Arik Illian
Nov 18th, 2002, 04:22:06 PM
This thread is intended as a meeting with Arik and a client. If you have a specific task/target, please let it be something lower level as Arik is just starting out. Thanks so much! :D
Reject
Are you no one
Fear you nothing
You know I'll bet you think
You have a good reason to be living
In the limelight of the fortunate ones
You're too weakened by the poison
That they feed you in the living lie
They don't believe you
Call to no one
Trust in nothing
Little impotent one
--From Fear by Disturbed
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Getting there was easy. The City-Planet of Coruscant was a nightmare and a wonder simultaneously. On one hand, the concrete jungle was bland an imposing--a maze of walls, alleyways, cat walks, secret passages--so much to handle. On the other, it was excellent for travel. Concealing one's presence was all too easy--even for the young bounty hunter.
Leaping across the rooftops, Arik Illian worked his way--swiftly and silently--towards his goal. It was a crisp, clean night. He had been instructed, by a possible employer, to meet in the "Odin's Eye" in the B-2668 section of West End. He was just on town and feeling very good. His nervousness was slightly identifiable, but overall he remained intact.
This was his first real mission.
Sure, he had done some minor work, scrounging up punks or debtors. This was a real job, though, from a real employer. Excited to met this client, the kid in him became proud. He had become a strong warrior, one to honnor his family. Gods rest them.
Getting to the door of the "Odin's Eye," he enetered the bar with little hesitation. His black cloak swept the ground as he stepped in strongly. He was told he would be found--he would get a signal as to who his employer was. He scanned the room, looking for the sign...
Reject
Are you no one
Fear you nothing
You know I'll bet you think
You have a good reason to be living
In the limelight of the fortunate ones
You're too weakened by the poison
That they feed you in the living lie
They don't believe you
Call to no one
Trust in nothing
Little impotent one
--From Fear by Disturbed
************************************************** **
Getting there was easy. The City-Planet of Coruscant was a nightmare and a wonder simultaneously. On one hand, the concrete jungle was bland an imposing--a maze of walls, alleyways, cat walks, secret passages--so much to handle. On the other, it was excellent for travel. Concealing one's presence was all too easy--even for the young bounty hunter.
Leaping across the rooftops, Arik Illian worked his way--swiftly and silently--towards his goal. It was a crisp, clean night. He had been instructed, by a possible employer, to meet in the "Odin's Eye" in the B-2668 section of West End. He was just on town and feeling very good. His nervousness was slightly identifiable, but overall he remained intact.
This was his first real mission.
Sure, he had done some minor work, scrounging up punks or debtors. This was a real job, though, from a real employer. Excited to met this client, the kid in him became proud. He had become a strong warrior, one to honnor his family. Gods rest them.
Getting to the door of the "Odin's Eye," he enetered the bar with little hesitation. His black cloak swept the ground as he stepped in strongly. He was told he would be found--he would get a signal as to who his employer was. He scanned the room, looking for the sign...