<strong>-Nar Shaddaa, Palisade-</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Tch, why is it this place always smells exactly the same as Coruscant?"</strong><br/><br/>A tanned human woman stepped down the landing ramp of an aged, but fine, D5-Mantis in a secure dock on Nar Shaddaa, near the Palisade. The smuggler known primarily as Ghost-7 was looking . . well . . pretty damn good. The cargo pants and jacket really fit her image, and showed off her lean, muscular midsection. Though, it was hard to ignore the big shiny blaster pistol in a holster just to the left of her breasts . . .<br/><br/>With a sigh, the woman pushed her shades up the bridge of her nose, letting the color filter darken to black as she made her way through customs. Or what Nar Shaddaa jokingly referred to as customs. One credit chit less, and she was headed down towards the Leaky Bottle. Daddy dearest would not be amused at her working with the Black Suns, but a paycheck was a paycheck.<br/><br/>Handing over her blaster at the 'coat room' of the bar, she made her way inside, looking around for the big Sun on campus.