Eternal Underworld

[Phoebus]

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Eternal Underworld
Eclipsing the Sun

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Chapter I: The Start of a New Rule

The Underworld of Coruscant was undying and unchanging with each passing of hands and arms above them. Regardless of those at the surface who purported their 'rule' over the planet, the true owners of the planet belonged in the depths on the Underworld.

Phoebus originally planned on establishing and expanding illicit operations within the lawless mechanical wilderness of the Undercity of Taris, but with the fall of the One Sith and the new governance of the Galactic Alliance on Coruscant, she felt compelled to prepare for the future rise of the Sith on Coruscant once again.

Several points of interests lied within Coruscant. First, there were many inhabitants of Coruscant and of those, many whom no one would care if went missing. Refining the life essence of the inhabitants of Coruscant, she would be able to fuel her witchcraft, exponentially increasing the potency and efficiency of her finished talismans, trinkets, and tokens. Second, Phoebus wished to explore the ancient and forgotten ruins from the planet's prehistory to perhaps find relics of the past that would be useful to her endeavors. And finally, the Cthons of the lowest levels of the Coruscant underworld were of some interest; Phoebus hoped they would prove to be valuable specimens.

Clueless to the specific machinations and inner workings of Coruscant, Phoebus reached out to mercenary [member="Marcus Itera"] for a partnership in her endeavors within the Underworld...

 

[Marcus Itera]

"Ah. The fresh air of the Coruscanti underworld." Marcus exclaimed, following his outburst with a long drag of his cigarra. "Ain't been here in a hot minute, Miranda. Go ahead and check social media stuff, see if some of my family is still around. Might hafta pay 'em a visit when I get finished with business."

"Will do, and stop doing that. People are looking at us. Well, you, I mean." The AI responded cautiously.

But Marcus paid her no heed. This was his turf, or well, it used to be. A childhood spent here on Coruscant had seen he along with countless other friends venture into the lower levels of this urban sprawl to discover what lay within this duracrete jungle. Many teenage excursions had involved drug and alcohol use, though a few of them saw the kids travel into the deepest and darkest sectors of this forgotten realm. He'd nearly lost a friend that day, but thank god some local swoop gang jumped in as that hive rat noticed the teens.

"Anyways," the mercenary jammed his hands into his jacket pockets, "Where did that lady say she wanted to meet me? Sure hope it wasn't some back alley or whatever. I really don't feel like getting jumped today." The man lovingly patted his holstered sidearm, puffing smoke out of his nostrils all the while.

"She never said, but I can tell her to meet us in a location of your choosing."

He liked the sound of that.

"Alright. Tell her to meet me at the Outlander Club, probably the second level where all of the good lookin' girls are."

[member="Phoebus"]

 

[Phoebus]

[member="Marcus Itera"]

Receiving a notification for a meet-up, Phoebus casually strolled over an establishment called the Outlander Club. Not quite looking forward to entering any establishment, she found that the discomfort was worth the necessity of meeting with Mr. Itera. Not liking the polluted air of Coruscant, Phoebus was wearing a breathing mask and a complementing sealed environmental suit that was hidden by her robe.

The entire environment reminded her of the perverse strongholds of one of the rogue Sith Acolytes she encountered during her time as an agent of the One Sith. Sparing the details of what the Sith Acolyte was doing in those dungeons, she felt the same disgust now as she did back then.

Entering the Outlander Club, Phoebus was immediately disgusted by the mix of filth and noxious fumes that flooded her even filtered sense of smell. Raising her robe to cover her mouth in disgust, Phoebus proceeded to the second level. The air was pervaded with the disgusting smell of cheap perfume and of sweat and other bodily fluids. Spotting a person matching [member="Marcus Itera"]'s physical description, Phoebus quickly walked over and hoped to end the meeting quickly.

 

[Marcus Itera]

The air hung thick with cigarra and hookah smoke, along with whatever other herbs and spices the patrons sparked up. It was a fairly enjoyable concoction of fruity smelling vapor that almost made the old mercenary's head spin. So there he awaited his possible business partner, his legs spread wide while an assortment of exotic dancers entertained him as best as they could for whatever handful of credits he dared to send flying their way. It was quite the show, in all honesty.

"She's here." Miranda reported.

With the wave of a hand, Marcus dismissed his dancers before setting his gaze on the robed figure approaching him.

"I assuming you're looking for me." He blew some smoke at her. "Have a seat."

[member="Phoebus"]