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Chandrila
Landing Port
The sun had begun to set on the glowing white city, casting vibrant hues of orange, yellow, and even sapphire into the sky above the towering spires. Despite this, there was no shortage of activity as ships and passerby bustled about, either returning from or going to their work. While Chandrila was no comparison planet-cities like Coruscant or Denon, it was still not one to be scoffed at. Chandrila wasn't the capital of the Republic for nothing, and it was here that Shae Vis had received a formal invitation to. During a Jedi commemoration weeks earlier, Shae had unwittingly aided Marcus Rahn, one of the elaborately crafted personas of Shadow Conclave agent Lucius Vasch. Marcus indeed had an apartment here on Chandrila, as well as his own possessions and years of reputation built up among his peers. Today, Marcus had reached out to Shae, hoping to meet her and discuss more about the Jedi as that was one of his primary research interests. Little did she know that a trap had been laid that would shake the Galaxy to its core.
Down a darkened alleyway hid Lucius, fully clad in his usual Conclave Mantle and personalized helmet. On his person were equipped an EMP grenade and two SG-4 grenades, and all his blades were coated with Thernbee venom instead of Kouhun poison. Their contractor wouldn't be happy if the Conclave killed their target, now would they? This particular alleyway was connected and within earshot of the public landing pad Shae would most likely use to get to Marcus' apartment. Lucius knew he'd have to do this quickly before someone noticed the scuffle. It'd work even more in his favour if he could change back and have Marcus alert the authorities of her capture.
Wouldn't that be a treat! Lucius thought merrily. He'd have said it out loud, but his vocal chords had been altered to sound like a child's. All part of the plan. The cat now lay in wait for its prey.
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