For the dark underbelly of the Republic and its various territories, there has always been a need for a place catering to those looking to get what can’t be bought. What shouldn’t be bought. From the dark recesses of Sinasia to the seedy back alleys of Rawl Kima, the best place to get illegal goods and services is the Night Market.
Bounty hunters, warlords, and pirates have used the Night Market for centuries for their secret purchases. Some items, such as regular blasters outlawed on Core worlds, are on the list of prohibited items because of local politics. The weapons are no more dangerous than anywhere else, except for some politician declaring them illegal. Such gear is easy to market to the big time executive who wants a blaster for protection, or the bounty hunter who wants an illegal tracking algo to hunt down his next paycheck. The only thing the two have in common is the ability to pay the enormous amounts of credits required to shop the exchange.
And how does one find the Night Market? They don’t exactly advertise on the local holo-net. In Kill Team, it takes a Navy Special Warfare agent months posing as an arms dealer to infiltrate the shadows and learn of the Night Market in his sector. Months more to pose as an arms dealer, earning the trust of everyone around him. Because make no mistake…
Everyone on the Night Market is ready to make a sale or slit a throat, whichever keeps them in business another day.
But once you’re inside the circles of trust, learning where the very elusive markets are held, it’s not long before you are no longer chasing the sale. Those rare individuals just looking for an edge over an enemy, risk their soul every time they make a buy. But it’s the truly vile purchase that draws in the buyer and drags them deeper into the market. Slaves, illegally modified starships, and even weapons of mass destruction are all up for sale on the Market. Anything is for sale if you know the right people, and aren’t a snitch.
Because one thing is for certain. In the night market, you are always one deal away from winning something no one else has. Either the score of the century, or your own obituary.
For more on the night market, dip into the shadows with KILL TEAM.
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