Dom'rius Novoxy
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The Works, the industrial sector within Galactic City on the planet of Coruscant. The Works took up a large portion of city, holding a large population of the city's revenue and work force within its bowels. The air held a pecuiliar stench to it, and the skies were fogged with an abudant polution created from the fossil fuels used to power the city. Yet, people still chose to inhabit it, or some were forced. Either way, people still lurked and lingered the alleys and residential district within the sector. Gangs were known for reaping citizens of their hard earned money and pledging the their unloyal protection for a certain price. Smugglers and people of the like seemed to have a certain control over the city, but that's just the way things were done. There was no putting a stop to it, they'd only slow things down for a while. It was population control, after all...
The moons glazed the sky, side-by-side with the putride that lingered between them and the surface of the planet. People filled the streets as it was near time for everyone to carry on from their work within their respective factories and head back to their "humble" abodes. Though in the midst of all the bodies that collided into one another trying to rush their way away from the metal foundations was a small Nautolan. The top his head hardly reaching the shoulder of each bystander that decided that walking in his same path was the thing to do as trying to avoid the collision would only prolong his or her trip home. Time and time again Dom'rius found himself on his rearend and searching for a way to engage his feet back into motion. It was unusual, however, normally he chose to avoid the crowds. Yet, today was different. Today he slammed directly into the opposite direction of the crowds surging his way forward as much as his frail legs could, trying to make his way to end of the residential division.
What was there, you ask? Why lost memories, lost happiness, and a lost man's hopes for surviving in this damned city. That wouldn't play out to plan, though, the man would lose his life after being captured for not paying his dues and debts and soon brought to peace. He'd lose his wife to slaverunners all over the universe, and his son would hastefully run without no remorse. Though, the boy wished his father would know that it was not his fault he was so scared, he just wished to live on. He wished to carry on his father's name. He knew that returning to that place would bring his father peace and keep him from turning over in his grave, as that's the only place Dom'rius could believe him to be. To Dom'rius he was entirely oblivious of what exactly happened to his father; his mother, it was only a simple guess based on common sense. Yet, he still felt the yearn to set things right with him whether there was an afterlife or not.
Continuing to push and shove his nimble body through the large exteriors of the factory works. He was adamant upon not bringing any sort of treasure along with him, including any credits. Fully aware of what dangers lurked in the alleys surrounding him. Yet the vast ocean of life forms continued on for what seemed like miles. Until all of a sudden the loud chatter became distant and the bodies began to fade beyond his eye's view. Now it was just him, making his way to the end of the division try to break loose ends...
The moons glazed the sky, side-by-side with the putride that lingered between them and the surface of the planet. People filled the streets as it was near time for everyone to carry on from their work within their respective factories and head back to their "humble" abodes. Though in the midst of all the bodies that collided into one another trying to rush their way away from the metal foundations was a small Nautolan. The top his head hardly reaching the shoulder of each bystander that decided that walking in his same path was the thing to do as trying to avoid the collision would only prolong his or her trip home. Time and time again Dom'rius found himself on his rearend and searching for a way to engage his feet back into motion. It was unusual, however, normally he chose to avoid the crowds. Yet, today was different. Today he slammed directly into the opposite direction of the crowds surging his way forward as much as his frail legs could, trying to make his way to end of the residential division.
What was there, you ask? Why lost memories, lost happiness, and a lost man's hopes for surviving in this damned city. That wouldn't play out to plan, though, the man would lose his life after being captured for not paying his dues and debts and soon brought to peace. He'd lose his wife to slaverunners all over the universe, and his son would hastefully run without no remorse. Though, the boy wished his father would know that it was not his fault he was so scared, he just wished to live on. He wished to carry on his father's name. He knew that returning to that place would bring his father peace and keep him from turning over in his grave, as that's the only place Dom'rius could believe him to be. To Dom'rius he was entirely oblivious of what exactly happened to his father; his mother, it was only a simple guess based on common sense. Yet, he still felt the yearn to set things right with him whether there was an afterlife or not.
Continuing to push and shove his nimble body through the large exteriors of the factory works. He was adamant upon not bringing any sort of treasure along with him, including any credits. Fully aware of what dangers lurked in the alleys surrounding him. Yet the vast ocean of life forms continued on for what seemed like miles. Until all of a sudden the loud chatter became distant and the bodies began to fade beyond his eye's view. Now it was just him, making his way to the end of the division try to break loose ends...