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Felucia: Three Days Later
The night was hot as hell.
It was these types of planets, Kazaar hated with a frelling passion. The steam was everywhere, thick and hazy...clinging to jackets, shirts, armor...everything...And yet the planet was held by the Galactic Empire, just like the Confederacy of Independent Systems held it before, and Commerce Guild before that. Kazaar always figured it was the fruit and the out-of-the-way location. Perfect for some sorta illegal activity. It was even rumored Gorgja the Hutt had a stake on Felucia...somewhere.
The former bounty hunter could never figure out why people loved this planet, but he never bothered to actually expound on his theory. If they liked it...great. If not...he didn't give a damn.
He'd decided to be 'sneaky' about coming into Felucia, preferring to use a small, private spaceport on the outskirts of Kway Teow, instead of the main hub in the capital city. There were times Kazaar would use the main starport, but he's never been to Felucia and figured it'd be easier just to sneak his way in and avoid the Imperial questioning he'd face. Rebel questions were bad enough, 'Why'd you disobey orders?', 'Why'd you decide to help out Agent Russard?'...Imperial ones would probably force him to explain why he joined the Rebel Army.
And Kazaar did feel like repeating the line he'd told one Imperial captain, 'You blew up my fracking home planet, ya putz!'
The Rebel spy puffed on a cigar as he sauntered down the concrete roads of Kway Teow. The buildings here had a distinctive organic feel to them, as if the now-dead Emperor hadn't been able to completely turn the planet into a copy cat of Coruscant. The buildings only halfway reached towards the sky, their looks were a mixture of grey and brown, with a bit of orange thrown in for some reason. The streets were lit with the occasional street lamp, which kept the organic-feel: they were snake-like, a mixture of grey and blue stripes reaching for the sky. It was a unique feel...but Kazaar preferred a much larger city.
As Kazaar searched for his location, he ran his fingers through his, now blonde, hair. The dye was temporary, it'd last only a few days before fading away into nothingness. He'd heard the art of changing ones appearance as mixing the real with the unreal, a suggestion he followed as much as possible. Although nothing was like having someone know who was going after you...especially when your hands were on their throat, choking what little life they had in them.
His brown eyes spotted the club's neon signs, flashing against the brown and grey of the building. It read 'The Twirling Lekku' and a smaller one below it flashed, 'Now featuring both Twi'leks and Humans!'
For club that was considered a haunt of Imperial officers, Kazaar thought as he strode across the street towards the club, it was sure out of the way. He figured it was because it gave off the appearance of officers actually doing their work, in stead of just relaxing. Besides, Kazaar knew where the Rebel version of the club was on a different planet. And he smirked at that thought.
The Rebel spy made his way to the entrance and nodded to the Gammorean bouncer.
"Twenty Credits," a droid standing next to the guard said tonelessly. Kazaar paid him and wandered in, his eyes searching for any group of drunk Imperials he could follow home and have a 'chat' with.
Kazaar walked over to the metallic bar, as the sound of jizz music filtered throughout the establishment. It was dark and loud...the perfect place to sit and hide in plain sight.
"Gimme a Corellian Ale...whatever ya have is fine," a moist brown bottle was placed in his hand and he brought it to his lips. The taste was sweet to his lips and mouth. It filtered his senses and quenched his bit of thirst he had from his walk into the capital city.
"Toowa smeeku?" a soft voice inquired to his left, and Kazaar saw the blue Twi'lek sliding up next to him. She had a dancer's body and, lack of, dress. Her blue eyes gazed into his eyes and delicate hand touched his shoulder.
"Sure," Kazaar smirked, "I'll take one. Over there," he pointed to a chair which had the vantage point of group of Imperials.
As the Twi'lek started dancing in front of him, Kazaar smirked again. Who said ya couldn't have fun and work at the same time?
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