Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Once upon a time in the Undercity.

IN THE DEPTHS OF THE UNDERBELLY OF CORUSCANT, SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE 2000'S...

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The rain came in waves. Every breath from the downtrodden sent a plume skyward, though it was debatable if what hovered above could really be considered as such. Exhale, inhale, and out comes the condenser rains. Like being washed in the hot breath and excrement of everything the world had to offer, tucked underneath the skin and masticated by all the gears and neon lights. The things that made the world move, the things that moved it, and everything in between.

Kranos loved these rains. Unlike Nadir, it didn’t taste like rocks and moldy bread. It had character and despite the effects it had on the luscious body of his man mane and flowing raven black locks, it was something he had missed. It also came as no surprise that the effect was diminished by the thug standing next to him, holding up an umbrella with a pink kitten laced canopy, a shaft of glowing green composite, and a leopard print handle.

You know what I love?” Kranos stuck out his left hand, placing his calloused index finger over the cleft of the the thugs lips. The man responded with indifference and the slightest undertone of disgust. “Organ donors…” He replied with a chuckle, retracting his hands as he rubbed them together. Careful now, he thought, wouldn’t want to start a fire.

I mean they get those little…” He made a gesture with his hand. “Those little things…” He began snapping his fingers as the thug chimed in. “Identification cards.” Kranos responded with a giggle and a pointed finger. “That’s it! Identification cards...and on the back.” He made a gesture like he was turning over this phantom card, pointing to a spot in the corner where there might have been a symbol.

A heart. Or some organ...something right there. To show that you care.” He shook his head with a smile that spread from ear to ear. “It’s beautiful, really. One day you could be enemies, next day you could be saving your enemies life. It’s amazing.

“Yeah, Boss. Karking beautiful.”

Karking beautiful…” Kranos replied, rubbing his nose. “From the mouth of babes.” He held the pistol up as another downpour hit and he flamboyantly waved the umbrella away. Pulling the slider back, the chromed slugthrower was armed and ready to bark. “Alright...lets make some organ donors.

Leaning forward, he kicked in the door to the Headquarters for a local crime syndicate. Small-time, a thorn in the side for most, and a fruitful expression for the Coruscant Rotary Club. Behind his bloodshot eyes of haunting blue, Kranos decided that today was going to be a wonderful day.

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