Coming in hot, captain in the cockpit scratching his crotch, Silence came in just as quiet as it breached the atmosphere of a drukhole named Deysum III. On its last legs. Good thing the galaxy has saviors like me willing to cut those legs off. After peeling the skin off first, of course.
So it was that the Sith touched down with a smile, preparing himself for the events soon to unfold. He wouldn’t be going at it alone. In the overcrowded Dragnoor, capital of this pisspot planet, the sun shone down with as much regard for what was beneath it as anyone had for spilled urine.
The Captain of the Silence descended the ramp, gave the dock handler his due, and walked across the cracked pavement of the stinking outside air toward the meeting point. He was garbed in a thick black leather coat above skull-stomping boots that just stepped over a Pantoran.
Kayden wasn’t interested in the bottle of booze but, having left his pack of smokes in the cockpit, gladly plucked the man’s cigarette from between his fingers and moved along. A ship flew overhead, maybe to escape hell, for little else could classify Deysum.
Corporations had exploited the planet’s resources, raped it for all it was worth, and the husk leftover was little more than a wasteland. Kayden had to watch his step for puddles in the street, but outside the city? Forget about it. Polluted rivers, toxic plains, and a little laboratory whose secrets were waiting to be plucked like a drunkard's cigarette.
Arriving at a cantina called the Paper Pig, Kayden didn’t feel like going inside but he would be easy to spot; a man leaning against the wall having a smoke, listening to the cantina’s music. It was the same song that had been playing in his Silence. Most importantly, the Sith’s Force signature was just as loud and as naked as a wailing woman.
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So it was that the Sith touched down with a smile, preparing himself for the events soon to unfold. He wouldn’t be going at it alone. In the overcrowded Dragnoor, capital of this pisspot planet, the sun shone down with as much regard for what was beneath it as anyone had for spilled urine.
The Captain of the Silence descended the ramp, gave the dock handler his due, and walked across the cracked pavement of the stinking outside air toward the meeting point. He was garbed in a thick black leather coat above skull-stomping boots that just stepped over a Pantoran.
Kayden wasn’t interested in the bottle of booze but, having left his pack of smokes in the cockpit, gladly plucked the man’s cigarette from between his fingers and moved along. A ship flew overhead, maybe to escape hell, for little else could classify Deysum.
Corporations had exploited the planet’s resources, raped it for all it was worth, and the husk leftover was little more than a wasteland. Kayden had to watch his step for puddles in the street, but outside the city? Forget about it. Polluted rivers, toxic plains, and a little laboratory whose secrets were waiting to be plucked like a drunkard's cigarette.
Arriving at a cantina called the Paper Pig, Kayden didn’t feel like going inside but he would be easy to spot; a man leaning against the wall having a smoke, listening to the cantina’s music. It was the same song that had been playing in his Silence. Most importantly, the Sith’s Force signature was just as loud and as naked as a wailing woman.
@Sicadorito
