Taalong Vorr
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Apr 15, 2019
- Messages
- 118
- Reaction score
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RAXUS
-Voltro City
-Evening
A miserable stink of exhaust blew on the breeze that swept through Voltro City. An alarm on a speeder echoed in a lonely block as a thief attempted to take it off the street. A lonely droid with a loose wheel and a half functioning logic circuit rolled over the uneven durasteel plates that made the sidewalk, passing through the light of a dozen old shops and broken dealers of legal and less then wares. Heads were hung low, hands were in coat pockets, and a groan came from any passer by that was faced with the fact that they lived in that corner of the miserable city known as Dagras Downs.
This was like every morning, day, and night in Dagras Downs, a hive of poverty, crime, misery, and death. Few who were born to Voltro ever wanted to wind up in this corner of the city, but those that found themselves there were often there because they had no choice. They had so much debt they couldn't afford to live anywhere else, or even leave. They had a substance habit that could only be supplied in that place, or they had an affiliation to a criminal enterprise that would define their lives.
Though the night was no different in its feeling, something was at work that anyone living there would not expect. Something that would define the conversation of all of Dagras Downs for a long time to come.
A black transport appeared in Dagras Downs, one carrying a cargo of death.
A dozen dark black and grey troopers, with faces hidden under helmets and blaster set to anything but stun, appeared when its doors opened up. Bright lights blinded an unsuspecting street of denizens that, while used to Imperial oppression, were not prepared for this.
The Troopers began beating the civilians, clearing the street, and making demands on the citizens that they could not answer.
"Where are rebels!" they demanded, clubbing in heads, and clattering those poor souls to the ground. "Tell us now!"
From within the transport, Taalong Vorr stepped out. His Kaleesh war mask hiding his expression as much as the troopers that did their work. His dark robes and tattered armor of a Sith Warrior were a prominent reminder to any and all that he was a Sith, and one weathered and grizzled in the fires of combat for decades.
The Sith Acolyte kept his distance from the Troopers, for he was not in command them. He had merely come along for the ride. They had their orders, and he had his own. He looked around, sensing the air, ignoring the rough battling of the civilians that were being beaten senselessly without purpose.
It was rumored a cell of rebels, or perhaps simply outlaws, operated in that corner of the Empire. Regardless of which, it was all dissident in the eyes of the Empire and they would find them.
The attack continued, and it was clear that some of the persons were considered guilty by merely circumstance.
A blaster bolt was heard.
A civilian lay dead.
People screamed.
The Troopers continued their assault on those people that were held there, making their demands for information known to all.
-Voltro City
-Evening
A miserable stink of exhaust blew on the breeze that swept through Voltro City. An alarm on a speeder echoed in a lonely block as a thief attempted to take it off the street. A lonely droid with a loose wheel and a half functioning logic circuit rolled over the uneven durasteel plates that made the sidewalk, passing through the light of a dozen old shops and broken dealers of legal and less then wares. Heads were hung low, hands were in coat pockets, and a groan came from any passer by that was faced with the fact that they lived in that corner of the miserable city known as Dagras Downs.
This was like every morning, day, and night in Dagras Downs, a hive of poverty, crime, misery, and death. Few who were born to Voltro ever wanted to wind up in this corner of the city, but those that found themselves there were often there because they had no choice. They had so much debt they couldn't afford to live anywhere else, or even leave. They had a substance habit that could only be supplied in that place, or they had an affiliation to a criminal enterprise that would define their lives.
Though the night was no different in its feeling, something was at work that anyone living there would not expect. Something that would define the conversation of all of Dagras Downs for a long time to come.
A black transport appeared in Dagras Downs, one carrying a cargo of death.
A dozen dark black and grey troopers, with faces hidden under helmets and blaster set to anything but stun, appeared when its doors opened up. Bright lights blinded an unsuspecting street of denizens that, while used to Imperial oppression, were not prepared for this.
The Troopers began beating the civilians, clearing the street, and making demands on the citizens that they could not answer.
"Where are rebels!" they demanded, clubbing in heads, and clattering those poor souls to the ground. "Tell us now!"
From within the transport, Taalong Vorr stepped out. His Kaleesh war mask hiding his expression as much as the troopers that did their work. His dark robes and tattered armor of a Sith Warrior were a prominent reminder to any and all that he was a Sith, and one weathered and grizzled in the fires of combat for decades.
The Sith Acolyte kept his distance from the Troopers, for he was not in command them. He had merely come along for the ride. They had their orders, and he had his own. He looked around, sensing the air, ignoring the rough battling of the civilians that were being beaten senselessly without purpose.
It was rumored a cell of rebels, or perhaps simply outlaws, operated in that corner of the Empire. Regardless of which, it was all dissident in the eyes of the Empire and they would find them.
The attack continued, and it was clear that some of the persons were considered guilty by merely circumstance.
A blaster bolt was heard.
A civilian lay dead.
People screamed.
The Troopers continued their assault on those people that were held there, making their demands for information known to all.
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