Catalys Maijora
Executor
One thing about having a galaxy full of countless worlds is that there's no shortage of Junk. With trillions upon trillions of souls inhabiting the galaxy, you can bet your credits that they've thrown away tenfold more of their stuff. In fact; there were worlds dedicated entirely to carrying junk--dangerous places, places that Catalys avoided.
Yet one junk outpost was known for having particularly good pickings. Namely because it was so far out of the way from the core that no one bothered to travel there. Deep within Wild Space, and just outside the former territory that once held the Primeval's religious empire was Neelgaimon. The world is known for its sand mines, but those who've spent time in these parts of space also know that it's home to a junkyard located around an abandoned mining colony.
Catalys' Caisson-class transport touched down on the desert world, finding itself in a makeshift port and surrounded by numerous vessels. Most travelers were junk dealers, smugglers, or refugees. You either came here to trade, hide, or find work. In the case of this agent, it was the former most option.
The One Sith were looking for technology, and due to the unfortunate events surrounding the Gulag Plague, much of the galaxy's technology fell behind. Yet if you wanted to find leftovers from the eras before that, you had to dig deep. Well... Not too deep. For those wiser, they know that ignorant salvagers often throw away the old technologies because they assume they're... Well; junk.
Catalys hoped he could find what he was looking for in time. Because the Sith fleet lurking above wasn't going to wait around for him, and he certainly didn't want to insult his new new allies, or the dark masters which led them.
[member="Sinistra"]
Yet one junk outpost was known for having particularly good pickings. Namely because it was so far out of the way from the core that no one bothered to travel there. Deep within Wild Space, and just outside the former territory that once held the Primeval's religious empire was Neelgaimon. The world is known for its sand mines, but those who've spent time in these parts of space also know that it's home to a junkyard located around an abandoned mining colony.
Catalys' Caisson-class transport touched down on the desert world, finding itself in a makeshift port and surrounded by numerous vessels. Most travelers were junk dealers, smugglers, or refugees. You either came here to trade, hide, or find work. In the case of this agent, it was the former most option.
The One Sith were looking for technology, and due to the unfortunate events surrounding the Gulag Plague, much of the galaxy's technology fell behind. Yet if you wanted to find leftovers from the eras before that, you had to dig deep. Well... Not too deep. For those wiser, they know that ignorant salvagers often throw away the old technologies because they assume they're... Well; junk.
Catalys hoped he could find what he was looking for in time. Because the Sith fleet lurking above wasn't going to wait around for him, and he certainly didn't want to insult his new new allies, or the dark masters which led them.
[member="Sinistra"]