Nar Shaddaa, Slums
Fighting crime on Nar Shaddaa was like trying to extinguish a wildfire with your own spit. Doing it alone without any form of backup was a recipe for suicide and only someone with heavily issues would be both brave and idiotic enough to even try it. That was why Alev had decided to leave Coruscant for a while, to fight a problem that made the Coruscant Underworld into a small inconvenience in comparison. It wasn't like anyone at home would miss him, or even remember who he was.
In a dark, empty ally the young man reached for the heavy bag that he carried with him. Unseen from any eyes he opened his back and began to put on his dark armor. Before descending the helmet down on his head, he reached inside of the bag another time and pulled out a photo, as he did every time before taking up the role of Blank and fighting everyone who wronged the innocent. With teary eyes the man lifted the photo to his lips, whispering a near silent "I love you" before placing it in small deposit inside of his helmet. Then the metal object moved over his face. Alev was gone, and Blank was there to bring justice to this rotten world.
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On Coruscant you sometimes had to search for a crime if you wanted to deliver punishment. Here on the other hand crime ruled every street and every corner. Nar Shaddaa was broken from his core up to the peak of the highest tower. Scum and thugs waited everywhere, jumping, hurting and sometimes even killing everyone unlucky enough to cross their path. But today would be a bad day for that kind of people.
It took him mere minutes to pick a fight. Only a few blocks away from the place where he had suited up he was able to witness the first of many injustices that happend around him. A giant of a zabrak entered a small liquor shop and aimed a blaster at the owner. The alien growled words, more like an animal than an actual sentient person.
"Give money."
The brutish creature hammered down his claw like hand on the counter, while the owner nervously began to collect the money for the robber. That was Blank's cue. Quickly he pushed into the shop, his right reaching for a nearby bottle of booze. Before the Zabrak found the time to interprete the sound of footsteps behind him and what they meant for his attempt to make a few quick bucks the glass shattered on the horns of his head.
Yet other than Blank had anticipated, the brute didn't dropped to the ground. Instead he stumbled around for a short moment, before turning around and delivering a blow against his attackers chest. The momentum of the hit was enough to send Blank backwards, first stumbling then falling. Then a shoot could be heard, as the owner pulled the trigger on the shotgun he had kept hidden below the counter. The projectiles had been fired into the air, but now the weapon was aimed at the two fighters.
"Get the hell outta here. Both of you."
Without another word the Zabrak stormed out, only letting out a frustrated, animalistic grunt. Blank tired to follow, but he was still in a daze from the hit he had taken. The armored figure stumbled out onto the streets.
Fighting crime on Nar Shaddaa was like trying to extinguish a wildfire with your own spit. Doing it alone without any form of backup was a recipe for suicide and only someone with heavily issues would be both brave and idiotic enough to even try it. That was why Alev had decided to leave Coruscant for a while, to fight a problem that made the Coruscant Underworld into a small inconvenience in comparison. It wasn't like anyone at home would miss him, or even remember who he was.
In a dark, empty ally the young man reached for the heavy bag that he carried with him. Unseen from any eyes he opened his back and began to put on his dark armor. Before descending the helmet down on his head, he reached inside of the bag another time and pulled out a photo, as he did every time before taking up the role of Blank and fighting everyone who wronged the innocent. With teary eyes the man lifted the photo to his lips, whispering a near silent "I love you" before placing it in small deposit inside of his helmet. Then the metal object moved over his face. Alev was gone, and Blank was there to bring justice to this rotten world.
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On Coruscant you sometimes had to search for a crime if you wanted to deliver punishment. Here on the other hand crime ruled every street and every corner. Nar Shaddaa was broken from his core up to the peak of the highest tower. Scum and thugs waited everywhere, jumping, hurting and sometimes even killing everyone unlucky enough to cross their path. But today would be a bad day for that kind of people.
It took him mere minutes to pick a fight. Only a few blocks away from the place where he had suited up he was able to witness the first of many injustices that happend around him. A giant of a zabrak entered a small liquor shop and aimed a blaster at the owner. The alien growled words, more like an animal than an actual sentient person.
"Give money."
The brutish creature hammered down his claw like hand on the counter, while the owner nervously began to collect the money for the robber. That was Blank's cue. Quickly he pushed into the shop, his right reaching for a nearby bottle of booze. Before the Zabrak found the time to interprete the sound of footsteps behind him and what they meant for his attempt to make a few quick bucks the glass shattered on the horns of his head.
Yet other than Blank had anticipated, the brute didn't dropped to the ground. Instead he stumbled around for a short moment, before turning around and delivering a blow against his attackers chest. The momentum of the hit was enough to send Blank backwards, first stumbling then falling. Then a shoot could be heard, as the owner pulled the trigger on the shotgun he had kept hidden below the counter. The projectiles had been fired into the air, but now the weapon was aimed at the two fighters.
"Get the hell outta here. Both of you."
Without another word the Zabrak stormed out, only letting out a frustrated, animalistic grunt. Blank tired to follow, but he was still in a daze from the hit he had taken. The armored figure stumbled out onto the streets.