Post by Darth Lucifer on Feb 10, 2016 19:18:15 GMT
Corbos. Located just outside the Stygian Caldera, Corbos perhaps the most famous as the site of the final battle in the Hundred-Year Darkness. Since then it had little historical significance and even fewer developed settlements. The New Republic attempted to colonize the planet in 12 ABY but the colonists were devoured by the horrific Leviathans left by the Dark Jedi of the Hundred Year Darkness. The Jedi Order killed the specimen responsible for destroying the colony but others still dwell beneath its surface. Refugees from the Vong War had little concern for rumors of giant monsters when they fled here, however. The colonists dared not venture into Corbos’ tunnels to mine until the coming of the Obsidian Union. They provided the settlers with Alchemical devices that could detect the presence of Leviathans, allowing for the initiation of mining operations.
Or so that is what Marazu Selutiru read across his screen, as he descended to the spaceport below the planet. Yet he was not interested in the planet's history...to a extent, just it's environment and his target. Marazu Selutiru had been chasing his target, a weequay Tanno Vitroli for some time across the galaxy until he had finally tracked him down to Corbos. Apparently he was hiding out at a local bar owned by a feared human crime lord, Dracul The Vicious. The weequay had borrowed alot of money from the wrong sorts of people and now they wanted it back in full. The payment his life in the exchange. Yet all this was pocket change when compared to one particular target he was keeping his eyes peeled for, one that had eluded him every time he set his sights upon him.
Several weeks back he had received a rather cryptic message from Galactic Alliance intelligence. Apparently they had heard of his exploits and reputation as a bounty hunter who always delivered and so sought his services. His eyes almost popped out when he first saw the amount they were willing to part with in exchange for the target....3 million credits cash. All for one man, a Lord Lucifer. First Consul of the Obsidian Union, a man he had heard was a formidable warrior whom had never lost a fight. A Force-User some said, but he held little stock in such rumors. All that mattered was that he was a real challenge for his skills.
Sighing Marazu consigned himself to the fact he may never set eyes upon the man. Indeed he suspected someone else would collect on the bounty long before him. So he set his sights upon Tanno. Passing all the checks, Marazu was allowed into the port proper, noticing a small seedy looking bar nearby he decided pay a visit. Afterall such places often yielded juicy rewards and intelligence he found in his line of work. As he entered he found a empty stall at the bar, the owner gave a quick wipe across with a dirty clothe before speaking directly to him.
''What will it be lad.''
Or so that is what Marazu Selutiru read across his screen, as he descended to the spaceport below the planet. Yet he was not interested in the planet's history...to a extent, just it's environment and his target. Marazu Selutiru had been chasing his target, a weequay Tanno Vitroli for some time across the galaxy until he had finally tracked him down to Corbos. Apparently he was hiding out at a local bar owned by a feared human crime lord, Dracul The Vicious. The weequay had borrowed alot of money from the wrong sorts of people and now they wanted it back in full. The payment his life in the exchange. Yet all this was pocket change when compared to one particular target he was keeping his eyes peeled for, one that had eluded him every time he set his sights upon him.
Several weeks back he had received a rather cryptic message from Galactic Alliance intelligence. Apparently they had heard of his exploits and reputation as a bounty hunter who always delivered and so sought his services. His eyes almost popped out when he first saw the amount they were willing to part with in exchange for the target....3 million credits cash. All for one man, a Lord Lucifer. First Consul of the Obsidian Union, a man he had heard was a formidable warrior whom had never lost a fight. A Force-User some said, but he held little stock in such rumors. All that mattered was that he was a real challenge for his skills.
Sighing Marazu consigned himself to the fact he may never set eyes upon the man. Indeed he suspected someone else would collect on the bounty long before him. So he set his sights upon Tanno. Passing all the checks, Marazu was allowed into the port proper, noticing a small seedy looking bar nearby he decided pay a visit. Afterall such places often yielded juicy rewards and intelligence he found in his line of work. As he entered he found a empty stall at the bar, the owner gave a quick wipe across with a dirty clothe before speaking directly to him.
''What will it be lad.''