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SLUM DISTRICT, SMUGGLER'S MOON, LOCAL TIME: 2104
Ahh yes, Nar Shaddaa.
There were many memories had on this world and many more to make. One thing this corrupted wasteland provided, was a reason to be present along with the cover of nightfall and all the wretched worms that already existed on this world. The power vacuum was left wide open and while there was an uneasy alliance in the five syndicates, many newer and smaller gangs fought over less relevant territory for a meager portion of the rewards.
Roman kept himself mostly out of plain view, utilizing the coverage of shadows and natural darkness as his primary allies; the ebony clad armored form had been observing some local shipping companies. Rumored stated that they had been employed and on the payroll of small time gangs for years now, with no inclination of move or appraisal in power. Such a stagnation was deadly to society in general and gave the Knight of Ren a purpose to seek chaos and bloodlust. For death and decay were the natural rivals of the Light, and he hungered for more of the former. Sitting atop a perched platform, sulfuric eyes burned brightly and gazed upon a small company of thugs completing their collections. The credits were unimportant, the mens' lives were however of a more sinister purpose.
As they departed, Roman leaped off the ledge and landed onto the cobblestone ground with a thud. Drawing his blade, he stalked the men for a few city blocks, drawing the force to himself as it pulsated in his left hand with a locus of red energy. All he needed was the opportune moment to make his kill meaningful...
@Dread