Corellian Marshal
Dhalinar's white cloak flapped in the high winds of Coronet's industrial sector. It was deep into the night, well past midnight and the lights of Corellian industry lit up Coronet Bay like a lifeday tree. Many thought Corellia would slow with the war over but decommissioning Mawite and Imperial vessels and the growing demand for luxury civilian craft fueled the shipyards now. He could spot a few of the new Corell cruisers from his vantage point atop the tower he perched on. It reminded him of the Works on Coruscant but in miniture. But Dhalianr wasn't here to windowshop for his next personal vessel. He turned from the backbone of Corellia's economy and turned to Coronet's Red Light Sector.
It wasn't Corellia's "red light district". By contrast it was zone residential, but only barely qualified. It was a group of slums and low-income housing interspersed with dive bars and warehouses that lined the outside of Corellia's planet-side shipyard operations near Coronet Bay. Common foot gangs ran the streets here in proxy to the Unbroken Clan. They were the real power here. But would they have the lead he needed?
Denon was a hive of scum and villainy. Had been for decades even before Darkwire turned the planet into a chaos pit of crime and vigilanteeism. That crime had always found its way to Corellia, his people were no saints themselves, but Sith artifacts? Even worse, Mawite cult paraphernalia was dangerous and he'd just gotten word that someone had brought it to his home. He turned his macrobinoculars to the warehouse beside "Old Sally's" an old Shipwright's bar. His marks were entering now.
Jill, a low-ranking Lieutenant in the Unbroken Clan and- He blinked. There shouldn't have been two. And why was the second a Yokai? Them and the Unbroken never worked together. He thought they hated one another. His eyes narrowed. What was going on here?
