Caran Malo
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Messages
- 33
- Reaction score
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Coruscant Lower City
Level 1234
The Crown of the Empire, the home of the former Republica. Caran Malo had been birthed here, born within a long line of prestigious Republica Officers, he had served and had been on speaking terms with the mysterious Emperor Elix years in the past, yet just as the Emperor had vanished, any semblance of the life he had known seemed to slip right beneath his feet. The Empire he had once loved had turned to gross incompetence and infighting and mutual affection for the supporters of the Old Empire had grown. It had all culminated into him betraying the men and women of the Republica on Kuat.
He had been on the run for months since then, drifting along the deep reaches of the Galaxy, seeing many different worlds and species that the Republica had did well to hide. Part of him was still uneasy about living among what he had once assumed to be lesser races, but his perspective on things had begun to slowly change. There were plenty of double crossing and sweet lipped con artists among the Underworld, but here within the lower confines of Society was a whole array of people who wanted to live in peace. Maybe the things he had supported were bad for these people, kept them hidden away from the galaxy--the former Imperial couldn't really tell, nor did he try to think about it much.
Instead, he would spend his time in the dealings of smuggling across the galaxy, with knowledge on Imperial Protocol he had become well versed in dodging their boarding routines and their traffic patterns. He had just finished up a job in which he had dodged two Imperial Naval frigates with just enough of a gap that even a womp rat could barely fit--such things had called for celebration, and there was no better celebration than gambling away every last credit one had. His green eyes would narrow as he fixed the brim on his worn Imperial officer's cap--his eyes peering towards his cast of opponents.
tag: @Zanna Black
Level 1234
The Crown of the Empire, the home of the former Republica. Caran Malo had been birthed here, born within a long line of prestigious Republica Officers, he had served and had been on speaking terms with the mysterious Emperor Elix years in the past, yet just as the Emperor had vanished, any semblance of the life he had known seemed to slip right beneath his feet. The Empire he had once loved had turned to gross incompetence and infighting and mutual affection for the supporters of the Old Empire had grown. It had all culminated into him betraying the men and women of the Republica on Kuat.
He had been on the run for months since then, drifting along the deep reaches of the Galaxy, seeing many different worlds and species that the Republica had did well to hide. Part of him was still uneasy about living among what he had once assumed to be lesser races, but his perspective on things had begun to slowly change. There were plenty of double crossing and sweet lipped con artists among the Underworld, but here within the lower confines of Society was a whole array of people who wanted to live in peace. Maybe the things he had supported were bad for these people, kept them hidden away from the galaxy--the former Imperial couldn't really tell, nor did he try to think about it much.
Instead, he would spend his time in the dealings of smuggling across the galaxy, with knowledge on Imperial Protocol he had become well versed in dodging their boarding routines and their traffic patterns. He had just finished up a job in which he had dodged two Imperial Naval frigates with just enough of a gap that even a womp rat could barely fit--such things had called for celebration, and there was no better celebration than gambling away every last credit one had. His green eyes would narrow as he fixed the brim on his worn Imperial officer's cap--his eyes peering towards his cast of opponents.
tag: @Zanna Black