Ra Vizsla
The Undying
Coruscant
The Underworld
Wearing a white cloak, Tsavong sat in the middle of the street, arms stretched out to his knees in a sitting stance of meditation and thought. Men and women of all walks of life stepped around him, the busy streets of the Underworld bustling with merchants and criminals alike. It was not the strangest sight to behold; fanatics had been known to protest the criminal underbelly of Coruscant in hopes of transforming the populace into something more than what it was. Yet most religious escapades had failed, for as Artemis Obauldi knew, no matter what year it was the Underworld would persevere. Yet this was his calling.Artemis needed men, women, no matter the cost, no matter the fiber. Should he accomplish his mission, a mission that would start right here on Coruscant - he would need soldiers. Soldiers of the faith. And here he sat, meditating, awaiting his faith to reward him.
No matter the cost.
No matter the time.
No matter the who.
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