coruscant, the business hub of the world, center of trade, commerce, and the home of the Jedi Order... the prophet hated the planet. So full of men and women wasting their lives living lies forged by money, fame, and power... disgusting.... The prophet had left Dantooine suddenly, because he had felt something, vibrating, and pulsing from this planet, something familiar, but sinister and vile.
in otherwords, a traitor.
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*the prophet walked through the streets of coruscant, the lower city, beneath the rubble and demolition of the upper city, where the refuse of the bustling planet gathered, there were countless gangs, and probally even a cult or two, but other than that, the undercity was full of pathetic beggars. the prophet, with his hood pulled down over his face, walks slowly through the crowded streets, which were full of not people, but garbage, litter, and pieces of wrecked skycars and fallen buildings of wars long past that were fought on the surface of Coruscant. one such building was the Original Coruscant Military Command Center, which was at one time a Jedi Enclave, before another was built in its place. The Military Command Center was deserted for the longest time, mainly because noone could open it. the massive doors were sealed shut, and the windows that were broken out had been blocked with heavy bookcases, building debris, or skycar wreckage. it had seemed as if the command Center would never have been opened again, until the last prophet had appeared to a group of dark jedi, who had recently fallen. he spoke to them about the deeper powers of the darkside, and how he could train them in the arts of the Dark Side of the Force. the Prophet used his powers to open the Center, and after the corpses within were cleared out, the bunker served as a perfect dark jedi Enclave, and the best part of all was that the never knew they were there... It is this Command center that the prophet was heading to, for it was the enclave that was producing these pulsations in the force...*
in otherwords, a traitor.
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*the prophet walked through the streets of coruscant, the lower city, beneath the rubble and demolition of the upper city, where the refuse of the bustling planet gathered, there were countless gangs, and probally even a cult or two, but other than that, the undercity was full of pathetic beggars. the prophet, with his hood pulled down over his face, walks slowly through the crowded streets, which were full of not people, but garbage, litter, and pieces of wrecked skycars and fallen buildings of wars long past that were fought on the surface of Coruscant. one such building was the Original Coruscant Military Command Center, which was at one time a Jedi Enclave, before another was built in its place. The Military Command Center was deserted for the longest time, mainly because noone could open it. the massive doors were sealed shut, and the windows that were broken out had been blocked with heavy bookcases, building debris, or skycar wreckage. it had seemed as if the command Center would never have been opened again, until the last prophet had appeared to a group of dark jedi, who had recently fallen. he spoke to them about the deeper powers of the darkside, and how he could train them in the arts of the Dark Side of the Force. the Prophet used his powers to open the Center, and after the corpses within were cleared out, the bunker served as a perfect dark jedi Enclave, and the best part of all was that the never knew they were there... It is this Command center that the prophet was heading to, for it was the enclave that was producing these pulsations in the force...*