Marcus Demonium is the only distributer of spice in many quadrants and growing. You just have to figure out who you want to own you." Jazton stopped him in front of a booth selling spice in the open "Look there, see all those people buying spice?" Salvo couldn't help feeling disdain for the people shuffling around the shop getting their fix and wondering off like mindless creatures, "The spice owns them, they can't do without it, and the dealer owns them, and Marcus owns the dealers, everyone owns somebody. The boy looked up at him still not understanding what he meant. He'll make me great deals from now on because his life depends on it." Salvo looked up to his mentor carrying the heavy unit "Own people?" "Look kid you gotta own people down here. "Do what?" Jazton looked down at the boy puzzled. Once outside the pair began their trek back to Jaztons ship. "I'll come back and collect what you still owe me later," motioning for the boy to leave. He took the sensor unit from its resting place and offered it to Salvo. "Or three I walk out of here with that unit and you still owe me one." The merchant thought about it for a moment, die, die, or lose a lot of credits. "As I see it you got three choices, one I shoot you and take what I want, two I tell the guild master you were responsible for his trauma," as he pointed to Salvo. "Aww come on I just got that one in," he complained. "No dice pal, I’ll take that one right there" he pointed to a newer unit from what looked like a T47I on the wall next to him, a nice model. The alien let out a screech "Wait, I’ll look in the back to see if I have another." "I had no idea it was faulty," Jazton knew he was lying so a blaster shot went into the wall next to the merchant. Everyone lied, cheated or stole to get ahead you just had to make it believable. The boy knew it was a lie but that’s how you got things done down here. The merchant looked at Salvo who only looked back and shrugged his shoulders playing along. "That boy is one of the guild masters kids, I was taking him on a run to show him around when the scanner didn’t pick up some scab rats." They showed up a couple decades ago in the lower 12s nasty creatures, like a cross between a rat and roach, dangerous and tough to kill. Jazton pulled his blaster from under his heavy coat, "I mean you almost got me and the boy killed with that faulty one you sold me." Between gritted teeth and narrowed eyes "Do you even know who he is?" The merchant only shook his head no, he knew Jazton was well connected and would shoot him dead if he wanted to. "Portable plasma cutter, a jump bug if ya got one, and" he looked up to the alien with a cold stare "a new life form scanner for my ship." The Arkonan became visibly nervous "What do you mean?" Salvo was looking at various droid servos mixed in with mechanics tools. "Oh just a couple things," he looked left then right to see if anyone was in the shop besides him and the boy. An Arkonan came from a door behind the counter, "Jazton Hawk, what bring you in today?" Tables with various items laying on them with no rhyme or reason, shelves of tools lined the walls with a counter at the back. The place was as one would expect in a bazaar in the lower levels of Coruscant. "Here," he said directing the boy into a shop simply named "Tool Shack". Salvo carried himself like he was untouchable in his presence. His exploits were legendary, from Ashburough Square to the mid 15s and beyond, his name carried weight wherever he travelled. ![]() The boy looked up to the man who had quite a reputation in the quadrant as a ranking member in the salvagers guild. Rolled up on the sides in a ridiculous way that would make the item mostly useless anywhere else but it the lower levels where the sun was a myth. It was the kind of hat that farming men on distant planets would use to keep the sun out of their eyes. "If I lose you your uncle will kill me," the middle aged man said to the boy "stay close." Their destination was close, just a few dozen metres away when Jazton pulled the boy close loosened up his heavy overcoat and pulled his old funny hat low. ![]() Salvo could have easily been disappeared in the bazaar if it weren’t for his mentor trailing just behind him. Empty spice containers of various types were discarded here and there like the inhabitants of the quadrant. ![]() The trash and grim in the streets was a common site under the artificial and neon lights. The air was filled with sweat and various oders of strange alien delicacies. It was a typical day walking through Ludix Bazaar, with traders hawking their wares to passerbys.
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