Flannigan Mcnash
Mr. Roboto
The Great Jedi Hunt: The next step of the race
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Small scathing light escape your holocron, the small robed man leaping to life with up raised arms, before settling them across his chest.
"Greetings hunters, Jedi and strange figures have been spotted on the lower levels of coruscant. If you lack quarry take yourself there and you may still have a chance of winning, also there will be a droid there broadcasting, it will allow anyone whom asks more information that was unknown before, maybe even the final location."
Courscant
Courscant the city world, ever changes every few minutes on the journey; the lower and mid levels flicking between affluence and poverty. There are streets of up-market stores, smooth black and glass exteriors, fancy names in fancier lettering. The kind of places with perfumed atmospheres made all the more inviting by music and well groomed subservient staff; exchanging their tokens of the upper class life for the swipe of credits. In moments you are passing the run-down pawn shops, the liquor stores and dingy hotels that are about as wide as two bowling lanes. Further down you climb past the drug addled and abused inhabitants, until you reach a long stretch of pavement low rent cantinas to every side of you, and the smell of raw sewage wrenches its way through your nostril cavities.
Your holocron lights up, you are within broadcasting range you may asks your questions or alternatively hunt for Jedi, or anything that peaks your interest.