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Location: Coruscant
Level: 1782
Coruscant was the crowning gem of the Republic. A sparkling young jewel of a crown that included other such gems such as Corellia, Chandrilla, and Alderaan. From above the planet it looked like a sparkling ball of orange-brown. The color was derived from the copious amount of permacrete and durasteel everywhere on the planet, making the endless cities. Celestial mirrors orbited the planet, controlling everything from the time of the day and the lighting, to even clouds and storms. Such a thing was almost taken for granted by the rich beings that lived in the expensive highrises upon the planet's surface. Anywhere you could go within the planet, you would find endless city, some of it rich such as the senate district, other bits of it less nice, such as The Works. Coruscant sported high class apartments such as 500 Republica, where only the richest of the rich could live.
This particular scene took place on level 1782, however, deep underground the planet. The entire level of 1782 was a junk yard. Though it wasn't nearly as habitable as the upper portions of Coruscant, plenty of billions of beings still lived down here. Many lived in portions of old machinery or ships, while others lived in hovels that they made out of the remains of scrap, along with new materials. Arritef's hovel was located on this level, made of an assortment of things, varying from old starships, to old vehicles, and even partially a prefabricated shelter. He had several locations on this level that he liked to use, but this one was the one where he did most of his public meetings. The walls were a dark gray with grime caking it as much as the breadth of a sheet of flimsi in some areas. Other places were scraped clean by Arritef, or things that had been moved. There was a private office about 20M into the facility, with strong support struts holding the roof and walls intact should any kind of tragedy befall the place, and only one door into the facility at all. The facility itself was only 10M wide. Lining the walls in the lobby/holding area there were two grimey couches lining both sides of the room, and a table sitting in the center. Just under the table, 5m into the facility, embedded in the ground, were two silver plated malevolent orbs, their blinking red indicator lights a signal to its wielder of its current condition. The blinking lights shone beautifully for the opaque chamber for which they were guests, suspended like dormant stars waiting to go supernova. They were thermal in nature, much like stars, and their detonation, should they be compelled to do so, was completely indiscernible from a super nova if you were blind and deaf, as well lacking understand distance as the 10M influence that these pseudo-stars could wield was insignificant compared to the power of a super nova.
There was a welcoming rug that ran along the length of the facility, and sported all kinds of stains, from caf to blood to other liquids indeterminable to the casual observer.
Arritef sat in mediation at the far end of the chamber, passively listening for the entrance of the woman joining him. He had met Tamara recently after witnessing her distress at the conclusion of a party. She was not exactly comfortable with that environment. He had abstained from any interactions that might have led to such an unfavorable situation.
He had worked his way up to twelve objects spinning about in orbit of himself at this point. This was a habit of his, and the way that he attempts to increase his concentration and force fluidity. "I do hope she arrives soon." He thought. "This is starting to become rather taxing." Though it was likely a simple task for any individual experienced in the Force, but for one such as Arritef it was actually rather difficult and exercising.
@Tristyn
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