Perfectly Imperfect
LOCATION: New Alderaan, ???
OBJECTIVE: FIGHT
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | KRONOS
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Amni Kazda
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Ronhar Tane
The world of New Alderaan, home to the heart of the Imperial Confederation, the beating, unrelenting muscle at the center of both government and military affairs. It was here that an empire rose and fell within less than two years. It was here that the Warden Primus had given her final speech to the masses, it was here that the light of the confederation was practically choked out by its own shadows. Underneath the shine, the glitter and the glory, the gutters were filled with rats and vermin, with dealers and beggers. The dark underbelly of the Imperial Confederation was being suppressed, stomped out by the security services and the local military detachments, by law and order, by the terror and dread lurking within the dredges of society.
A single entrance, a dark and cold door leading to what looked like a decrepit piece of the capital's underground, would give way to the massive sewer systems of the planet's main city, old and glorious in their hayday, they now showed their age, their redundancy and their darkness, the stain on the heart of the Imperial Confederation, for it was here that thousands of criminals, swindlers and thieves found their homes, their solace. The orders to sweep through them had finally come, the eastern cisterns had to be cleared up for a new construction project, which meant the rotten core of society had to be removed, cut off and burned like a tumor, desinfected like a diseased bodypart.
Soldiers and inquisitors had been sent to the place, but none returned, yet...there was a quiet, the ruckus of the blight, the noise of thousands of souls within this rotten core of society had been silenced, all since one of the most prominent Prefects within the COMECI had made a deal with the infamous Dealmaker. In a single day, the eastern cistens had gone silent, but this silence itself hung like a blanket over the sewer system, stiffling the credits running through them and the society which had been built. Ever since the day the eastern cisterns got cleared... new alderaan changed and with it, the underbelly got crueler, more careful and cautious, just as the Imperial Confederation had desired.
In the eastern cisterns, where life had simply vanished on the very day the deal had been struck with the mysterious Dealmaker, the silence would be palpable upon entry, as a shadow and the smell of iron would greet any who'd pass into this part of the ancient sewer system, the high rise walls, the elegant stonework and mosaics of more blissful times stained and their color washed away by the floods, the fumes and eventually just time itself. it was within this strange and hauntingly silent piece of New Alderaan, that only those with strength would be able to go...
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