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CORUSCANT - LEVEL 1312
Deep below the surface of Coruscant lie many, many deep levels reaching ridiculous depths. On many of these levels are abandoned buildings ranging from homes to ancient political offices, most home to criminals and scoundrels. On level 1312, an old forgotten weapons manufacturer had housed a factory, of which had been abandoned only a few decades later.
It had been near two months since Tolt'orr had left on his important mission, and returning to Coruscant had been the only thing he really desired. The entire ordeal had left him phased, shocked, made his think about himself and his future for the first time in a long time. Hobbling down the narrow streets, he made his way through the lower layers of the under city and ignored shady figures he would have normally not cared about. The factory in sight, he felt relief and even a small bit of joy, glad that he could return alive. He pushed open the creaky rusted door, of which replaced the mechanical door since the power had been cut from it. Inside he could feel the absence of several items. Damn looters. He thought as he noticed his master's saber was not present in the nearby area.
But filling the absence was Tolt'orr. A strong Dark Side presence emanated from Tolt'orr as it followed him from the incident weeks prior. It had shaken him. He thought back to that day. He had killed the Jedi that attacked him. The Jedi...he killed him. But, it was self defense! The Jedi had lured him into a trap to try and kill him, and he did what he had to in order to survive. But why was he still alive? By all means he should have died in the explosion. He should be dead like the Jedi was. But there he stood, having lost only his jaw and left arm. Why was he alive, though? The explosion didn't kill him, the Jedi couldn't kill him. He had caused the Jedi to attack him, hadn't he? He brought it upon him by killing without remorse. Killing for money as a sellsaber, killing for his master as a Sith. Killing without regret, without emotion. Innocent lives...ended for cash and appeasement. So many lives, taken. His mother would have been disappointed in him. And then reality hit him. He was a stone cold killer, not the son of his mother.
So many lives ended by his hand and he knew it now. Like a flood, the emotions rolled over him. Regret, sadness, realization, self loathing, it was too much for the man and he collapsed to his hands and knees, and he shed tears. Tears of sorrow for his mother, tears of regret for what he had done, and all of it fueled his aura in the force. He was a great big ball of instability.
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