CORUSCANT
VERITY DISTRICT
BLACK LINE // TRAIN 38.A
His cached memory placed his last visit to Coruscant at an estimated sixty-three standard years prior. The intrinsic desire for organics to change and evolve was reflective in their chosen environments. The soaring spires of the Coruscant he remembered were accompanied by great, ambling domes and spheres, adorning the sprawling cityscape with a sentient-pleasing curvature. And every perceivable surface was dotted in a dazzling tesselation of shimmering lights. Each light undoubtedly represented a life. Millions upon millions of stories co-existing in a framework of chrome and durasteel.
But from within the hover-train’s interior, it resembled little more than a blurred mosaic. A smeared urban evolution that the 2-1B found, quite frankly, rather dull. Despite his presence on the polestar of the Core Worlds, It0 found himself ticking the minutes until he returned to Nar Shaddaa. The Smuggler’s Moon was a dark reflection of Coruscant in many ways, but imbued with a humming tension that he found himself already longing for. The world darting past the windows of Coruscant’s Black Line hover-train seemed sterile by comparison. Almost soulless. The irony a droid drawing such a distinction was utterly lost on him.
Per usual, only his work offered succor in the face of such tedium. His benefactor Zentripoli, and the Five Syndicates et al., had received alarming reports from the Galactic Capital. Alarming enough, it would seem, to coax them into an uneasy alliance and find them convened on the ecumenopolis with the shared goal of unseating this upstart Drellis Syndicate. It0’s own focal point in this endeavor was a local politician adept at pulling strings on the behalf of his illegitimate associates. While Drellis goons worked diligently to mine power and influence from the streets of Coruscant, Senator Marty Balzeek smoothed the way for such efforts. Utilizing his extensive network of contacts and graft credits, the good senator expended a mighty effort in clearing obstacles and sweeping up messes for the Drellis. And all on the public dime!
The medical droid had no way of knowing how suited he was to the challenge ahead. But of the identified schemes meant to provide the Five Syndicates leverage on Coruscant, it was the one he felt most well suited for. It was preferable to gang warfare through noxious clouds of gas in the Works District in any case. He was no soldier. His medical license was still valid for Kriff’s sake!
It was apparent that was precisely the notion that had him end up paired with a bit of ‘muscle’. A foot-soldier in his own Crymorah. Zentripoli had offered little more than a rendezvous point and the enigmatic promise that ’He’ll recognize you’. As the maglev train approached the station, the 2-1B hoped that would be the case. Beyond the train’s darkened windows, the Verity District appeared unassuming. It’s soaring spires housed the halls of influence in Coruscant. Powerful beings resided there. The fates of millions of sentients were decided every day in those sparkling towers. Somewhere out there lay his target and perhaps the Crymorah’s first foothold into a much larger world.
The train’s doors slid open and It0 stepped onto the bustling platform beyond.
@Vipe
VERITY DISTRICT
BLACK LINE // TRAIN 38.A
His cached memory placed his last visit to Coruscant at an estimated sixty-three standard years prior. The intrinsic desire for organics to change and evolve was reflective in their chosen environments. The soaring spires of the Coruscant he remembered were accompanied by great, ambling domes and spheres, adorning the sprawling cityscape with a sentient-pleasing curvature. And every perceivable surface was dotted in a dazzling tesselation of shimmering lights. Each light undoubtedly represented a life. Millions upon millions of stories co-existing in a framework of chrome and durasteel.
But from within the hover-train’s interior, it resembled little more than a blurred mosaic. A smeared urban evolution that the 2-1B found, quite frankly, rather dull. Despite his presence on the polestar of the Core Worlds, It0 found himself ticking the minutes until he returned to Nar Shaddaa. The Smuggler’s Moon was a dark reflection of Coruscant in many ways, but imbued with a humming tension that he found himself already longing for. The world darting past the windows of Coruscant’s Black Line hover-train seemed sterile by comparison. Almost soulless. The irony a droid drawing such a distinction was utterly lost on him.
Per usual, only his work offered succor in the face of such tedium. His benefactor Zentripoli, and the Five Syndicates et al., had received alarming reports from the Galactic Capital. Alarming enough, it would seem, to coax them into an uneasy alliance and find them convened on the ecumenopolis with the shared goal of unseating this upstart Drellis Syndicate. It0’s own focal point in this endeavor was a local politician adept at pulling strings on the behalf of his illegitimate associates. While Drellis goons worked diligently to mine power and influence from the streets of Coruscant, Senator Marty Balzeek smoothed the way for such efforts. Utilizing his extensive network of contacts and graft credits, the good senator expended a mighty effort in clearing obstacles and sweeping up messes for the Drellis. And all on the public dime!
The medical droid had no way of knowing how suited he was to the challenge ahead. But of the identified schemes meant to provide the Five Syndicates leverage on Coruscant, it was the one he felt most well suited for. It was preferable to gang warfare through noxious clouds of gas in the Works District in any case. He was no soldier. His medical license was still valid for Kriff’s sake!
It was apparent that was precisely the notion that had him end up paired with a bit of ‘muscle’. A foot-soldier in his own Crymorah. Zentripoli had offered little more than a rendezvous point and the enigmatic promise that ’He’ll recognize you’. As the maglev train approached the station, the 2-1B hoped that would be the case. Beyond the train’s darkened windows, the Verity District appeared unassuming. It’s soaring spires housed the halls of influence in Coruscant. Powerful beings resided there. The fates of millions of sentients were decided every day in those sparkling towers. Somewhere out there lay his target and perhaps the Crymorah’s first foothold into a much larger world.
The train’s doors slid open and It0 stepped onto the bustling platform beyond.
@Vipe