Landing Platform - Level 104: Nar Shaddaa
      Sprawled on one of the top platforms of the city-moon and held in place by a haphazard maze of interlocking grids built upon the shoulders of other levels, the landing area of Nar Shaddaa welcomes its travellers with a seedy dread of the galaxy's fringe. It is a run down, gravity defying tarmac, filled with the best and the worst the universe has to offer, peppered with sentients of assorted species, and alive with insatiable crowds. There is a continual buzz of space traffic between Nar Shaddaa and the far-flung systems of the galaxy: mighty transgalactic transports and bulk cargo vessels, the garish yachts and caravels of the Hutt ganglords, the battle-scared corsairs of the mercenaries and bounty hunters, the pirate brigantines, and even the occasional commercial passenger liner, packet starjammer, or massive migration arks. Life has a different meaning here, all beings are tough and jaded and danger is nearly tangible. The sharp reek of ship exhaust is ever-present, as are the ships themselves, roaring and gliding and swooping overhead, landing and taking off in an endless bizarre ballet. Small offices set up by private techs litter the edges of the spaceport, the techs shouting to one another constantly. And of course, above them all, looms the massive, pale orb of Nal Hutta.

      A small freighter lands on one of the vacant pads. Its engines are turned of and a small walkway is extended down to the platform. A young man apeers and starts to walk down to the main platform. As he does this he notices all the ESPO security personel harasing travelers.

      A brutal Espo officer, quite large, walks over to the small, pathetic man which just arrived with a obsolete freigter. The Espo asks politly "Greetings sir, welcome to Nar Shaddaa, if you could be so kind as to step over to the nearest checkpoint, that would be great" Giving the tiny man only a fraction of a second to react, the Espo grabs the man's arms and twists them behind his back "I SAID, step over to the freaking checkpoint, I wont ask you again sir, your being uncooperative!" The Espo starts to force him over to a nearby checkpoint, insulting the mans looks and intelligence on the way.

      Dox dosent have time think of anything smart to say so he just manages to get out "ehh yes. Ahh! my arm." He willingly follows the big armored guy, to the checkpoint as he tries to get his ID-card from his pocket.

      The brutal Espo shoves the man over a steel table at the checkpoint and begins to question him without further notice "What is a tiny man like you doing in a place like this!?" Again, giving the man about 0.25 seconds to react, the Espo kicks the man in his right leg with his big armoured boots and yells "Answer the damn question!" The Espo, now standing infront of the wee-man, holding his stun rifle, awaits for a valid reply.

      As the angy espo kicks Dox leg he falls to his knees. Dox mutters something and stands up again. He looks up at the armored thug and pulls out his ID-card and shows it to him. "My name, good sir, is Dox Monologik Miier. I work as a technichian for ComCor" he says with an english accent. "And I think this tretment is highly unnessesary. I have every intention to cooperate with the Espos"

      Emerging from the custom's house Kiare moves slow and confident, hips swaying with each step setting the short skirt to dancing around her thighs. She carries a small pack filled only partway with odd-shaped packages, none of them large and all of them somewhat boxish or cylinderish.

      The Espo takes the ID card and rips it apart, all of a sudden, the Espo seems very calm, disturbingly calm. He says "Sir, I am going to have to ask you to lower your voice, your getting worked up, Mr Miier." The Espo thinks for a few moments and then says "I am going to write you a fine for disturbing the peace and unnatural behaivour for a human being" The Espo starts to write on a notepad and hands Dox a fine "200 cedits please" The Espo taps is rifle with his fingers as he waits for the small tech to reply

      Another ESPO breaks away from the pack as Kiare nears the check-point. He holds his hand out and says, "Halt madam. Could you please provide me with some form of identification?" The large ESPO is packing a snubby CA-7 Submachine gun at his side and an EKX slung over his shoulder. His face is scarred and he doesn't appear happy to be playing traffic cop.

      Dos's eyes turns red with hate for the big gorilla, but he calmly takes out 200 credits from his wallet and hands it to Rykov. "To many big words on the Id-card was it? here you go. now let me get back to work."

      Kiare smiles up at the armor sweetly and winks, "Of course.." She reaches carefully into the neckline of her dress with only two fingers and draws out the slim card to hand it over. "You boys are a new addition here, aren't you?" Again that smile as she passes over the card proclaiming her a swoop racer for Team Callandor. It's not a lie, she is a swoop racer for Team Callandor.

      The ESPO takes the ID, but not before getting a large, pleasant sight of where she keeps it stored. He licks his lips unconciously and then looks at the ID. "Miss Quinn, which ship are you heading for? If I may ask?" His voice takes on a more pleasant tone as his sex-drive kicks in. It's not often he sees such a visually appealing woman on Nar Shaddaa that doesn't sport a slave-collar.

      The Espo handling mr Miier, accepts the 200 credits and says "Thank you Mr Miier" The Espo puts the money in his pocket and then turns about halfway from Dox, then turns back in lightning speed, with a big fist this time, aimed at Dox' face.

      Kiare points a slender finger across the hanger to the Corellian YT-2400 bearing the words, "Corellian Lady" in artfully painted letters, "That would be her, right there. Just picking up some things for myself, my kitten and my swoop."

      As the solier swings and hits Dox right in the face dox almost flys back and lands on his back next to one of the ships landed here. He makes a sound that is quite like the sound a java would make had he been kicked by a rancor it gose something like this: "gneeehhh!!"

      Blood flows from Dox's badly broken nose and he lies montionless next to the ship.

      As Rykov knocks the holy hell out of the spacer, Morrison, who had been standing in a group of ESPOs discussing their current strategy breaks free and approaches. Towering like a camoflaughed monolith, he covers the distance with a few easy strides. "Jr. Officer Rykov," Morrison says gruffly. "Come here."

      The guard looks at Kiare and smiles and then returns her ID card to her. "That will be all madam." He gives her a quick look-over and then returns to his mates smiling broadly. She catches more than a few looks among the gathered fascists.

      Rykov laughs as the puny man flies "across" the platform and then hears the voice of the Prex. Rykov stands still for a few moments and then turns around and sees the Prex, the big boss of the CSA. He walks over to the Prex, trying to hide laughter from within his helmet and says "Yes Sir". He slings his rifle over his back

      Kiare winks at the group of men and tucks the ID card away before waggling her fingers at them and then moving on, with perhaps a little bit more sway in those hips than strictly necessary.

      "Junior Office Rykov, you were instructed to secure this platform and connect passenger with their ships and log such information, not kill them." He hollars to a medic which is nearby and has the man moved to an aid station. At that the Prex turns and walks back toward the group of ESPOs with which he had been standing. He notices that most of their heads are turned watching Kiare make her way to her ship. His dark eyes move beneath his helmet's protection to follow her as well. Perhaps this moon wasn't completely worthless.

      Kiare stops at her ship and once the code is given she steps to the side for the ramp to lower. While she waits she turns back to wink and wave at the gathered thugs once more and then steps onto her ship. The first step is purposefully higher than need be to give them a little flash of extra thigh. Then she's gone up the ramp and it closes behind her.

      Rykov nods to the Prex as he states the order of business and then walks over to his checkpoint again. He takes one last look at the bloody man being carried out by medics and snickers "You feeling ok?" He laughs and continues with his duties.

      Dox sits up and tryes to focus on the medic and then on Rykov. "What you done all ready? Come here and I'll give you the beating of your life." he spins around and falls down again.