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Zygerria, the pinnacle of the cruelest trade in the Galaxy, the flesh trade, the bartering of servitude, the sale of freedom for a handful of Credits. Presiding over it stood many 'Houses', vast entities that wielded influence in the same measure as they could ply the lash and chain to keep the people they claimed under their domination. Here, in the City of the House of the Black Sun, the armored menaces of the Slavers could easily claim the title of 'Master', holding the yoke of servitude over all who dwelt within its demesne.
Today, the Black Sun and his Vigos had come to visit the City, and all would know of it, for through the main avenue of the City stomped the armored and clearly distinguishable men and women of the Black Suns personal Guard, the City itself in total silence as the Vigos walked in their midst, adorned in their robes, marking them out as the Leaders of the Criminal Syndicate known, and feared, as 'Black Sun'. They would process through the town, into the Palace at the heart of the town, for an afternoon of entertainment provided by their Slaves, rumors had been abound that the Black Sun himself may even participate.
Carried aloft on a chair fashioned into the shape of the emblem of the Syndicate, the Black Sun sat, ignoring the crowds around him as they bowed their heads, fearful of catching his gaze. Slowly, the procession continued into the Palace, Prince Zerul, remaining stoically silent until the Sydicate would finally be alone within thd confines of the Palace.
OOC - This is a death disabled thread, with PvP disallowed.