Mr Pulse
Sep 30th, 2003, 08:35:44 AM
-The building was some non-descript, abondoned warehouse of some sort lost deep in the recceses of the storage facilities district of Coruscant.
The windows were mostly blacked over with neglect, only a few rays of moonlight peaked through.
One lone, bare bulb hung from the ceiling, it's weak light barley licking the walls; a slight breeze squeezing in through the flaws in the walls swayed the light back and forth.
In the middle of the room, right in the centre of the pool of light, stood a tall, pale figure dressed in a long black coat, high collars up-turned, with a wide brimmed hat.
In front of him was an old utility table, so rusted and decrepid it looked to only just be capable of holding up the large metal case on it.
The gurdian stood and waited for the others to arrive. Message had been sent to all the gurdians in the immediate area to converge here, on this night.
Mr Pulse had most important information for them.-
The windows were mostly blacked over with neglect, only a few rays of moonlight peaked through.
One lone, bare bulb hung from the ceiling, it's weak light barley licking the walls; a slight breeze squeezing in through the flaws in the walls swayed the light back and forth.
In the middle of the room, right in the centre of the pool of light, stood a tall, pale figure dressed in a long black coat, high collars up-turned, with a wide brimmed hat.
In front of him was an old utility table, so rusted and decrepid it looked to only just be capable of holding up the large metal case on it.
The gurdian stood and waited for the others to arrive. Message had been sent to all the gurdians in the immediate area to converge here, on this night.
Mr Pulse had most important information for them.-