Coruscant, level 1925
Y135/M2/W2/D4
Time: 018
Y135/M2/W2/D4
Time: 018
It was late.
Very late.
There was a long, enbittered sigh in the dark. The sound of a pipe lighting, and the heavy exhaling that came with it. Ragged, tired. Beaten. "Feels good don't it? Twice the rate of the normal shite, but you just saw it's worth ten times that at least. 40 credits for a whole pack of em- a bargain, I'd say."
"Young and old, rich or poor, that spice s'an allure few endure." he'd hum, his boots clacking against the metal pavement as he'd pass the dealer and his prospective customer. "Fer' in the end when things are done, and the beyond waits for everyone, spice towers and bells, jubilant yells." He sang aloud a bit, before stopping himself. He really couldn't help but chuckle, before letting out another drawn out sigh.
This was one of the less shady areas of level 1925. It was a diamond in the rough when it came to the lower levels. Many had tried to invest in the lower levels over the centuries, seeing untapped potential in the unregistered trillions who lived beneath Coruscant's upper levels. It had worked, to a limited extent, in brackets- they would invest in the low 2010's, the high 1890's. It had been in blocks, but limited economic growth had flourished in certain areas of the lower levels, and it showed especially well on level 1925.
Crime was still a problem, however, and it was undoubtedly a push factor when it came to economic investment. However, 1925's standards made some of the higher up levels look seedy by comparison. Rather than rife with gang violence and constant drug busts, 1925's gangs were tiny, hardly organized, and rarely antagonistic. People actually lived on this level by choice, not necessity. 1925 did have one issue though- it had a serious piping issue which had not been properly addressed in decades. As a result, overhead water pipes, often several thousand feet in diameter, had a tendency to leak on the regular. Long lasting repairs costed the tax paying citizens of 1925 serious credits, so short term fixes were often all that were used. To many though, this was more a feature rather than a bug, as level 1925 was now the only other level on Coruscant with something comparable to rain.
The past dozen or so blocks in all directions had been dealing with exactly that. Laeonas had been walking down the streets and alleyways for an hour now, half soaked to the bone. Strangely enough, he had come out by choice- the sensation of being wet while still clothed was new to him. Brentaal's miles and miles of Arid landscape were nothing like this world of pure metal, that somehow had water falling from above him, while he himself was several hundred miles beneath the top levels.
He wondered where he would go. Some booze would be nice- he had about a hundred credits on him. But he was hungry to. His dillemma would be solved when he spotted a bright red (but steadily flickering) neon sign for what appeared to be a small diner, reading, "Nak Nak's Food Shack and Cantina- the only food edible and the only drink drinkable on this stinkin' rock!"
"Charmin'," he muttered, before finally making up his mind and entering the not at all seedy looking establishment.
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