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Sato-san runs in to a very special somebody...
Fondor, 8:00 PM
Once again, the Hidden Dragon found herself among the cities of the industrial world of Fondor. It was night time now, and the light rainfall and bright lights added a touch of beauty and glamour to the ugly planet. Factory workers had gone home for the evening, and the poverty of the industrial planet was painted in a layer of silver glitter. Spice dealers, thieves and street walkers prowled the evening while they pursued their criminal activities under the cover of dark. Tall, grisly apartment complexes rose high and if Satoryu looked very closely, she could see the inhabitants. A light and misty spot of rain dampened her face and hair, and illuminated the reflection of the lights.
The Assassin had been sent to Fonder in pursuit of a Jedi who had been living there in hiding. The last series of days she had been living on the planet chasing after this fugitive. Satoryu was chasing no more. The Knight had been prepared and armed, but the Crusader had collected his head. The duel had destroyed two whole floors of an apartment building, and now the young Sith was tired and hungry. The marketplace was still open, which was where Satoryu found herself just now. The tables were laden with things like ship models and Imperial memorabilia, including a few with cheap Sith robe look-a-likes. Satoryu thought about how her sister would like it here. It was certainly Satsuki's kind of world; the industrial metropolis, all the ship parts she could buy.
Her hair was worn in two long pigtails which hung down over her chest. The uneven section of hair which usually fell down across her face had been brushed neatly behind her ears, each pierced with a tiny ruby stud. There was still the subtle remnants of blood and gore on Satoryu's otherwise pristine and neat robes. She casually held her saberstaff across her shoulder as she peered across the table of goods. A heavy sigh escaped Satoryu's lips as she lifted her head and look onward at the crowds of people. They were impoverished and worthless, but Satoryu could bet that they were not as lonely as her.
Satoryu's last trip to Fondor had her in search of recruits for the Sith Order, and she had acquired a young apprentice named Rayel. It was a suitable place to look in her opinion. There was enough poverty and crime to produce some truly tragic and broken Force sensitives, seething with despair and plenty of useful negative emotion. She wondered if she should take the time to hunt for new recruits again, as she looked at the crowds and tried to dissect each individual story of every person. Who were they? Where did they come from and where were they going now? Satoryu knew better than most that the strangest of tales could abound from the most unlikely person.
Fondor, 8:00 PM
Once again, the Hidden Dragon found herself among the cities of the industrial world of Fondor. It was night time now, and the light rainfall and bright lights added a touch of beauty and glamour to the ugly planet. Factory workers had gone home for the evening, and the poverty of the industrial planet was painted in a layer of silver glitter. Spice dealers, thieves and street walkers prowled the evening while they pursued their criminal activities under the cover of dark. Tall, grisly apartment complexes rose high and if Satoryu looked very closely, she could see the inhabitants. A light and misty spot of rain dampened her face and hair, and illuminated the reflection of the lights.
The Assassin had been sent to Fonder in pursuit of a Jedi who had been living there in hiding. The last series of days she had been living on the planet chasing after this fugitive. Satoryu was chasing no more. The Knight had been prepared and armed, but the Crusader had collected his head. The duel had destroyed two whole floors of an apartment building, and now the young Sith was tired and hungry. The marketplace was still open, which was where Satoryu found herself just now. The tables were laden with things like ship models and Imperial memorabilia, including a few with cheap Sith robe look-a-likes. Satoryu thought about how her sister would like it here. It was certainly Satsuki's kind of world; the industrial metropolis, all the ship parts she could buy.
Her hair was worn in two long pigtails which hung down over her chest. The uneven section of hair which usually fell down across her face had been brushed neatly behind her ears, each pierced with a tiny ruby stud. There was still the subtle remnants of blood and gore on Satoryu's otherwise pristine and neat robes. She casually held her saberstaff across her shoulder as she peered across the table of goods. A heavy sigh escaped Satoryu's lips as she lifted her head and look onward at the crowds of people. They were impoverished and worthless, but Satoryu could bet that they were not as lonely as her.
Satoryu's last trip to Fondor had her in search of recruits for the Sith Order, and she had acquired a young apprentice named Rayel. It was a suitable place to look in her opinion. There was enough poverty and crime to produce some truly tragic and broken Force sensitives, seething with despair and plenty of useful negative emotion. She wondered if she should take the time to hunt for new recruits again, as she looked at the crowds and tried to dissect each individual story of every person. Who were they? Where did they come from and where were they going now? Satoryu knew better than most that the strangest of tales could abound from the most unlikely person.
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