Repentia: The Brave, and the Bold

[Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn]

Introduction​

The streets of Repentia were crowded to say the least, the walkways had never known pause for those who stopped were simply trampled so that others may reach their destination with not a second wasted. In dark alleys individuals were shook down for their belongings or even their lives should one unfortunate soul finds his finger to be a bit twitchy. Armed patrols flew over the crowds with their heavy weapons plain for all to see. Sentry towers littered main streets constantly spouting directions from large speakers at their base. This was a city that had never known silence, a sign of it's prospering. This prosperity has attracted many ambitious souls to the urban playground, some simply unprepared for the harsh lifestyle of the inhabitants and their extreme distrust of outsiders. However those with wealth, intelligence, but most importantly, strength could find rich lives, or simply refugee. The colosseums, markets, and schools are what we offer, the rest you must earn.​

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The Club​

Armed thugs circled the temple like club with their eyes keen and their fingers on the trigger. The club had been a hotspot for gang activity, this was known to the people, and simply accepted. These were no ordinary goons, they were on the royal payroll. Today they had stepped up their security as to guard their employer through any means necessary. ​

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The interior of the club had many levels, each contained different sorts of patrons and entertainment. Music blared, shaking the walls violently as the bass hit. Lights strobed harshly to the point of being seizure-inducing. In the darkness scum crawled, and where scum crawled under the table deals took place. No dredges of society were even allowed to breathe near such a marvel, instead the well-off of Wall Repentia, and even the inner-most walls gathered here, however no member of society who had come today was as important as HE.​

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One room had stood alone in it's serenity. Inside of this room the rumble of the bass and the sharp tones of the music outside were completely muted. A single black tinted glass panel overlooked the largest of dance floors, with an island bar at it's center. Looking through this window Gabriel had found himself parched. He waved off a soldier of his to retrieve a drink from a personal bar within the room. He had come to watch his people play, to observe their joy..but most importantly, their weaknesses, their deals and more. An expression of satisfaction was common on Gabriel's face in this environment.​

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Today he had not only come to enjoy himself, instead he sought business opportunities. All who had something to offer were welcome, but should their offer be found wanting, there was no telling how the Prince would react to his time being wasted.​

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[Destroyer 2873]

Destroyer 2873 was on the hunt for his most recent employer. Manevoring through the crouded street he was busy talking to himself again as his tactical droid brain attemped to work out another conflict with his combat oriented one.

"You did read the mission breafing, correct?" the neural tactical voice asked condecendingly.
"Yeah, yeah... something about an internal rebelion on a Confederate allied world," the gritty combat voice replied, "and as contracted soldiers we have been tasked with quelling the dissent. I still think that we are wasting our time here."
"As contracted soldiers, it is our duty to follow through with our employer's obligations. Besides, I thought that you wanted to get into a fight."
"Yes, on the front lines. The rush of an actual battle, not knocking on doors with a warrant on behalf of people who could handle it themselves."
"We have only seen parts of a major city, there is most likely unrest elsewhere on the planet that constitute our services."
"This all seems to stable! If there truly was a rebel crisis, the population would be mobilizing to fight that."
"We have only seen parts of a major city, there is most likely unrest elsewhere on the planet that constitute our services."
"There you go again, repeating yourself! You have a serious problem with that."
"I only repeat myself because you never listen, you always have your mental processors focused on the next battle rather than..."
"Oh look, were here." the gritty voice interrupted, not wanting to hear another scolding from his other half.

The droideka looked towards the building he was scheduled to meet the planetary governor at. It appeared like a religious building of some kind but the sights and sounds of bright lights and loud music gave it away as a night club.

"I am noting high levels of guard activity. Looks like they are utilizing military grade weaponry. I detect that there is a 89.59% chance that this is where the planetary monarch is residing. I also detect a 37.4973% chance that this could be a possible trap." the neutral voice said, seemingly ignoring the argument that was just raging on.
"Noted, shield generators will remain on standby. Proceeding with caution."

Entering the club, Destroyer 2873 pushed his way through the throngs of partying humans looking for his current employer, hoping his obviously out of place appearance would attract his attention.

[member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn"]