OOC
Bright lights darted and flew across the black canvas that was the night sky. The lights could be any number of things that could be witnessed from the surcface of Denon. The thousands of ships..the hundreds of speeders..or merely the bright stars that took away the daunting blackness of the night sky.
The streets were filled with beings large and small...thieves and politicains...scum and villainy...and even a respectable gentleman or two..but down in the depths of this urbanized planet..a man or woman could find anything.
A vast amount of establishments and buildings littered the landscape, lighting the surface up in an almost overwhelming wave of light...cantinas...casinos....bars...apartments even political buildings.
In one cantina, known as ''The Black Canvas'' down in the underworld of Denon, owned by a retired Twi'lek artist frequently visited by presitgous individuals, or a mercenary or two that had recently gained a large haul of republic credits.
But there were a few who weren't regular customers...whom noone knew. Here for reasons unbeknownst too others.
Devias Sinn was one of those people, and his reasons where like most mercenaries. A hunt. He hunted a republic informant by the name of Golrag Holdem, a bothan scumbag who reported on what the drunken republic politicains say behind the senates back.
There was no honour in what he did, he ruined the lives of foolish men to profit, not to survive or to care for a family.
But this wasn't his reason and he knew for a fact he wouldnt be the only one hunting him.
Bright lights darted and flew across the black canvas that was the night sky. The lights could be any number of things that could be witnessed from the surcface of Denon. The thousands of ships..the hundreds of speeders..or merely the bright stars that took away the daunting blackness of the night sky.
The streets were filled with beings large and small...thieves and politicains...scum and villainy...and even a respectable gentleman or two..but down in the depths of this urbanized planet..a man or woman could find anything.
A vast amount of establishments and buildings littered the landscape, lighting the surface up in an almost overwhelming wave of light...cantinas...casinos....bars...apartments even political buildings.
In one cantina, known as ''The Black Canvas'' down in the underworld of Denon, owned by a retired Twi'lek artist frequently visited by presitgous individuals, or a mercenary or two that had recently gained a large haul of republic credits.
But there were a few who weren't regular customers...whom noone knew. Here for reasons unbeknownst too others.
Devias Sinn was one of those people, and his reasons where like most mercenaries. A hunt. He hunted a republic informant by the name of Golrag Holdem, a bothan scumbag who reported on what the drunken republic politicains say behind the senates back.
There was no honour in what he did, he ruined the lives of foolish men to profit, not to survive or to care for a family.
But this wasn't his reason and he knew for a fact he wouldnt be the only one hunting him.
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