An unremarkable ship arrived on the surface of Coruscant and then retreated into the dark crevices that were the access gates to the city-world's lower levels. Onboard was a droid that piloted the ship and a lone stim-smoking rodian. The rodian hummed in anticipation, the peacemaker on his hip feeling lighter than it had in years. Coruscant's climate was much better suited for him than the scorching suns of Tatooine and he knew that in his efforts to protect what was left of Marissa's legacy, that he had left his own matters unattended for too long. Preef knew -perhaps as one of the few- that the news of Darth Raze's death was fake. Preef knew that Emryc Thorne was very much alive, still, but what his plans were with the galaxy the rodian didn't need to know. Not anymore.
Let the man whose mere will made the Republic fall and the Crymorah perish, decide the fate of the galaxy once more as he no doubt worked orchestrated the current galactic conflict from the shadows.
Preef was on Coruscant for one reason alone; Gareth Zaa Fenn. The mirakulan had been nothing but a blind boxer when Preef had taken him under his wing. The rodian had made him into the vanguard of the most powerful syndicate in the galaxy and the blind boxer had the audacity to.. the stim in his mouth suddenly bend downwards and one-half of it fell to the floor of the ship. Preef had pressed his lips together so hard that the flimsy stim couldn't handle it. Much like, in Preef's mind, Gareth had crumbled. Now, decades later he wanted to abandon the Zaa Fenn name because he thought he had risen above it?
This ship landed on a remote landing dock in a district on a level that had once been under the control of the Zaa Fenn. They knew it was safe. Kara still had plenty of contacts on Coruscant that were willing to work with her. "Return to Eriadu," the rodian ordered the droid as he walked off the ramp, "I won't need a ride back."
A speeder bike was waiting for the rodian. A newer model that wouldn't die on him enroute to where he was planning to go.
Let the man whose mere will made the Republic fall and the Crymorah perish, decide the fate of the galaxy once more as he no doubt worked orchestrated the current galactic conflict from the shadows.
Preef was on Coruscant for one reason alone; Gareth Zaa Fenn. The mirakulan had been nothing but a blind boxer when Preef had taken him under his wing. The rodian had made him into the vanguard of the most powerful syndicate in the galaxy and the blind boxer had the audacity to.. the stim in his mouth suddenly bend downwards and one-half of it fell to the floor of the ship. Preef had pressed his lips together so hard that the flimsy stim couldn't handle it. Much like, in Preef's mind, Gareth had crumbled. Now, decades later he wanted to abandon the Zaa Fenn name because he thought he had risen above it?
This ship landed on a remote landing dock in a district on a level that had once been under the control of the Zaa Fenn. They knew it was safe. Kara still had plenty of contacts on Coruscant that were willing to work with her. "Return to Eriadu," the rodian ordered the droid as he walked off the ramp, "I won't need a ride back."
A speeder bike was waiting for the rodian. A newer model that wouldn't die on him enroute to where he was planning to go.