(Cool, I get to go with Master Gundark! 😄 )
"Maybe we can disguise my starfighter? If not, we'd better hitch-hike to Nar Shadda, which I dread, but it seems best. Or maybe Prefect Moran can find us a small freighter suitable for our needs."
Xeth pops a painkiller pill in his mouth. "Ug, my head still hurts from yesterday. How's your wrist Kellan?"
(Yes. The Nexu's Grin is modified, so there's room for more than one person in the cockpit. It's less cramped than the original model, and I've added more room. Think of Dooku's ship without the solar sail and the cockpit up top like the normal Geo starfighter.)
"I guess the Tartarians don't like visitors. Marcus and Mah will have some trouble getting on the planet," Xeth says grimly after checking for them.
None. No liners, chartered freighters, or ANY form of civlian transport heading to Tartarus at all, from anywhere in the Galaxy.
Ah, this will be why. Under Senatorial review, all private transport to the Tartarus sector is forbidden except by permission granted to those of Tartaran citizenship under subclause 3.a.iv of Anti-Smuggling Resolution 1571...
...you are bored already...
(If neither of you two have a ship you always have the option of taking a Jedi craft)
Not that you have to worry...
You and Gundark may set off now, your ship winking into hyperspace. Whatever nervous tics you have, they come out now, as you contemplate returning to Nar Shadda. Everything is topsy turvy there; civilisation without reason. Everyone there is out for profit, at the expense of everyone else, and a dagger in the back is the way to solve most things. Only the Hutts being order, and that order is entirely subjective to what they want. Jedi find it impossible to keep any order there, though if you declare as Jedi you will at least make people think twice before acting against you- partly because you are dangerous, and partly because the Hutts think twice before openly annoying the Republic.
Lance and Sieri can leave also, uncertain of what awaits them. As for Mah and Marcus... your ship arrives presently. Mah, of course, will be flying.
You ars seperated now, so good luck to you all.
"This isn't going to be easy, Xeth," Kellan told the Geonosian as she contemplated the blur of hyperspace through the viewport. "Ascar probably has a million places to hide on Nar Shadda. He can disappear like a grain of sand in the desert." She watched him swallow the painkiller. "My wrist feels a little better since I've rested it." She grinned at him. "You still in one piece ?"
(Lance has a ship as well, Julie, though you are the better pilot)
Well, the uninviting form of Nar Shadda is approaching, Gundark- the horrible, ugly moon, orbiting at a wide distance around the equally horrible planet of Nar Hutta, where the Hutts are spawned. Eugh.
Nar Shadda traffic control is contacting you.
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Mah and Marcus, it is but a short journey to Tartarus. This is also not a particularly inspiring place, from space. To remind you, there is the large civilian sector, and the smaller military sector, which is currently in control as the continuing investigation into the smuggling crisis goes on.
The military sector now contacts you and asks you your business here.