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Rosh's Rash Decisions (OPEN)

[ I am currently looking for a Jedi Master to train me if anyone is interested]

Corucsant the Universes waste bucket. Its seem the more Rosh put into the city the less he seemed to get out of it. Back stabbers, Thieves, Terrorist you name it, you'll find it in Corucsant. Rosh was on a delivery. It was simple take a data tape to the port and hand it over to the contact. But Rosh knew it wouldn't be that easy, it never was, though he liked to keep a little hope alive, just encase.

The city was crowded, as always, but it was a little more than usual today. Today was the Life Day Parade, Rosh had no interest in such a bland holiday he never celebrated it and didnt plan on doing so anytime soon. Crowds of people pushed and shoved into each other trying to get past to get closer to the celebration. Fireworks raced into the air with a trail of smoke following behind them. The crowds roars could be muted by the sounds of fireworks snapping into the air. The only good thing about the crowds was the back alleyways being empty. Which was great for Rosh. This allowed him to get to his destination faster.

Rosh quickly walked into an alleyway. With a bag on his back caring the data tape he looked up. A pile of poles interlocked and spun around each other pumping who knows what into where. Though it looked complicated Rosh had done this plenty of times and was prepared to do it again. He quickly sprinted. He pushed himself off of the wall grabbing onto a pole. He slowly but surly pulled himself up onto the pole walking on it almost like a balance beam to the others. After jumping between poles he found a service ladder. He quickly climbed up it. Once he reached the top of the building he took a few deep breaths and looked around.
This never gets old
He thought as he saw cars speed through the air above him. Signs floating around dodging traffic. Light turning the city into a star and below him crowds of people celebrating. Rosh let out a quick smile and began to his destination
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Alias: Eric Bo

As much as he wasn't fond of it, sometimes you had to use middle men to get your intel. As a rule, Brent never relied on secondary sources unless he had to, but in this case--he had to.

The agent inspected his charric pistol one last time before slidding the clip in place. It's matt black barrel was pristinely clean and in perfect condition--you know what they said, take care of your gear and it will take care of you. Words he lived by. As Brent tucked it away, concealed under his heavy jacket he thought of another set of words he lived by: trust no one. In a galaxy as dark as this one, on a planet as deranged as this one, with a job as secretive as his--paranoia went a long way to surviving.

Dressed in his all black trench coat and suit, the agent stepped out into the massive city-planet. He took the long route to the drop off point--it took twenty extra minutes, 2 buses, and 3 cabs but it was worth the extra perameters to keep his position on the downlow.

When he reached the filthy club that served as the drop off he sat in the back corner, setting out a small copy of the holobook, "Boloball and You." he was exceptionally fond of sports but it was the call sign for his contact to know he was the buyer.

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