. At the end of the hour, she had made 145 credits.

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Scam your Way (D3-ME). Misdirect, change appearance.: 1eF 1 Dark Side


Scam your Way (D3-ME). Deception.: 2eA+1eP+1eB+2eD 2 successes, 2 advantage

A man lights a death stick and blows some smoke out and then says to the disguised Niriti, “Rough time buddy?”

He is leaning against the alley entrance under an awning, the light of the death stick lighting his face.

Niriti is impressed with the looks of the man before her, but sticks to her own place as the charity caretaker. She mostly hides under her hood, only allowing to give glimpses of her fake appearance.

"There are many in need. Only a single sample of the charity of the blessed of this level is enough for those who suffer to bring one more meal today. Won't you give what is nothing to you, to bring one more day to someone?"

She knew very well her movements, her intonation. She had done this before, she had done it to survive in her home planet, where the strong would feed on the week, where the strong held the food from the feeble, only in her begs was she able to get a weeks food back then, and now she would use that memory to bring some credits to her need.

He takes a deep drag and says, “I am all tapped out buddy, I can offer you a smoke, but little else.”

Smoking was always one of the things that most poor people could never afford and were willing to scrape the floor for. It was something she despised since it reminded her of seeing people fighting over used buds, smoking others leftovers was even worst than eating their leftovers, this was not even nutritional and survival reasons.

The voice was apologetic though, when she replied, she needed not let her memories on that behalf show. She raised her hand turning down the offer. It was a feble hand, like her own, yet there was hair brushed on it, with bruises and broken nails as she remembered them on the man she emulated. "Thank you, kind soul, but the cigarettes only worsen my health as it is."

“Damn, well how about some water?” he offers.

Niriti feels some awkwardness from the man, so prior to accepting the water from him, she uses her Force powers to sense his intentions.

Sense.: 1eF 1 Dark Side

Niriti feels a blank spot where the man is concerned. There is no emotion there is nothing.

"If you don't want the water, that's fine," he says.

Should she take the water or not? the man was strange, mysterious, dangerous, her senses told her. There was always feelings on people, and this man had none, he was a blank in the area, a void. "I just had a water bottle from a young noble lady half an hour ago." She lied as she looked into the man with an emptiness in herself as well, recording his appearance in case she were to find him any other time.

He shrugs and puts it away saying, "Well find some shelter, it's going to be a wet one."

He finishes his smoke and leaves.

After such encounter, Niriti feels as if she dodged a bullet. She decides to leave as well, with as little as she has made.