The city-planet of Coruscant was home to quite a number of people... more than one trillion to be exact. Perhaps the most important and influential planet in the entire galaxy. Huge metal towers and buildings covered most of the planet's surface, with the exception of a few places. All hyperspace routes, no matter how far stretched they are, would eventually lead to Coruscant. Hell, it's hyperspace coordinates mark the exact center of the galaxy. It was, is, and always will be the crossroads of anything and everything - the place where all ends meet.
And to Shugo Shi'ark, a small and acrobatic young man, the planet was his playground. He was alone with no home to call his own, but then again, he didn't need one. He didn't need a job, or companionship, or anything. He could break in and out of just about anything. He could slice his way through almost any computer system imaginable. To say that the boy was good at what he did would be a vast understatement. He wasn't just good -- he was the best. Or at least one of them.
The alleyway was completely dark, save for the single terminal that glowed a dim blue and illuminated the area around it. Shugo stood in front of it, his fingers dancing effortlessly on the controls. Within a minute, a small crack of light appeared on the wall beside him, piercing into the complete blackness that lay to his side. The crack slowly grew larger and larger with the soft hum of gears filling the air. It was a door.
The door opened mechanically, revealing a storage that would otherwise remain hidden in the darkness. The alley was bright from the light pouring out from the storage facility. The blond haired boy walked in. Almost immediately he began to sift through the objects around him. Small hands captured items and stuffed them into a bag, which Shugo would take and sell later in exchange for food or whatever else he needed. But something unexpected happened--
"Heh, looks like we caught him red-handed." Shugo wheeled around, coming face-to-face with the owner of the very storage facility he was robbing from. "And just who might you be, taking my things in the dead of night?" The man was tall, much taller than Shugo, complete with a nasty scar that cut across his face. There were others behind him, people that the blond haired boy instantly recognized as members of the local gang here in Industrial District 249.
"Great," the boy sighed. "Just what I needed. Some shutta like you to come and ruin my fun." The man in front of him smirked as all the gang members seemedto advance. Shugo's scarred enemy put up his hand, and they all stopped in their tracks.
"Do you know who I am, boy? I'm Rys Talonsak, leader of the Silvercl--" Shugo cut him off. "Okay, listen. I really don't care, I just want to take your stuff and get out of here. I don't need a life story. Now if you'd excuse me..." Shugo attempted to walk around him with his bag, only to be stopped by the other members of the Silverclaws. By this time, they had surrounded him.
"Kid, I think you need to be taught some manners. Get 'im, men."
(( I'm really really sorry for the long and boring post. I ususally don't ramble on like that. Sorry! ))
And to Shugo Shi'ark, a small and acrobatic young man, the planet was his playground. He was alone with no home to call his own, but then again, he didn't need one. He didn't need a job, or companionship, or anything. He could break in and out of just about anything. He could slice his way through almost any computer system imaginable. To say that the boy was good at what he did would be a vast understatement. He wasn't just good -- he was the best. Or at least one of them.
The alleyway was completely dark, save for the single terminal that glowed a dim blue and illuminated the area around it. Shugo stood in front of it, his fingers dancing effortlessly on the controls. Within a minute, a small crack of light appeared on the wall beside him, piercing into the complete blackness that lay to his side. The crack slowly grew larger and larger with the soft hum of gears filling the air. It was a door.
The door opened mechanically, revealing a storage that would otherwise remain hidden in the darkness. The alley was bright from the light pouring out from the storage facility. The blond haired boy walked in. Almost immediately he began to sift through the objects around him. Small hands captured items and stuffed them into a bag, which Shugo would take and sell later in exchange for food or whatever else he needed. But something unexpected happened--
"Heh, looks like we caught him red-handed." Shugo wheeled around, coming face-to-face with the owner of the very storage facility he was robbing from. "And just who might you be, taking my things in the dead of night?" The man was tall, much taller than Shugo, complete with a nasty scar that cut across his face. There were others behind him, people that the blond haired boy instantly recognized as members of the local gang here in Industrial District 249.
"Great," the boy sighed. "Just what I needed. Some shutta like you to come and ruin my fun." The man in front of him smirked as all the gang members seemedto advance. Shugo's scarred enemy put up his hand, and they all stopped in their tracks.
"Do you know who I am, boy? I'm Rys Talonsak, leader of the Silvercl--" Shugo cut him off. "Okay, listen. I really don't care, I just want to take your stuff and get out of here. I don't need a life story. Now if you'd excuse me..." Shugo attempted to walk around him with his bag, only to be stopped by the other members of the Silverclaws. By this time, they had surrounded him.
"Kid, I think you need to be taught some manners. Get 'im, men."
(( I'm really really sorry for the long and boring post. I ususally don't ramble on like that. Sorry! ))