Ryloth Grimhammer
Apr 1st, 2017, 02:14:40 PM
NAR SHADDAA - SATTLE DISTRICT
The game was set, the board in place, but only one side had the pieces. The other was barren and waiting to be filled. The invitations were sent, one to Narssiska Vraska and the other to Molly Black. With their respective fields of influence allowing them to make contact with operatives in Alliance and Imperial space. It was not the usual job posting. It asked for covert agents capable of operating quickly and quietly, with skills more invested into technology, stealth, and subtly than raw firepower. The latter was still necessary. Any operation in the field of Corporate Espionage was guaranteed to go tits up eventually.
The mastermind sat alone in a dingy room deep in the Sattle District. Silence was kept at bay by the steady blare of music and sirens, mingled with the footsteps and voices of the man citizens of the overcrowded district. The room was located on the ground floor of the Nogiro Tower, a megablock structure built to house thousands. Nar Shaddaa was but a moon, and was rapidly running out of space. The only place left to build was up, but these megablocks were prisons for the willing where crime and disease runs rampant in the concrete hallways.
The blinds were pulled shut, but the glare of a hundred neon signs and flashing adverts still managed to peek their light through the cracks, illuminating the figure sitting at the table. Ryloth Grimhammer was stout figure; short but build like a brick shithouse. His black hair was cut into a short flattop and his beard was recently trimmed to perfection. Silver streaks through the both betrayed his growing age. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of shades, but even through the smokey lenses one could make out the occasional red light beaming from his left eye. One side of his head was shaven away, revealing a metal plate with a datajack terminal. His body, and any potential weapons, were hidden underneath a leather jacket.
A crack of thunder in the sky heralded the rain, flooding the streets with a downpour of water that could never even begin to wash away all the filth of this world. Ryloth waited, listening to the cacophony sounds, as he stared out at the door into the rented board room. There were no clocks in the room, but he knew it was time. Time to get this show on the road. Time to steal a cloaking device. All that remained was to place his pieces on the board.
The game was set, the board in place, but only one side had the pieces. The other was barren and waiting to be filled. The invitations were sent, one to Narssiska Vraska and the other to Molly Black. With their respective fields of influence allowing them to make contact with operatives in Alliance and Imperial space. It was not the usual job posting. It asked for covert agents capable of operating quickly and quietly, with skills more invested into technology, stealth, and subtly than raw firepower. The latter was still necessary. Any operation in the field of Corporate Espionage was guaranteed to go tits up eventually.
The mastermind sat alone in a dingy room deep in the Sattle District. Silence was kept at bay by the steady blare of music and sirens, mingled with the footsteps and voices of the man citizens of the overcrowded district. The room was located on the ground floor of the Nogiro Tower, a megablock structure built to house thousands. Nar Shaddaa was but a moon, and was rapidly running out of space. The only place left to build was up, but these megablocks were prisons for the willing where crime and disease runs rampant in the concrete hallways.
The blinds were pulled shut, but the glare of a hundred neon signs and flashing adverts still managed to peek their light through the cracks, illuminating the figure sitting at the table. Ryloth Grimhammer was stout figure; short but build like a brick shithouse. His black hair was cut into a short flattop and his beard was recently trimmed to perfection. Silver streaks through the both betrayed his growing age. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of shades, but even through the smokey lenses one could make out the occasional red light beaming from his left eye. One side of his head was shaven away, revealing a metal plate with a datajack terminal. His body, and any potential weapons, were hidden underneath a leather jacket.
A crack of thunder in the sky heralded the rain, flooding the streets with a downpour of water that could never even begin to wash away all the filth of this world. Ryloth waited, listening to the cacophony sounds, as he stared out at the door into the rented board room. There were no clocks in the room, but he knew it was time. Time to get this show on the road. Time to steal a cloaking device. All that remained was to place his pieces on the board.