Revan’s Journal: Taris: Into the Lower City
“As promised we would be here.†I told the Sith trooper.
It was the second day of our mission to find Bastila, and finally something was happening. It had taken a while but we were finally here. Carth was able to procure a set of cloths for us for the party. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was comfortable and I was made so that hiding weapons was easy.
“I saw your match against Starkiller. That was an impressive display of skill. Now no one will deny your strength.†She said with a hint of seduction in her tone.
I fought back the taste of bile as I replied in the most seductive tone I could muster: “It was an invigorating match. It made me
feel… unstoppable, I’m glad you liked it. After all, I aim to please.â€
Our conversation kept going in this direction; soon it became easier for me and Carth to mingle with the crowd as more drinks started flowing. Thankfully, I was able to procure a set of pills to strengthen alcohol tolerance for me and Carth so that we wouldn’t pass out like the rest of the party goers. This, plus the fact that Carth and I drugged the drinks, made the party go faster.
After a few hours of drinking every single one of guest including Sarna, the Sith trooper who invited us to the party, was knocked out. Carth and I quickly set out to work, albeit with a certain roundabout manner as we didn’t want to wake up the guest, and because we were a bit unsteady on our feet as the pills for alcohol tolerance was starting to wear off.
After a few minutes of stealthy scavenging, we were able to get two complete set of Sith trooper armour. When we got back to camp, we quickly packed the things equipment we needed in a bag, donned on the armour and weapons that was needed to look like we really were Sith troopers and headed towards the elevator which would bring us to the Lower city.
The journey towards the elevator was a weird one. Sith patrols on the street didn’t give a second glance at us, while the common people of Taris were shrinking away from us. It made me feel uncomfortable because it seemed like we were drawing too much attention towards ourselves.
When we got to the elevator, all the guard said was to be careful as the gangs of the Lower city didn’t abide by the rules of the Sith government that was being laid out over Taris.
Although the Lower city was miles below the Upper city, the trip took a very short time that we didn’t have the time to change out of our Sith armour. We also didn’t have time to think. We knew that Bastila was in the Lower city so as soldiers of the Republic, we were honour bound to come here, but beyond that, we really didn’t know what to expect. There wasn’t enough time to discuss all our options and our top priority was to rescue Bastila. It was an objective that got harder as time went so we didn’t waste any on pointless chatter.
As the elevator came to a halt, I was meaning to as Carth why Bastila was a important person to the Republic war effort, aside from her being a Jedi that is. Before I could get the words out of my mouth, the doors opened and a certain dread started to creep over me. It was the feeling that something was not right, or something was about to happen.
I looked at Carth and without saying a word or seeing his face (as it was hidden behind the Sith armour helmet) I knew that he felt it too. We tensed, shouldered our rifles and slowly made it out of the elevator.
I was aiming down my sight when we heard the commotion. It seemed like two of the rival gangs met and were in a fight, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire, I signalled Carth to hide behind some cover and watch my back as I investigated how the fight was going. When I got to the scene, the surviving gang members spotted, thinking that I was a Sith trooper, they opened fire at me and I had no choice but to fire back.
Carth and I worked in perfect tandem. Whenever he ducked for cover, I would emerge to cover his flank and vice verse. It only took us a few minutes to dispatch the remaining gang members and after only injuring one, we squeezed all the information we could from him.
“Well that was enlightening.†I told Carth.
“Yeah, at least now we know the names of the two largest gangs on Taris; ‘The Hidden Beks’ and ‘The Black Vulkars.â€
“I’m guessing that the Hidden Beks would be more willing to help us that the Black Vulkars, but that’s just me going with my gut feeling, how ‘bout you?†I asked.
“I think you’re right. The only question now is where do we find them.†He told me.
“Let’s try the local cantina. There definitely has to be one around here. But before anything else, I wanna get out of this thing. It reeks worse than the stench of bantha shit plus I don’t think anyone would want to help us while we’re wearing these.†I commented.
After we changed our cloths, Carth insisted on keeping the armour, “We might still be able to use it in the future.†He said. We searched for the cantina. It didn’t take us long for it obviously was the biggest local place there was in the Lower city.
There we would meet the Twi’lek and the Wookiee that would help us in our endeavour: Mission Vao and Zaalbar…
