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The Breadcrumb Trail [PST for Invititation]

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The visage of the world sunk into Cen Tessek like a greased nail, the shock of the sight riling up some unkempt emotion that bubbled and foamed beneath the surface without an explicable method to vent it in either voice or expression. Vividly forested peaks of the sharp and bony mountains pierced the vast sea of low-hanging clouds composing a swirling, snaking ocean of frothing cotton. Beyond the descended fog laid the vast depths of the unknown, as did the above, concealed beyond a brilliant blue sky and its own dispersed cover of opaque blankets of bubbly down like floating, fluffy pillows.

From the expanding arches and columns of wooded stone extends the neimoidian bridge cities, lazily swung between pairs of ascended peaks and dangling open in the air from their cradle, set soothing above a gentle sea of mist. Beyond such picturesque beauty, however, laid a culture situated upon greed and sin, composed of child murder and foul philanthropists, who spun their glass agenda to mask their copious desires of lechery and power to thread quilts of control through the neimoidian high society. They swamp their own nation in corruption, festering the flesh and bone of their culture and vilifying such a beautiful world with their infamous nature.

What Cen felt was a near bigoted disdain.

In short, Cato Nemoidia was the perfect place for one such as Palestro Ghees to hide. Ghees was also a neimoidian, naturally, providing the sole justification for his rampart magniloquence and carnal behavior, exposing him to the career as a Coruscantian money launderer and imbedding him within the allies of the Xa'kan Cult, whose mysterious agenda fixated upon Cen Tessek's -- or so he considered it -- datachip. By the malignant coaxing of its Grandmaster (and the target of Cen Tessek's vengeance), the rogue Darth Animar, and his heraldry apprentices, Malance and Krawn, Ghees joined the cult under the pretense of wealth.

In the following days it became apparent that, in Animar's impatience for additional financial backing, Ghees was a complete and utter mistake. Within days of his grand inauguration into the cult he dropped the bomb of their plans in the midst of his alcoholic stupor within a socialite party, composed of an anonymous Sith Lord and several denizens of Coruscant's crime families. It is largely unknown by the means to which he managed to escape but, through the mysterious events that followed, the Dark Jedi, Cen Tessek, was quick to catch wind of Animar's rogue associate and immediately picked up on his trail.

What followed was a complex blunder and a cluster of detrimental occurrences that bounded between both sides like a game of Pong. Initially it was composed of assassin inception when assassins attempting to assassinate were assassinated or survived assassination from additional assassinating assassins, but as time progressed, it relatively simplified into Cen Tessek and his newfound ally, Xavka Duquo, hunting down Palestro Ghees. They were met with failure, however, following their attack upon Ghees' orbital yacht, the Animus, and parted ways with Cen continuing the hunt alone. For the following months he scoured the Galaxy for his prey, the sole lead upon his target, Animar, until a more recent untied end led him to the ornate planet of Cato Nemoidia, and in turn, the tremendous urban ghetto of Galarra.

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