They say the walls of Corusant have ears, that nothings a secret for long.
Information. The jewel of Corusant. The most valuable asset that any being needed to protect himself, especially if the being participates in illegal activities. Information on Corusant could make you or break you.
There could be no leaks. No other ears could hear what needed to be spoken, what needed to be settled.
And so it was called. Deep, deep under the surface of the planet. Under the watchful eye of the Republic, swoop gangs, even the spice addicts did not venture too deep under the surface where the demons lie. Evil things. Where stories are made, and heroes fail. Evil always prevails.
It was called. There was no turning back....
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Malkav stepped out of the shadows, headed toward the meeting.
A faint lime green light marked the building that the meeting was designated to be in. Only a handful of people actually knew about the meeting, less knew what it was about. Malkav was taking a risk coming down this far under the surface...but he knew it was worth it.
He used to Force to speed up his pace and leap from shadow to shadow. A dingy two story run down shack stood right next to the light..the meeting place.
Malkav called upon the Force once again, this time focusing on the second story window. He sprinted toward the building, and then leaped up through the already broken window and fell into a roll, bracing his fall.
He lifted up his head and brushed rotten wood chips from his hair. There was something in the air.......He was the first...
Information. The jewel of Corusant. The most valuable asset that any being needed to protect himself, especially if the being participates in illegal activities. Information on Corusant could make you or break you.
There could be no leaks. No other ears could hear what needed to be spoken, what needed to be settled.
And so it was called. Deep, deep under the surface of the planet. Under the watchful eye of the Republic, swoop gangs, even the spice addicts did not venture too deep under the surface where the demons lie. Evil things. Where stories are made, and heroes fail. Evil always prevails.
It was called. There was no turning back....
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Malkav stepped out of the shadows, headed toward the meeting.
A faint lime green light marked the building that the meeting was designated to be in. Only a handful of people actually knew about the meeting, less knew what it was about. Malkav was taking a risk coming down this far under the surface...but he knew it was worth it.
He used to Force to speed up his pace and leap from shadow to shadow. A dingy two story run down shack stood right next to the light..the meeting place.
Malkav called upon the Force once again, this time focusing on the second story window. He sprinted toward the building, and then leaped up through the already broken window and fell into a roll, bracing his fall.
He lifted up his head and brushed rotten wood chips from his hair. There was something in the air.......He was the first...