Krasnaya Xue
Red Snow
RAV-001 Home One flashed into the system, Admiral Krasnaya Xue at the command and some rather important Alliance representatives aboard. Several frigates began popping into realspace around them, some tugging large segments of a disassembled structure. The were aimed for that parched world before them, one that only knew either an eternal day or an eternal night.
Ryloth was a world far renown for its questionable--and sometimes, not even--traditions and culture. The people here were known to be open; conniving perhaps--but still open to strangers. Infamous for its export of slaves and ryll spice, the rather unique world was a hive of rebellion. But it was not the rebellion the Alliance had in mind.
These people had seen the pinnacle of their society's improvement, only to have all chaos break loose as the life strands of the galaxy had been snapped in an instant. People had disappeared, and so had order. Those who hid in the shadows saw an opportunity, and they quickly took advantage and helped to spiral the twi'lek population back to a horrid, anarchic depravity.
No, none could afford to sell away their children to the remote parts of the galaxy with only a fraction of the population remaining. But slavery indeed came in another form. The smell of grime, spice, and blood was in the air. Ryloth had approached a dark age. Ryll was king, and all were servants to it as their lives withered away in the mines.
But now the Rebel Alliance was here.
"Benefactor Temi, we have arrived in-system."
[member="Armand Temi"]
Ryloth was a world far renown for its questionable--and sometimes, not even--traditions and culture. The people here were known to be open; conniving perhaps--but still open to strangers. Infamous for its export of slaves and ryll spice, the rather unique world was a hive of rebellion. But it was not the rebellion the Alliance had in mind.
These people had seen the pinnacle of their society's improvement, only to have all chaos break loose as the life strands of the galaxy had been snapped in an instant. People had disappeared, and so had order. Those who hid in the shadows saw an opportunity, and they quickly took advantage and helped to spiral the twi'lek population back to a horrid, anarchic depravity.
No, none could afford to sell away their children to the remote parts of the galaxy with only a fraction of the population remaining. But slavery indeed came in another form. The smell of grime, spice, and blood was in the air. Ryloth had approached a dark age. Ryll was king, and all were servants to it as their lives withered away in the mines.
But now the Rebel Alliance was here.
"Benefactor Temi, we have arrived in-system."
[member="Armand Temi"]