Jorus Merrill
is mek bote
DASCORIA CITY
NEAR INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT
As a rule, Jorus didn't much like stowing away on an ethical level. That said, if you were willing to take your time and leave the big guns at home, there was no better way to get past a hostile border. Even so, he'd picked as soft a target as he could find. Ord Biniir was a growing power in the Coreward end of Ascendancy space, but more accessible than most Sith worlds - friendlier, closer to the border, and so forth. Rumor identified Dascoria City with clone armies and an unusual level of cheerful loyalty for a Sith-controlled metropolis. At the request of Underground contacts, someone needed to poke around.
A disheveled spacer like any other slipped out of a landing gear well and ambled off across the tarmac. The bulk freighter was registered to a local firm called Malonon Ship Components Limited. Malonon loadlifters and pallets of engine parts made this particular landing area noisy as feth, obstructed lines of sight, and generally reduced the likelihood that he'd be spotted right off the bat.
As for the rest of the city...well, every port of call was different. Some places, you could go undetected for days. Others, you'd run into trouble before you could spit. No telling yet what kind Dascoria would prove to be.
[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Satia the Cruel"] @whomever
NEAR INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT
As a rule, Jorus didn't much like stowing away on an ethical level. That said, if you were willing to take your time and leave the big guns at home, there was no better way to get past a hostile border. Even so, he'd picked as soft a target as he could find. Ord Biniir was a growing power in the Coreward end of Ascendancy space, but more accessible than most Sith worlds - friendlier, closer to the border, and so forth. Rumor identified Dascoria City with clone armies and an unusual level of cheerful loyalty for a Sith-controlled metropolis. At the request of Underground contacts, someone needed to poke around.
A disheveled spacer like any other slipped out of a landing gear well and ambled off across the tarmac. The bulk freighter was registered to a local firm called Malonon Ship Components Limited. Malonon loadlifters and pallets of engine parts made this particular landing area noisy as feth, obstructed lines of sight, and generally reduced the likelihood that he'd be spotted right off the bat.
As for the rest of the city...well, every port of call was different. Some places, you could go undetected for days. Others, you'd run into trouble before you could spit. No telling yet what kind Dascoria would prove to be.
[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Satia the Cruel"] @whomever