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Burnin Konn had been plagued by the syndicates for decades, particularly due to the illegal mining operations surrounding the planet’s precious minerals. Locals had been forced into both slave trade and harsh mining environments in order to keep local crime bosses satisfied. The planet’s society had become as callous as its environment, uninhabitable, cold to the touch.
They had been ordered to intercept and disrupt a mining racket that had only recently cropped up on the Order’s radar. Electrum had been a myth on the planet for years, a well-kept secret between locals who wished to keep some of their planet’s natural beauty intact.
Though when a vein of electrum had been discovered in a small mine, it wasn’t long before the Syndicates had begun their assault. They had locked down a strategic bunker built with the purpose of defending their mining slaves as they plucked the jewels from their rocky beds.
“Finally,” the boy says, sitting in a cockpit barely fit for two. “Another day of travel and I would have been going kriffing insane.” His untampered face had been tattooed with a cocky immaturity, shaped in the smug grin plastered across it.
“You can stay in the ship if you want,” he called across to the ship’s pilot, who had inadvertently been focused on keeping them on course for the floating rock. “I think I could handle this on my own. I mean, you heard Master Har – I am one of the most promising duelists they had ever seen.” At this point, it was as if he were a child, bragging about a new toy. In reality, he was impressive for his age. The lesson was that if he were to perfect his craft, his potential was endless.
“I mean it seems pretty simple. Kill the criminals, free the slaves.”
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127 ABY // BURNIN KONN
Burnin Konn had been plagued by the syndicates for decades, particularly due to the illegal mining operations surrounding the planet’s precious minerals. Locals had been forced into both slave trade and harsh mining environments in order to keep local crime bosses satisfied. The planet’s society had become as callous as its environment, uninhabitable, cold to the touch.
They had been ordered to intercept and disrupt a mining racket that had only recently cropped up on the Order’s radar. Electrum had been a myth on the planet for years, a well-kept secret between locals who wished to keep some of their planet’s natural beauty intact.
Though when a vein of electrum had been discovered in a small mine, it wasn’t long before the Syndicates had begun their assault. They had locked down a strategic bunker built with the purpose of defending their mining slaves as they plucked the jewels from their rocky beds.
“Finally,” the boy says, sitting in a cockpit barely fit for two. “Another day of travel and I would have been going kriffing insane.” His untampered face had been tattooed with a cocky immaturity, shaped in the smug grin plastered across it.
“You can stay in the ship if you want,” he called across to the ship’s pilot, who had inadvertently been focused on keeping them on course for the floating rock. “I think I could handle this on my own. I mean, you heard Master Har – I am one of the most promising duelists they had ever seen.” At this point, it was as if he were a child, bragging about a new toy. In reality, he was impressive for his age. The lesson was that if he were to perfect his craft, his potential was endless.
“I mean it seems pretty simple. Kill the criminals, free the slaves.”
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