Born Sinner
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Tulan Kor, back from the dead.
The Alliance had it's back against the wall.
Again.
There were no Empires to save him. Again.
There were no forces to fight his fight for him anymore.
He was again, right where he started.
Coruscant.
Where everything happened, everything revolved around. The galaxy lived and breathed through Coruscant. Every nerf herder in the galaxy that wanted to be somebody wanted to be on Coruscant. Wanted to have it. Wanted to be on it. Billions and billions of people, all in one grotesque, gigantic, overblown city.
Coruscant.
Where everything happened, everything revolved around. The galaxy lived and breathed through Coruscant. Every nerf herder in the galaxy that wanted to be somebody wanted to be on Coruscant. Wanted to have it. Wanted to be on it. Billions and billions of people, all in one grotesque, gigantic, overblown city.
Which is precisely why
Setter Ryburn
made this hideout all those years ago. The Shed was a secret that was forgotten, like a lot of the Coruscant underbelly. Warehouses full of gear, weapon depots lay forgotten, you name it, it came and went and was forgotten about three times before being remembered on Coruscant. Overhead, there was the screeching of passing speeders and ships, ferrying people and cargo from one skyline, from one level to the next.The Shed was posted between two giant turbolifts, and while there wasn't much sound from them, they did shake the place somewhat when they activated every once and a while. Tulan had picked it for a reason, it was secretive, it was appropriate, and most importantly- he missed it.
He had gathered everybody that was somebody, or that wanted to be somebody, or was somebody's somebody, or more importantly, is somebody. He himself was in the "was" category of somebody. He was approaching 60, and this would probably be his last fight. But Coruscant was too important to let the Sith come and take it. They swept in on Tython, taking back what he had killed and bled for so hard. So Tulan did the only appropriate thing, and really the only thing he knew how-
He went rogue, he went off the deep end, and he went behind everyone's backs to make a decision.
His decision wasn't overtly complicated, but it had overt complications if it went wrong. He was facing the wall, looking at the Razor team logo, along with the fading Havoc Squad symbol painted on the wall by Setter himself. He ran a hand over the wall, his scarred face unable to show much emotion.
The Alliance was desperate, and it needed help. They would never admit it, but the Senate was in Chaos, the Defense Force was fractured in response, somewhat. Some wanted to fight tooth and nail, others wanted a tactical victory. Others wanted to setup a guerilla-esque campaign. Tulan wasn't a fool. The Alliance was desperate. And desperate times, called for desperate measures.
Tulan understood the value of the criminality of the galaxy better than a lot. A few Jedi, Defense Forces, some of them had this silly worldview that all of criminality was bad or useless or even harmful. But the last time he was on Coruscant, he was helped by the criminal underworld. In reality, the criminal underworld was not really an underworld. It was a business, a large, business that provided a service that people wanted and sometimes needed. Information, goods, moving people in and out sneaky-like, you needed something, it wasn't allowed, someone had it or did it.
And business was part of the reason that Coruscant was where it was. The Senate, the Alliance, sure, they had their claim of Coruscant, but the truth of the matter was a hundred levels below the Senate, nobody gave two shits about a Senate vote, a referendum, or who's temple was who's. Jedi, Sith, Alliance, Empire, it didn't matter. A flag on Coruscant just blocked out the sun when you were that deep below the surface.
But this kind of attack was bad for business. Bad for profits, bad for margins. For everyone. Everyone had a vested interest in keeping Coruscant spinning, and people who could use their minds to wipe a planet, or worse, crack it like they tried to with Tython.
So, he did a sensible thing.
He asked them for a meeting.
He ran his hand over the emblem as more gathered, taking in a deep breath. He wouldn't say anything yet- he'd just let them all come in, and see who answered, who came, and who wanted to make sure their ugly little planet kept spinning.
"Hopefully this works..."
He said quietly to himself, looking at the Havoc squad emblem layered on the wall. He wondered who else would show, from the Alliance or otherwise.
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