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((OOC: Welcome all. Please check the OOC thread located here to find out whether or not the thread is still open and what's going on with it. Also, people who have already posted in the interest check, go ahead and read the OOC before you reply here.
Credit for the opening quote to R. Scott Bakker and his Second Apocalypse fantasy series.))
Credit for the opening quote to R. Scott Bakker and his Second Apocalypse fantasy series.))
RYLL TALK
RYLOTH ARC I
TRUTH AND HOPE ARE LIKE TRAVELERS IN CONTRARY DIRECTIONS. THEY MEET BUT ONCE IN ANY MAN'S LIFE.
- Rylothan proverb
THE SPICE DREAMER
RYLOTH ARC I
TRUTH AND HOPE ARE LIKE TRAVELERS IN CONTRARY DIRECTIONS. THEY MEET BUT ONCE IN ANY MAN'S LIFE.
- Rylothan proverb
THE SPICE DREAMER
Half a heartbeat's hyperspace jump from Ryloth herself, the Spice Dreamer is a popular waypoint for much of the scum and villainy that makes its way through the Outer Rim. Smuggler's Run is still just a rumor to any spacer not worth his salt, which means that most of the people on Old Spice are tougher than rancor leather. The tension in any given cantina is so thick you could cut the air with a vibroknife at all times. Seething beneath the surface, there's an unmistakable energy here, like barely restrained violence. You see figures from all walks of life on the streets of the spaceport's dimly lit streets, from down on their luck Bith musicians to Sullustan mercantile princes celebrating their coming of age. Glancing out any viewport, however, the void is deep and dark around the shadowport, unceasing except for the occasional silhouette of an asteroid trundling past far, far away out in the emptiness. Feels like some of that void has crept inside. Lives are cheaper than half a hit of ryll in here.
The different local pirate factions vie for control over the Spice Dreamer, a council of their captains governing the space station and ensuring it doesn't fall into chaos. The rough alliances and coalitions they form reproduce and die overnight; it only takes an overly harsh word to bring blasters to bare. Yet tensions weren't always so high on the shadowport: a couple of old timers and the captains themselves can remember the days back when Old Spice was an idyllic oasis for smugglers to rest their feet between runs... the change came when a notorious crimelord from Ryloth brought his slave trade to the station. Cicero's notorious reputation for cruelty fell short of reality - the Devaronian has spilled a great deal of blood on the Spice Dreamer, blood in contracts and over them, blood that begets more blood in a ceaseless tide.
Cicero is not a popular man, but he is a powerful one. He makes his power known thorough the fear he inspires in all beneath him. When the Devaronian first arrived, after a brief altercation with one of the captains who insisted the Spice Dreamer not be reduced to his private slave barge, Cicero murdered the man without hesitation. There could be no question, a war should have been declared instantly. The captain's men should have damned Cicero and swore revenge, marched into his quarters and cut his tongue from his mouth and peeled the flesh from his skull, but instead they quietly folded beneath the pressure of Cicero's unspoken statement. Some even changed their colors, feeding into his growing taskforce of thug enforcers. Before long, Cicero's cutthroats privately cajoled nearly every merchant on the station into paying them a protection tariff for their continued "friendship." However, Cicero's rule is not a stable one, and lesser slavers crop up managing the different limbs of his vast operation, cannibalizing each other in constant infighting over power. Nonetheless, Cicero perseveres at the head of the serpent.
Thus the current, quiet power struggle that is the cause for so much of the unrest on the Spice Dreamer's decks: the Council of Captains and their waning rule on one side of the credit chit, Cicero's bloodthirsty slaver regime on the other. Both sides struggle to consolidate those last few scraps of power that might ensure victory over the other. Only time will tell which faction will devour its enemy to become the ruling class of the lonely shadowport at the mouth of Death Wind Corridor, even as they scream their battle cries at one another...
But is anyone really listening?
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