— ROOTS〔nar shaddaa /// 3954BBY /// gray && vidu 〕
@viduregia
The lights of Nar Shaddaa were so familiar to him by now that they were almost comforting. For a long time, Gray thought that he was hard-pressed to find another home, especially when the bombardment of Taris came to ears two years ago, he'd felt a second loss that he hadn't thought he'd feel. He'd let them all go, hadn't he? He assumed his family all dead, but to go back would mean a confirmation he would never be ready for. The hand of fate — or rather, the Sith Empire — punched him in the gut that day, those two years ago. It was the dreadful confirmation he hadn't been looking for.
Lights flashed over head, the speeding of the car ruffled his curls, and the noise of Nar Shaddaa eternal. It was a lively city planet, both in the good and bad ways. Nar Shaddaa was the hub of his business more often than not, one of the many stations of his overlords, and a bounty in his home took priority more out of ease — and laziness — than anything outstanding. Besides, it paid well.
It took him about an hour to locate his target, one he'd been tracking for three days now; one Violet Waxbi, a smuggler that failed to smuggle. One alley in, a side door out, Gray weaved through the city by memory, until he came to a cantina he was less familiar with but had heard of by name. One glance across the patrons told him all he needed to know.
The description he'd been given was a human slim of figure, a mane of black curly hair, and dark skin. Without looking at the girl, he sat down next to her at the cantina bar, clearing his throat as he ordered a drink. “Are we going to do this nice, Ms. Waxbi, or are we gonna make a scene?”
