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Cyrillia was a planet with quite a bit of history behind it. Formerly a part of the pod racing circuit and manufacturer of the iconic pit droids, cyrillia, and by extension cyrillians, seemed to be almost dependent on foreign galactic revenue to stay active and afloat. It had served as a booming case of industrialization spreading the wealth around the galaxy, before it became a fortress for both the galactic empire and republic, almost a millennium ago. Now, it was more or less abandoned, cities with more factories and manufacturing centers then actual housing, and almost all of it closed down in a depressing state of decay As san's shuttle cut through the air on cyrillia towards the planets surface, he did a final check list on his hole-communicator of what exactly they were suppose to be doing here on this run down remnant of galactic industrialization.
Resistance forces against the recently expanding sith empire were appearing around the galaxy, an inevitable and always profitable arrangement whenever two powerful forces went toe-to-toe. One of those resistance groups had popped up on this planet, surprisingly bold considering how close it lay to the empire's recently conquered territory, and they needed help. But more importantly then that, was that this resistance group had credits they were willing to spend on getting said help. San and a few others had been dispatched to help secure those credits, and san didn't doubt that they would secure them, as much as it would take to ensure cyrillia was in good hands and the resistance did well in this war.
'And of course, we'll need to see into setting up a nice recurring partnership from this deal...' San thought as he closed his holo-communicator as his shuttle came to the designated landing platform, slowing down and descending until it landed with a light bump of landing gear contacting the ground. San got up and adjusted his black and grey business robes slightly, making sure there were no wrinkles or marks, before he walked out of the ship and down the ramp. The landing platform gave a good view of cyrillia, it's sprawling industry zone giving way off in the distance to more residential and recreational buildings, not nearly as massive as the manufacturing centers for droids, but still sprawling and grey before just barely in view, the area became more natural areas of vegetation. The buildings weren't as tall as other industrial worlds, in truth they would all be dwarfed by those of nar shadda or curoscant, well, before it died, and certainly not as pristine, but they still held a power to them, an air of importance and distinction.
Truth be told, San felt rather at home here, it reminded him of a less bustling or thriving muunilinst. He blinked to snap himself out of his bit of nostalgia, he had a job to do after all, they all did. The meeting with the resistance leader had been set in this closed down factory they had landed on, in hanger 18, the one this landing platform was for. All that was left was to go down to the loading hanger, broker a deal that was favorable for the mercenaries united, and hope these resistance leaders didn't double cross them or kill them outright out of desperation. 'As routine as ever, I suppose.' he thought with a humorless expression as he looked around the area, spotting the doors leading to their hanger just 20 yards ahead, across a walkway.
Resistance forces against the recently expanding sith empire were appearing around the galaxy, an inevitable and always profitable arrangement whenever two powerful forces went toe-to-toe. One of those resistance groups had popped up on this planet, surprisingly bold considering how close it lay to the empire's recently conquered territory, and they needed help. But more importantly then that, was that this resistance group had credits they were willing to spend on getting said help. San and a few others had been dispatched to help secure those credits, and san didn't doubt that they would secure them, as much as it would take to ensure cyrillia was in good hands and the resistance did well in this war.
'And of course, we'll need to see into setting up a nice recurring partnership from this deal...' San thought as he closed his holo-communicator as his shuttle came to the designated landing platform, slowing down and descending until it landed with a light bump of landing gear contacting the ground. San got up and adjusted his black and grey business robes slightly, making sure there were no wrinkles or marks, before he walked out of the ship and down the ramp. The landing platform gave a good view of cyrillia, it's sprawling industry zone giving way off in the distance to more residential and recreational buildings, not nearly as massive as the manufacturing centers for droids, but still sprawling and grey before just barely in view, the area became more natural areas of vegetation. The buildings weren't as tall as other industrial worlds, in truth they would all be dwarfed by those of nar shadda or curoscant, well, before it died, and certainly not as pristine, but they still held a power to them, an air of importance and distinction.
Truth be told, San felt rather at home here, it reminded him of a less bustling or thriving muunilinst. He blinked to snap himself out of his bit of nostalgia, he had a job to do after all, they all did. The meeting with the resistance leader had been set in this closed down factory they had landed on, in hanger 18, the one this landing platform was for. All that was left was to go down to the loading hanger, broker a deal that was favorable for the mercenaries united, and hope these resistance leaders didn't double cross them or kill them outright out of desperation. 'As routine as ever, I suppose.' he thought with a humorless expression as he looked around the area, spotting the doors leading to their hanger just 20 yards ahead, across a walkway.
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