Parched

[Arya Ravenwing]

(ooc:This takes place before Tak comes aboard with Arya)

Tatooine had changed since the last time she'd been to the Outer Rim planet. No, it was still a burnt out crisp of a desert planet with little to no water and endless seas of dunes. And it was still a hideout for the scum of the galaxy, with smugglers and criminals filling its bars and diners.

And Tatooine was still heavily populated by slaves. But the Hutt presence was gone.

Black Nebula had overthrown Jabba's regime, and changed... everything.

And, nothing.

Arya eyed the skyhook above Mos Espa as she piloted to the starport, not sure that she liked that it did for the skyline. Not that Mos Espa was a jewel of the galaxy, but it was just so... big. From what she'd heard it was doing wonders for the local economy though, so who was she to judge? Such things weren't built for their aesthetic appeal.

Obviously.

Ship parked, she confirmed her appointment with Corvus, a sub-lieutenant of Black Nebula. Arya didn't work for the big syndicates, but occasionally she contracted for them. After all, she was good at what she did. And she needed work.

At this point she'd do just about anything. Wing of the Raven had limped to the binary system on its last legs, and the hyperdrive needed a complete overhaul before she jumped anywhere else. Lousy new tech, she should have known that the 'upgrades' she'd bought were too good to be true. Once her ship was fixed, she'd fly back to that backwater and throttle that little Rodian mechanic...

Arya adjusted her black leathers and sauntered down the ramp, putting on a pair of tinted sunglasses against the bright glare of the twin suns.

[Kazia]

:: Arya was greeted by a slender Zeltron, also clad in black leather. She wore a belt that sported a pair of customized Cosmo Dragoon pistols in swivel holsters on each hip. She noticed the railgun Arya was carrying and smiled. ::

"You don't need that." she chuckled. "This isn't Nar Shaddaa."

:: She turned and led her into the palace ::

[Arya Ravenwing]

"I walk funny without it," Arya said, following the pink skinned Zeltron into what used to be Jabba's palace.

Used to be, being the operative part of that sentence. Music filled the air, and instead of stinky Gamorreans there were belly dancers. Arya stared, and didn't try to hide it. "Looks like there've been some updates."

[Kazia]

"You have no idea." Kazia purred as they walked to the throne room.

[Corvus]

:: The Palace had been extensivley remodeled after Sorsha reclaimed it from the squatters who'd moved in. It was more opulent than when Jabba owned it, and she'd left it in the care of one of her favored lieutenants.

Corvus sat in a large, ornate greelwood chair as Courtiers played music and danced and drank around the large throne room. He looked more like a warlord than a mere lieutenant, and the nexu tattoo on his right arm was a work of art ::

"You're early." he said. "Come have a seat."

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya took the offered seat, sitting on the edge with her legs apart. "Not too early to talk business, I hope?"

She edged aside a little as a dancer brushed near her, bells jingling. "I was only here once when this belonged to Jabba, but I have to say, this is an improvement."

[Corvus]

"Nah, it shows me you take the work seriously, not like some of the frack ups I have to deal with. If you work out, I get to trim some fat off the payroll." ;)

:: A server offered Arya refreshments and exotic fruit to sample ::

"Jabba was a good boss." he replied. "Kasajian had a lot more style though. She was also sweeter on the eyes."

[Arya Ravenwing]

Was. Arya noted the past tense, and accepted a glass of water. "Well you seem to be doing very well for yourself, Corvus."

She sipped the water, and added, "I do take my work very seriously."

[Corvus]

:: He glanced at the rail gun ::

"I noticed. Heavy duty ordinance you're packing. Got a bounty on your head?"

[Arya Ravenwing]

She looked at him steadily. To deny being on the Empire's most wanted list would be stupid. "Seems like everyone's got a price on their head these days. I take care of myself though. Never lost a cargo."