The Forgotten One
There was nothing. The feeling of dread filled him, when the Republic came the Sith would have no where left to go. The prophet had been right, the visions of the future were true. The empire he had known was gone, his return from death was only met with the dissatisfaction that his life was in ruins. Again he was to be sent into exile, running from the Jedi and Mandalorians who would hunt him down and kill him without hesitation. But he would not be killed so easily, not this time. Arcturus once again ran, this time he had taken flight into the Corporate Sector Authority, and made his way to Etti IV. Officially the planet belonged still to the crumbling Sith Empire. Yet the area had always been a region of government neglect and corporate corruption. Espos, black armored military police officers, essentially served ad the means of keeping order among the people who suffered at the hands of these galactic elite. Despite being a Sith, Arcturus did everything he could not to cross an Espos, the last thing he wanted was end up in the legendary prison Star's End.
Arcturus's speeder rushed down an empty street. For several minutes he passed through an old industrial area on the outskirts of Mondder. Here most of the factories had been abandoned, and the corporations did not waste money on sending law enforcement to watch property that held no value. The people who lived here were thieves and vagabonds, and Arcturus knew he could handle them. Pulling into an opening of a fenced off lot, the speeder came to a halt. In a black cloak, the Sith hopped down off the speeder and looked at the side of the building. The address was written vertically in big black letters: 6743. This was the place. Pushing open a rusty door the Sith passed through the threshold and into the empty warehouse. Nothing but blackness filled the room, so the Sith reached into his robe and pulled out a glow-stick. Through a few contacts, he was supposed to be meeting another former Sith, a master, at this location. The only name he had been given was @[member="The Burned Man"].
Arcturus's speeder rushed down an empty street. For several minutes he passed through an old industrial area on the outskirts of Mondder. Here most of the factories had been abandoned, and the corporations did not waste money on sending law enforcement to watch property that held no value. The people who lived here were thieves and vagabonds, and Arcturus knew he could handle them. Pulling into an opening of a fenced off lot, the speeder came to a halt. In a black cloak, the Sith hopped down off the speeder and looked at the side of the building. The address was written vertically in big black letters: 6743. This was the place. Pushing open a rusty door the Sith passed through the threshold and into the empty warehouse. Nothing but blackness filled the room, so the Sith reached into his robe and pulled out a glow-stick. Through a few contacts, he was supposed to be meeting another former Sith, a master, at this location. The only name he had been given was @[member="The Burned Man"].
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