Percy Fleck
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0500 | KOROS RIDGE MINE | ATALE | MOON OF EMPRESS TETA
Koros Ridge Mine was a relic.
A decrepit tower of rusting durasteel and weathered gantries, it was a monument to the early days of space exploration. Among the first generation of ventures by the Mining Guild, the mine was little more than a mining tower atop a central shaft, with high density living quarters squeezed around the perimeter.
Sitting on a ridge before a steep gorge, the outpost was nestled atop long dead vein of andris spice that had turned out to be rather shallow in the end. Even in its heyday, Koros Ridge had produced only a reasonable profit and had been abandoned by its owners decades ago as an unsustainable expense.
Out here, in the barren wastes of Atale, the mine had never again recovered its former glory. Shutdown, picked clean by scavengers and used as a holdout by half a dozen transitory groups, it now stood forlorn and forgotten.
Percy Fleck had big plans for it. Though Koros Ridge was little more than a shell right now, it could be a perfect base of operations for a discerning Sith illusionist. Deep in the Republica territory, it was easy to reach and oversee, while the barren surroundings would remove all distractions, leaving him free to practice his particular talents within. Few outsiders stopped by the moon and even fewer stayed to explore. The outpost was the perfect retreat, and the perfect site for his first experiment.
Except for the current tenants.
They had no name, as far as Percy could discover. A band of mercenaries of unknown origin, rumour had it they were gearing up for a hit on a carbonite shipment out of neighbouring Empress Teta. Their criminality, right in the heart of Imperial space, only made it easier for Percy to consider them dead. But it mattered little; he wanted the outpost and they were inside it. They were dead anyway.
He’d become harder of late. He could feel it happening. His dark hair had turned a bleached blonde from the stress of it all and his right hand throbbed in his pocket, his new prosthetic still feeling like an alien attached to his body. Percy planned to keep it out of sight for now; he could barely look at it himself.
He waited patiently under the overhang of rock, only a couple of hundred metres from the mine’s unguarded entrance. It was the small hours and the mercenaries had no reason to expect attack. A perfect time to give them a rude awakening.
The young Sith hefted his datapad, pouring over what scant information he had cleaned while he waited. He had sent his two companions details of the rendezvous and would be relying on them more than they knew. His recent run in with the Mandalorian insurgents had cost him dearly and made his need to master new powers greater than ever. Koros Ridge would the perfect place to imprison the pilgrim Tashira and extract from her exactly that.
They only had to take it.
@Insalius @Korvo
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