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- Dec 19, 2016
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OOC: Besides what is listed in Valen’s profile, he is carrying a XPC-71 rifle, 2 EMP grenades, and two thermal detonators.
Coruscant
The Underworld
Evening
A depilated freighter lurched through the bowels of Coruscant. The rusty ship was covered in graffiti as it made its way towards an abandoned landing pad. Coruscant’s poor, and forgotten packed the cargo hold. The Empire’s reign had spread across the planet’s surface. Refugees who had been unable to escape the Core poured into the Underworld, not even the Sith could find them there. The Darkside’s reach was long, the shadow dark. Most of the city was not safe. Most of the people were not safe. The inhabitants of the Underworld had always managed to avoid the gaze of Coruscant’s elite. Even now, the Empire had difficult controlling the sprawling Undercity. It was easy to get lost among the forgotten.
Jedi Knight Valen Pelora huddled among the masses. He swayed side to side as the freighter creaked its way to a landing. He was covered in a heavy tattered brown robe, concealing the armor hidden beneath. He had hopped from freighter to freighter until he made his way into the underbelly of Coruscant. It had taken him days to get to the planet, and too long to get to the Underworld. He had not wanted to take any chances. The Force was pulled close around him.
Coruscant had been lost. Consumed in the fires of the Darkside. He had stood on the streets as the crown of the Republic fell. He had watched men, women, and children die. Sith killed indiscriminately. He had wept for the lives lost, the pain reaching deep into his soul. He had killed. Valen had taken few lives in his life, he had killed twice on Coruscant. Killing was never the answer, even in the defense of innocents. The Lightside was life. Darkness was death. It was time he atoned. He had placed his faith in the Force, and returned to Coruscant.
The Darkside was consuming the galaxy. Tython had burned, his heart ripped out. The Order was in ruins. It was time to stand up. Return the galaxy to the Light. The Jedi were fighting back. If the Republic would not stem the tide, their job would be done for them. Coruscant was being taken back. It was not about revenge, it was about justice. It was about freedom. The Sith would be brought to justice for Tython, freeing Coruscant was for the people.
The freighter shuddered one last time and the ramp lowered. Valen exited with the rest of the people. His hood shielded his face. He quickly checked his gear one last time. The neon lights of the Underworld met his gaze. He quickly looked around for his partner. They had little time to find the resistance fighters. They would need to act fast and try not to draw any unneeded attention.
@Versok
Coruscant
The Underworld
Evening
A depilated freighter lurched through the bowels of Coruscant. The rusty ship was covered in graffiti as it made its way towards an abandoned landing pad. Coruscant’s poor, and forgotten packed the cargo hold. The Empire’s reign had spread across the planet’s surface. Refugees who had been unable to escape the Core poured into the Underworld, not even the Sith could find them there. The Darkside’s reach was long, the shadow dark. Most of the city was not safe. Most of the people were not safe. The inhabitants of the Underworld had always managed to avoid the gaze of Coruscant’s elite. Even now, the Empire had difficult controlling the sprawling Undercity. It was easy to get lost among the forgotten.
Jedi Knight Valen Pelora huddled among the masses. He swayed side to side as the freighter creaked its way to a landing. He was covered in a heavy tattered brown robe, concealing the armor hidden beneath. He had hopped from freighter to freighter until he made his way into the underbelly of Coruscant. It had taken him days to get to the planet, and too long to get to the Underworld. He had not wanted to take any chances. The Force was pulled close around him.
Coruscant had been lost. Consumed in the fires of the Darkside. He had stood on the streets as the crown of the Republic fell. He had watched men, women, and children die. Sith killed indiscriminately. He had wept for the lives lost, the pain reaching deep into his soul. He had killed. Valen had taken few lives in his life, he had killed twice on Coruscant. Killing was never the answer, even in the defense of innocents. The Lightside was life. Darkness was death. It was time he atoned. He had placed his faith in the Force, and returned to Coruscant.
The Darkside was consuming the galaxy. Tython had burned, his heart ripped out. The Order was in ruins. It was time to stand up. Return the galaxy to the Light. The Jedi were fighting back. If the Republic would not stem the tide, their job would be done for them. Coruscant was being taken back. It was not about revenge, it was about justice. It was about freedom. The Sith would be brought to justice for Tython, freeing Coruscant was for the people.
The freighter shuddered one last time and the ramp lowered. Valen exited with the rest of the people. His hood shielded his face. He quickly checked his gear one last time. The neon lights of the Underworld met his gaze. He quickly looked around for his partner. They had little time to find the resistance fighters. They would need to act fast and try not to draw any unneeded attention.
@Versok