The Vertical City, Nar Shaddaa. They call it the Smuggler's Moon—an apt description based on the myriad of sentients shuffling back and forth with their illegal wares and hidden weapons. The narrow streets below criss-cross endlessly, soaring miles above the planet's surface. Exposed and uncovered, the streets offer a nearly perfect setting for someone with some skills with ranged weapons. A vantage point on the ledge of a towering structure of glass and steel offers a dizzying view of the cityscape.

Simple shops and merchants peddle both legitimate and illegitimate wares. Storefronts are just as plentiful as open-market pop-up tents, and the cantina's adapt the same lowlife air as the rest of the Smuggler's Moon. Enemies could be hidden in plain sight, whether one of the Hutts’ gangsters or mercenaries-for-hire looking to earn some credits. The streets are plagued with violent gangs and the general riff raff of the poor and destitute. They may be an ideal place for blasters, but the winding streets are difficult to disappear from. An opponent would be easily boxed in and simple to finish with a few quick slashes of a lightsaber. The moon is dangerous—even for one gifted in the Force.

Tybalt arrived to Nar Shaddaa spaceport as his body began to tense with the smell of the planet entering his nasal passage. He felt very unsure of his presence upon the planet as he sheepishly asked for directions to the marketplace. Ruffians stood together in a natural and inhibited collection by the exit of the spaceport. These people would usually be on a constant patrol for potential targets to scam or mob for credits. Nar Shaddaa was not his usual scene when he needed equipment and supplies, being that he was a cub with his last visit.

Unknown to the Togorian, another from the Dark Brotherhood had landed recently on the planet in search for merchandise.

Jon Silvon was meandering around the marketplace with an eye out for different stalls with a slight interest until he reached his prize. A local had various tech goods laid out upon his table to gain interest of those who passed him. The man had taken the vendor's bait as he initiated a negotiation with the quite obvious scammer until they settled on an amount.

Jon thanked the vendor with a slight suspicion he was being scammed but he had managed to talk the price down with no effort at all. As he said a few last words to the vendor, he had not noticed a child had peaked interest in the item as the youngling removed the tech piece from his hands. Once the thief was sure they had the item, the child dashed away, vanishing into the crowds of people.

Quickly, Jon's droid reacts to the situation as a streamline of noise emits from the machine. This causes Jon to react negatively with a casual insult until he realizes exactly why the droid had reacted. He curses the droid out loud with an internal dialogue with him owning his mistake in trusting this place to some degree. The human storms off after the delinquent with heavy force in his steps

Tybalt had gotten slightly lost on his way to the marketplace, getting lost in the sensory elements of the planet. As he gets closer to his destination, Tybalt is caught off guard by a young local running into him hard. He sees the child had fallen back due to the collision, though he remained unharmed. The child quickly jumped to their feet, forgetting the piece of tech they had just stolen as they dashed away. Just as the Togorian was about to speak, he noticed the tech's chrome reacting in the light.

This young Togorian had a habit of being distracted by items he would eventually pocket. This was no different than those times as he kneeled to pick the small device up. His eyes widened with interest as he turned and played with the tech in his paws. His long tail twitched in a childlike jittery pattern as he felt a strong urge to keep the item. The movement of his tail became a mild irritant to those who passed him. Once the initial peak of interest subsided, Tybalt recalled the child he had just run into with a wonder if the youngling would want their item back. This is when he device to follow after the child, but was quickly stopped by a man whose voice cracked with an attempt to yell.

Jon had managed to catch up to someone who he felt would be able to assist him in his hunt for his thief. The man grunted with a muttering about being out of shape, but once he caught his breath, he began to ask the Togorian if he had seen a delinquent run passed him. This is when he noticed the device in Tybalt's paws and immediately demanded the item be returned to him.

The emotional response from the man triggered Tybalt's instinct to retreat a few steps, questioning the man's reasoning. He pulled the item closer to his torso and took another step back when he realized the man had placed his hand loosely around his pistol grip.

The Togorian's eyes widened in fear as he focused his eyes on the man more with his body tensing up. His voice cracks as he starts to ask Jon if he has proof of him owning this piece of tech since the last person to have it was the child. As a means to soothe things over with his questioning, Tybalt mentions his intent being that he wants to maintain fairness for both parties. Irritated with not only the questioning, but the extra work in getting the item back, Jon retorts about running away and assumed guilt. To follow his statements, the man adds a demanding threat for Tybalt to return the item as he strengthens his grip upon his weapon.

With another step backwards, Tybalt tries to appease to the man, asking him to be reasonable so they could work the issue out. The Togorian has not realized his unmoved desire for fair justice is not well received. Jon makes another demand with a greater sense of frustration felt in the way he speaks.

Tybalt begins to feel very threatened by Jon's tone and by him gripping his hand more intentionally upon his pistol. One more step back from Tybalt signals are response from Jon as he pulls his pistol out swiftly. Once the pistol's trigger is depressed, a blaster shot is released with contact to the Togorian's thigh. A loud groan is let out once Tybalt realizes he had been hit since he had reacted too slow to dodge the shot. A smell of burning fur irritates his nose, but the pain within his limb causes his body to react and retreat from the sense. He drops abruptly to all fours and proceeds to charge away with another shot released as it misses.

The young Togorian managed to get away from the man, using his natural ability to jump and climb to bring himself above the marketplace. Once he reached a location to hide from the man, Tybalt looked back at his leg with the pain increasing. He grits his teeth and pulls out a med-pack, keeping hidden while he bandages himself.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Jon called out, walking through the apparently deserted alleyway, Kuro out in his right hand. Damnation, he thought to himself. This is why he didn’t care for Nar Shaddaa. No honor among thieves here! Now he was the one being forced to be the bad guy here!

Jon sighed. He knew he’d definitely gotten at least one clean hit on the togorian idiot, but he still wasn’t giving up.

“Well, fine then!” he shouted out, arms flailing wildly. “If you won’t hand it over, than I guess we’re doing this the hard-”

BZZZZT

With burst of red light, Jon’s hat was sent flying off his head, smoking from a hole.

“...way.” Jon growled. Ok, now it was personal. Jon unclipped a stun grenade from his belt. He wasn’t stupid, he knew a warning shot when he saw one. The bastard was trying to scare him off without a fight. As if.

Jon judged the distance between himself and the spot where he was fairly certain the shot had come from.

“Last chance, my friend,” he shouted, tossing the stun grenade up and down in his hands a few times. There was no reply. “No? Alright, you’re call, not mine.”

And with that, Jon primed the grenade, and tossed up onto the roof.

5...4...3...2…

A split second before the high-pitched band and flash that indicated the grenade had gone off, Jon spotted the togorian bolting out his hiding place, and along the rooftop. With Kuro in one hand, and one of his throwing knives in the other, Jon set off in pursuit.