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Sullust
Somewhere Underground
Two robed figures cloaked in black and a Mon Calamari walk in silence, the hooded spectres at the outsider's flanks, pushing and prodding him onward relentlessly. The sound of their footsteps resonate through the dimly lit tunnels, hewn into Sullust's volcanic rock. Bursts of steam can be seen emanating from both the metallic pipes lining the walls and the rock itself: a common sight, given that these tunnels were built right next to one of the planet's many active magma flows. Fans can be seen periodically, ventilating the air and making it somewhat bearable, though the tunnels are still quite hot. Ash litters the floor in places, already having covered the Mon Cal's pants in crud. It is not something the Sith-like figures seem to mind though, pushing through the dirty, overheated maze of tunnels with cool familiarity. Somewhere Underground
Whatever the young smuggler knew about the base he was being escorted into the very bowels of, one thing was certain given the wicked-looking assault rifles these two cultists sported and the tight electrocuffs that graced his hands.
He had kriffed with the wrong crowd this time.
@Minuteman75
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Meanwhile, out just beyond Sullust's atmosphere, a Scuttler class yacht is in orbit. Waiting. Scanning perhaps. Looking for something.
Whatever it was, it found it; the ship then descended with great haste.