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the Struggling Stride. Talo skulked through the halls, preferring to remain unseen as the dimly lit passages became more maze-like than most would find comfortable. the Struggling Stride was actually just a Cruiser the size of a small space station, that in respect, was one of the most well known and corrupt trading vessels this side of the known galaxy. Those who came aboard her knew this already, and did not do so if they were not armed to the teeth. The place stunk as if some sort of animal was killed and dragged through the halls, but that wasn't a doubtful possibility. The metal that lined the passages was rusted and bent, while the lights that were placed on the curved wall were either burnt out or close to it. The place disgusted most jedi, but Talo was less ignorant.
whether he liked it or not, he wasn't even supposed to be there. His master never truly said not to, but he wouldn't approve of his actions anyway. Being there wasnt something that Talo could explain, He just felt like he needed to. It didn't much matter, whatever he was feeling, it was getting stronger as he traversed through the wretched halls. That was when he came apon a door, that was where he would find whatever he came there to find, stopping at the door, Talo felt the handle.
whether he liked it or not, he wasn't even supposed to be there. His master never truly said not to, but he wouldn't approve of his actions anyway. Being there wasnt something that Talo could explain, He just felt like he needed to. It didn't much matter, whatever he was feeling, it was getting stronger as he traversed through the wretched halls. That was when he came apon a door, that was where he would find whatever he came there to find, stopping at the door, Talo felt the handle.