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"Human."
Bright skies and filth-trodden grounds. Vibrant colors intertwined with muted stone walls. Such a curious existential paradox, it seemed. Even from the limited vantage point of a small window situated at the back of the cargo bay, Caesar could make out some fraction of the nuisances of Empress Teta's capital city. A city, it's called. A sprawling mass of urbanscape that engulfed over half the planet, but in comparison to the vast ecumenopolis of Coruscant, perhaps it amounted to less in the end.
"Hey! Human!"
In a chilled instant, deadened verdigris eyes sharply cut their way to a Mirialan female. Her stature was fairly normal, if on the shorter side, perhaps what some might consider marginally stout. Her hair had greyed slightly, and her skin had creased from the wears of life and time. One eye was a different color than the other, a slight mutation that wasn't too uncommon among certain humanoids, particularly those genetically close enough to baseline Humans to interbreed with them.
"Captain?", he replied coldly, not moving his head along with his line of sight.
The Mirialan eyed him warily, almost as if unsure of whether to speak back. "We've arrived. This is Cinnagar, district 19."
Then his time had come. Moving up to a standing position, Caesar reached into a pouch, pulled out two credit chips and held it in front of the ship captain. "Our agreed price, then. One thousand for now, captain", he said, fixating his eyes on her own as she took the credit chips from his fingers. "Double upon my return."
"Sure, whatever", she said, scanning the credit chips into her account. "Of all the places in Cinnagar... what are you expecting to find in a slum?"
Ignoring her, Caesar simply walked toward the rear of the cargo bay and lowered the loading ramp. The air whisked in along with the bright light of the sun, a welcome change of surroundings to the dark and cramped ship's interior. Cinnagar. The only true city of Empress Teta, once a bastion of the Great Republic. Now, a husk of its former self. And the closer one drew to the wealthier and more stable areas of the great city, the more one would see the wind catching the blood-red banners of the Sith Empire.
But here, here were the ignored. The poor, the forgotten, the abused and the defeated. The ones no one cared for or about. Old mercenaries without work, retired bounty hunters, thieves and smugglers hoping to lay low, avoid the prying eyes of the powers that be. This was a place of sanctuary for those not wanting to be found. Or... perhaps not as much as once believed. But then, this is why he was there. And now, he would begin.
Bright skies and filth-trodden grounds. Vibrant colors intertwined with muted stone walls. Such a curious existential paradox, it seemed. Even from the limited vantage point of a small window situated at the back of the cargo bay, Caesar could make out some fraction of the nuisances of Empress Teta's capital city. A city, it's called. A sprawling mass of urbanscape that engulfed over half the planet, but in comparison to the vast ecumenopolis of Coruscant, perhaps it amounted to less in the end.
"Hey! Human!"
In a chilled instant, deadened verdigris eyes sharply cut their way to a Mirialan female. Her stature was fairly normal, if on the shorter side, perhaps what some might consider marginally stout. Her hair had greyed slightly, and her skin had creased from the wears of life and time. One eye was a different color than the other, a slight mutation that wasn't too uncommon among certain humanoids, particularly those genetically close enough to baseline Humans to interbreed with them.
"Captain?", he replied coldly, not moving his head along with his line of sight.
The Mirialan eyed him warily, almost as if unsure of whether to speak back. "We've arrived. This is Cinnagar, district 19."
Then his time had come. Moving up to a standing position, Caesar reached into a pouch, pulled out two credit chips and held it in front of the ship captain. "Our agreed price, then. One thousand for now, captain", he said, fixating his eyes on her own as she took the credit chips from his fingers. "Double upon my return."
"Sure, whatever", she said, scanning the credit chips into her account. "Of all the places in Cinnagar... what are you expecting to find in a slum?"
Ignoring her, Caesar simply walked toward the rear of the cargo bay and lowered the loading ramp. The air whisked in along with the bright light of the sun, a welcome change of surroundings to the dark and cramped ship's interior. Cinnagar. The only true city of Empress Teta, once a bastion of the Great Republic. Now, a husk of its former self. And the closer one drew to the wealthier and more stable areas of the great city, the more one would see the wind catching the blood-red banners of the Sith Empire.
But here, here were the ignored. The poor, the forgotten, the abused and the defeated. The ones no one cared for or about. Old mercenaries without work, retired bounty hunters, thieves and smugglers hoping to lay low, avoid the prying eyes of the powers that be. This was a place of sanctuary for those not wanting to be found. Or... perhaps not as much as once believed. But then, this is why he was there. And now, he would begin.