The Admiralty
It was a quiet night in the understreets of Coruscant, at least as quiet as it could be in such a bustling and dirty place. The usual sounds were there, whores showing their wares, drug-addicts begging for credits and the whispers of the thugs in the alleyways. Once he had called this his home, the whores had been known to him and the thugs had feared him even before his transformation. But that time had long since past, the familiar faces were gone and the streets looked queer to him, almost as if they did not fit the mental image he had in his mind. Walking the route to his old safe-house he noticed how much he had grown in the short time he had been in the Fringe.
And then he had it, it all looked so much smaller than it had in the past. A part of him was saddened because of it, but another part only laughed. He had outgrown this place and that made him feel free, free of all the burdens he once had carried with him. The rest of the trip he walked with a sudden giddy stride and a song on his lips.
But never did he lose his caution, for with all his knowledge even now a dagger between his ribs would be the end of him and the Lord of the Fringe was not planning on dying yet. After a few long minutes he finally arrived at his home, swiftly he entered it and closed the door behind him.
And then he had it, it all looked so much smaller than it had in the past. A part of him was saddened because of it, but another part only laughed. He had outgrown this place and that made him feel free, free of all the burdens he once had carried with him. The rest of the trip he walked with a sudden giddy stride and a song on his lips.
But never did he lose his caution, for with all his knowledge even now a dagger between his ribs would be the end of him and the Lord of the Fringe was not planning on dying yet. After a few long minutes he finally arrived at his home, swiftly he entered it and closed the door behind him.
@[member="Anaya Fen"]