Public Sunday Rain | Denon

[Toby Russen]

Sunday Rain
Denon, Ninth Eye Investigation Bureau
Tags: Open

Ninth Eye Investigation Bureau, YΩ-Experimental "Stealth Boy"
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It was as it was on many afternoons on Denon. Gloomy, wet, and carrying a certain industrial smog kind of smell in the air. One would be pressed to tell day from night down in the depths of Coruscant's little brother. The endless layers of urban density towered into the heavens and beyond sight. When the notion is expressed that many may live and die down here without ever seeing the sun, one would find that to be perfectly believable once they're down in the belly of the beast. That was the sort of environment that Toby Russen knew best. His time on Coruscant had been prematurely ended, what with the Galactic Empire farting about. They seemed rather adverse to those keen on investigation. So naturally, Mr. Nine found himself another sad hole to bury himself in. This one was rife with corporate espionage, home grown terrorism, cyber psychos... the whole nine yards. It was a private eye's paradise.

After finishing up his first few cases on Denon, Toby found himself with some downtime. He was seated at his desk in his office, feet perched on the edge as he leaned back. A cup of piping hot caf was placed on a coaster to the right edge of the desk, and in his mouth was a fruit-flavored lollipop. His resolution to kick his sugar addiction when he moved office had been a complete failure.

Between the gloom and the rain, one would surely expect anyone in a place like Denon's underbelly to be miserable. Not Mr. Nine. Toby could smell the opportunity in the air. The wind that wafted through the winding labyrinth of the undercity carried the songs of adventure and intrigue with them. They spoke a promise, that all good things came to those who waited. And so, the private eye waited there at his desk, unsure of who might pass through his doors. He'd be ready and willing to tackle whatever was thrown his way...

So long as they had the credits.