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Contruum had been a battlefield once, though now it was little more than a mass of refugees and ruined cities.
Numerous battles had been fought over this world between the Republic and the One Sith in the recent past. Thought years had come and gone, the world itself retained the scars carved into it during a bloody and fruitless war. Contruum had bled for reasons many had forgotten at that point in the conflict; they only knew of their hatred toward one another. There had been little compassion left for the wayward world and its largely independent inhabitants.
The arrival of a Dominion fleet in the system had not gone unnoticed, though the delegation sent to Contruum was relatively light compared to that of the other worlds nearby. She was known to be a home of rebels and independents, but she had suffered terribly during the war. Membership within the senate was less a question of if and more a question of when.
That was all more or less irrelevant to Cedric. He had come to this world not as a politician, but as an agent of the Dominion as a whole. His vessel had settled down into one of the world's tropical cities that had been hit especially hard during the war. It was here that the Republic had maintained much of its data storage from its intelligence networks, and DSB had it on good word that these networks were still operating.
The only issue with this was the fact that the old Republic bunker had been occupied by a spice lord by the name of Vergin and his brood.
And so Cedric had come quietly, for his mission was one that could not be spoken of. Even his companions were ignorant as to the reasoning behind securing the old republic database, but then they really did not need to know.
Clad in a simple black T-shirt and a hat with CEC's logo emblazoned upon it, Cedric looked like any average citizen. His father's weapon was hidden away in his pants' pocket, and he still wore his utility belt for safety reasons.
The warm tropical air hit him like a brick wall as he strode down the gangplank of the ship they had procured.
"Eugh," his nose wrinkled in distaste, "It's so humid. Like a Hutt's fat folds." He turned to his two companions, [member="Shorarri"] and [member="Judas Foster"], and shook his head. "Welcome to Contruum."
Numerous battles had been fought over this world between the Republic and the One Sith in the recent past. Thought years had come and gone, the world itself retained the scars carved into it during a bloody and fruitless war. Contruum had bled for reasons many had forgotten at that point in the conflict; they only knew of their hatred toward one another. There had been little compassion left for the wayward world and its largely independent inhabitants.
The arrival of a Dominion fleet in the system had not gone unnoticed, though the delegation sent to Contruum was relatively light compared to that of the other worlds nearby. She was known to be a home of rebels and independents, but she had suffered terribly during the war. Membership within the senate was less a question of if and more a question of when.
That was all more or less irrelevant to Cedric. He had come to this world not as a politician, but as an agent of the Dominion as a whole. His vessel had settled down into one of the world's tropical cities that had been hit especially hard during the war. It was here that the Republic had maintained much of its data storage from its intelligence networks, and DSB had it on good word that these networks were still operating.
The only issue with this was the fact that the old Republic bunker had been occupied by a spice lord by the name of Vergin and his brood.
And so Cedric had come quietly, for his mission was one that could not be spoken of. Even his companions were ignorant as to the reasoning behind securing the old republic database, but then they really did not need to know.
Clad in a simple black T-shirt and a hat with CEC's logo emblazoned upon it, Cedric looked like any average citizen. His father's weapon was hidden away in his pants' pocket, and he still wore his utility belt for safety reasons.
The warm tropical air hit him like a brick wall as he strode down the gangplank of the ship they had procured.
"Eugh," his nose wrinkled in distaste, "It's so humid. Like a Hutt's fat folds." He turned to his two companions, [member="Shorarri"] and [member="Judas Foster"], and shook his head. "Welcome to Contruum."