<div class="floatleft">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070528033813/starwars/images/e/e4/Squib_Alien_Anthology.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Faradin Rosis<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Morning, around 09:30<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nar Shadda Spaceport, Corellian Sector<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Faradin gave the crew one last look over and turned back to Poy. "Okeday Poy, Faradin on the job buts a backup hyperdrive coil gonna be big big bargain hunt. Armor probably a good one though. Captain says 1 hour so gotta runs to find and do." Faradin knew that finding anything on the request list would be a chore. On Nar Shadda it would be difficult. On Nar Shadda in an hour? He would be happy just to find something to turn some creds for the Captain. Just then he got a call on his micro-bead from the Doc. "Umm Bacta big big toughy JenJen but I sees what I can do. Maybe not super fresh if i can finds though." Bacta was good for several uses and on Nar Shadda unless you had the creds of a noble you were not going to get anything fresh much less bacta.<br/><br/>Faradin shook his head as he took some notes. "Boy oh boys you gots them thinking you the Squib Faradin. Betters come through or you gonna be the lonely Nar Shadda Squib." He finished up his notes and with a wave over to Poy who had started her own deal with the space port he sprinted out of the landing bay into the rust colored air of Nar Shadda. To many people the over grown city would be a maze of alleys, cutthroats and swindlers but to Faradin it was a scavengers dream. Sure anything you found might belong to someone else and getting it might get ya shanked but at the same time there were few places in the galaxy that allowed for finding such a wide variety of just about anything.<br/><br/>Looking around he found what looked like the closest thing to an upstanding citizen and approached him. "Helloooo! Who the local Boss Guy around here? I need to barrow money and stuff." The suspicious and understandably unhappy Ishi Tib curled his lip.<em>"What? Are you dense or something? Why would i know that?"</em>Faradin rolled his eyes "Because you have good clothes not merchant clothes and you are on the street in middle of day and your shoes say you like to play dice...see scuff on top of toe...you kneel a lot and your hand is playing with something in your pocket. To small to be a knife so dice." He turned his head slightly to the side and wiggled his ears. "I needs creds so who i talk too?" The Ishi Tib shook his head irritated<em>"Gorbit...hes a Devaronian at the Rampant Womprat."</em>Faradins ears perked up "Thank you muches Mr. man. You have good days." and he trundled off.<br/>