As first impressions went, Nar Shaddaa lived up to its reputation. It wasn't even the humid, sweaty atmosphere, but rather how much petty corruption Ardana had already encountered. It wasn't graft with any particular goal in mind, just a man trying to wring every inch out of their excuse for a docking port. Probably before they lost it at one of the moon's many, many gambling dens.<br/><br/>Ardana shook her head as she disembarked from her artfully battered ship. No-one looking at it would ever guess it was a former military transport, capable of high speeds, taking more than a few punches, and dishing a few out. Instead, the Kameno's Folly mostly looked like something that had been cobbled together from spare parts and hope. Just the type of junker that might find itself stuck on Nar Shaddaa for an extended period of time. The Jedi wasn't worried about it getting stolen, as anyone that tried to fire up the engines needed to input a complicated code to disable the killswitch. Otherwise, five to ten seconds later, the feeds to the engines would cut off and the Folly would be grounded.<br/><br/>It was a trick Ardana had learned while pretending to be a pirate. That experience was going to be invaluable down here. Summoning the memory of those days, the blue-skinned Twi'lek stalked down the Folly's ramp as she owned the place, and looked around for her contact.<br/><br/>Nothing.<br/><br/>The Twi'lek sighed. Hopefully whoever she was supposed to meet was just late, as any other result would mean that this was going to be a very, very short trip. Still, Nar Shaddaa didn't strike her as a place that encouraged promptness, so there was no harm in letting a few minutes go by before striking off on her own. So, the jedi spy settled into the shadows cast by the Folly's landing gear, and waited.<br/>