<a class="postlink" href="https://lh6.ggpht.com/-6X_8cSYlTKk/TxOhKP0GVBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8t-us-guphQ/swtor%2525202012-01-15%25252020-20-33-65_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF8000">Nar Shaddaa (Moon of Nal Hutta)</span></span><br/><br/>Drak had enough. It was too long, being stuck in a tin can with a woman who hated him, and a droid who seemed to want to see him dead. At least he had the silence. There were a few awkward bumps, some quick looks, and the occasional necessary words, but for the most part things were calm. He did think a lot about their last 'conversation' though. One night he even dreamed about being in a place like Kessel, and he woke up sweating. It was not like him to care for a criminal; he didn't like it.<br/><br/>The whole ship shifted, and Drak was calmly woken from his sleep. They were out of hyperspace, which meant they were now at Nar Shaddaa, one of the grimiest places in the Galaxy. It was like all the bad parts of Coruscant, wrapped in a nice blanket of pollution. Some dared to call it little Coruscant, but Drak knew it more by it's seedier name, the Smuggler's Moon. If you wanted to hire a smuggler, a crook, a mercenary, or even an assassin, this was the best place to look. It was infested with the worst kind of vermin- criminals. Not a place for a cop.<br/><br/>They landed safely, and Drak reached the ramp with his belongings. Meena hurried him outside, but he hesitated. Looking onto the cityscape, the thick smog, the dirty streets- he felt alone. On Coruscant, he was the law, and he was at home. Now this was her place, her turf, and she was one of the best criminals amongst criminals. She could fire a blaster at him, or send him into a trap, and no one here would even stop to look twice. He was staring at Meena for what felt like an eternity, and he felt like he needed her help to assure her everything would be okay.<span style="font-style: italic">Don't be such a weak nerfherder!</span>Drak thought to himself. He didn't get to be the best investigator on Coruscant by hesitating, or by doubting himself.<br/><br/>He breathed out and stepped down the ramp. He took a whiff of what he hoped would be fresh air after breathing recycled air for far too long- but instead was met with something more foul. "This moon stinks," he commented to no one in particular. His heart was racing at the thought of having to pretend to be a Criminal, and what might happen if he were discovered in a place like this. He tried to play it cool, but he needed to calm his nerves. "What's a good place to get a drink around here?"