Private The Terminus Debate

[Is'ekapi Rex]

The market was packed with hawkers, produce vendors, sellers of exotic alien wares, need more be said of them and the many more colorful varieties of commercial endeavor here today in the pursuit of profit. How the crowds were of innumerable peoples of so many a species, creed, class, religion, all intermingled here in this one place. A true cultural stew of such caliber that may only be so commonly found on a a ecumenopolis world. The remote nature from the galactic core, and being at the juncture of two super hyperspace routes certainly aided the diversity of Terminus. It would be even better without the heel of the Sith bearing down on it. The Blackwall really took a lot of the far off goods off the market. Still plenty to be had. Enough for the capable and willing buyer to sneak their way this far in to Sith Space for a bit of a look.

As water flows around the obstacles so to did she pass through the crowd. Senses alive and alert. This was quite the bustling place. Even as a patrol of troopers made their way by, ensuring security and safety no doubt. It was good to remain on ones toes. Markets were ripe fruit for a pick pocket to relieve one of their heavy burden. She kept her wallet high and above where they'd be getting their sticky fingers to. And there's always the weirdos to worry about. Some would count her among that casting call and they might not be wrong. A 299 cm tall Togorian that's bigger than any household appliance tends to stand out. She wasn't here to cause any trouble. Not today. Rather this was a shopping trip. There was a particular starfighter she was looking at up for auction today. Word through the wire reached her well over a month ago about it. Planning this trip was no small effort. She knew well enough that the Sith were supposed to be operating a closed country. That being here was a risk of being imprisonment, even death for sneaking in! Maybe, She's not a lawyer.

A glint of gold caught her eye. To the right was a jewelry store. A permanent establishment as it was in a building. The window might have bars over it and the outside had seen better days, but she had a lot of time to kill before the auction. She entered, ducking under the door header. There were two staff on hand, with about 10 other customers in here. The sight of necklaces, rings, earrings, trinkets and more all enticed. Some set with gems who's hue she's never even seen before. Her tail was swishing back and forth. Time to peruse.

Darth Keres

 

[Darth Keres]

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Caracas - Scordalus​

Tag: Is'ekapi Rex


The marketplace of Terminus breathed like a wounded animal beneath a bruise-colored sky, its arteries clogged with citizens who whispered instead of spoke. Darth Keres moved among them as a shadow given will, her presence bending the air into a funereal hush. Stalls overflowed with wares both exquisite and desperate; bronze idols worn smooth by alien hands, vials of spice glowing faintly like trapped ghosts, textiles dyed in colors too deep to be natural.

She watched faces more than goods: hollow eyes, bowed heads, the twitch of fear whenever armored silhouettes passed. To her, the market was a cathedral of quiet suffering, and she its unholy pilgrim, savoring the way dread rippled outward without a single command spoken.

Sith soldiers infested the avenues like iron parasites, their boots stamping a merciless rhythm into the stone. Checkpoints strangled thoroughfares, scanners probed flesh and cargo alike, and crimson banners snapped in the acrid wind. The Sith Lord regarded it all with thinly veiled contempt. Such brute containment was dull, inelegant, an extravagant waste of bodies, credits, and time. Fear, she believed, was best cultivated, not bludgeoned into existence. This occupation reeked of impatience, of lesser minds mistaking oppression for control.

As she passed beneath a watchtower bristling with laser turrets and cannon batteries, her lips curled faintly, as though the planet itself had insulted her with its crude submission.

Then something else caught her eye, a disruption in the monotony of despair. A towering, cat-like individual slipped through the crowd with liquid grace, fur patterned in orange, white, and black stripes, her presence drawing glances that were not entirely afraid. The woman's eyes glinted with predatory intelligence as she paused before a jewelry shop, its windows heavy with gemstones that reflected the world in fractured, accusing light.

The feline figure ducked inside, bells chiming softly, and for the first time since setting foot on Terminus, Darth Keres felt the faint stir of curiosity coil in her chest.

She followed, the darkness of her cloak swallowing the doorway behind her. Inside, the shop was dim and cold, incense mingling with the cold gleam of precious metals. The cat-like woman examined rings and chains with slow, deliberate movements, claws clicking faintly against glass, and Darth Keres studied her reflection in the mirrors: predator regarding predator, both wrapped in different skins of danger.

In that confined space, amid glittering trinkets and held breaths, the galaxy felt suddenly smaller, more intimate. And Darth Keres smiled, sensing that this encounter, unlike the occupation outside, would be anything but mundane.

Darth Keres' voice slipped through the incense-thick air like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "Such exquisite gems, yet they bleed their value dry beneath the Sith's gluttonous tariffs, stones weighed not by beauty, but by the cost of crossing their borders." Her crimson gaze lingered on the glittering display as she added softly, with a curl of disdain, "An Empire that taxes so frequently deserve only contempt, you agree?"

Spoiler: Gear Loadout

• Melee Weapons​
  • XIII​
• Armor​
  • Robe​
• Accessories​
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• Ship​
  • Taciturnitas​
• Personal Guards​
  • Silencers​

 

[Is'ekapi Rex]

Golden iris fade from their prize gaze ever further to the call of the stranger. Rise to see black fabric, brown skin, red eyes. Sith unmistakable. Empirical proof to the truth she was found.

Her ears twitched side side. A light smile on her lips in that cattish fashion. A precious cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure. Quite the lie she put on. As was a cats nature. "Contempt... to those too burdened by the taxation. I assume The Empire puts their tax rate to the highest amount the system can bear. I can't claim knowledge to its operation. But I can agree in principle, Sith" She wondered what she was here for in truth. Can she sense that she was a Force user. Lacking such ability and experience to really know that as well. Much knowledge she lacked, though intelligence and intuition can get get her far. Enough to deduce the nature of this woman.

Her large right hand bracing against a knee. Pushing herself upwards while the other pulled a slight of hand to preform magic. Bulk only growing larger in the face of this evil. Until her form dominated the space. Raising her left hand above the woman's head slightly but a few feet away still. Not to strike, but a thin strand of woven gold with an emerald of a few carats set in a small pendant dropped between her fingers to dangle there. "Might I be bold Sith. And put this around your neck? I think the colors suit you."

Darth Keres