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OOC: This thread takes place at the same time as the attacks on Corellia which take place at the same time as the Kaggath. Vu’thari is wearing a cloak with his lekku tucked within and wrapped around his neck.
Outside of LC-47X Imperial Labor Camp
Corellia Sector
Nar Shaddaa
Nar Shaddaa. 85 Billion souls crammed on one moon. Imperial Hutta maintains a tenuous grip on the criminal capital of the galaxy, ruled in large by the Hutts. It is an area that is spread thin due to lack of manpower, lack of funding and a lack of motivation to commit what is needed to clamp down the resistant factions on the many levels of the “Smuggler’s Moon”…
To Vu’thari, a five year resident of Nar Shaddaa, all it meant to him was that rebellion was on the cusp of taking hold…it just needed a push in the right direction. To the Jedi Master and his Padawans, this was personal. It was their home. The LC-47X Imperial Labor Camp was a bastion of slave labor, where the captives were put to work to support the Imperial Republica’s war machine. Men, women and children of all species were forced onto manual labor working for the Empire, which left hidden resentment that welled in the bellies of those who were affected...and even some who weren't.
This assignment hit home and was undertaken without pause from the trio. This particular labor camp provided supplies for the Imperial Hutta soldiers. It was on the upper levels of Nar Shaddaa, away from the risk of "discontent" from the masses on the bottom level of the moon.
Geared for conflict, the Jedi Master wore his lightsaber tucked in a hidden pocket within the hip of his tunic. A DH-7 Blaster pistol was tucked in a thigh holster on his right leg, followed by his spread of grenades underneath his jacket. Beside him, Prax and Ayasha crouched down as they were about to make their way from the shadows to the rear entrance. This facility had never been under attack in any way, so absolute the rule of the Imperials…but this was a new day.
The approach was like any other Nar Shaddaa resident, walking by, as if the labor camp was “supposed” to be there, but as they passed the guardhouse and into the shadowy confines of darkness, they stayed, ensuring they were not observed…
@Wolf
@Critas
Outside of LC-47X Imperial Labor Camp
Corellia Sector
Nar Shaddaa
Nar Shaddaa. 85 Billion souls crammed on one moon. Imperial Hutta maintains a tenuous grip on the criminal capital of the galaxy, ruled in large by the Hutts. It is an area that is spread thin due to lack of manpower, lack of funding and a lack of motivation to commit what is needed to clamp down the resistant factions on the many levels of the “Smuggler’s Moon”…
To Vu’thari, a five year resident of Nar Shaddaa, all it meant to him was that rebellion was on the cusp of taking hold…it just needed a push in the right direction. To the Jedi Master and his Padawans, this was personal. It was their home. The LC-47X Imperial Labor Camp was a bastion of slave labor, where the captives were put to work to support the Imperial Republica’s war machine. Men, women and children of all species were forced onto manual labor working for the Empire, which left hidden resentment that welled in the bellies of those who were affected...and even some who weren't.
This assignment hit home and was undertaken without pause from the trio. This particular labor camp provided supplies for the Imperial Hutta soldiers. It was on the upper levels of Nar Shaddaa, away from the risk of "discontent" from the masses on the bottom level of the moon.
Geared for conflict, the Jedi Master wore his lightsaber tucked in a hidden pocket within the hip of his tunic. A DH-7 Blaster pistol was tucked in a thigh holster on his right leg, followed by his spread of grenades underneath his jacket. Beside him, Prax and Ayasha crouched down as they were about to make their way from the shadows to the rear entrance. This facility had never been under attack in any way, so absolute the rule of the Imperials…but this was a new day.
The approach was like any other Nar Shaddaa resident, walking by, as if the labor camp was “supposed” to be there, but as they passed the guardhouse and into the shadowy confines of darkness, they stayed, ensuring they were not observed…
@Wolf
@Critas
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