Good Ol' Scoundrel
Einarr had found a clue of a certain Sith Holocron dating centuries back which had been lost in time. Or so it was believed. The clue was that it had been used as a decoration of a Coruscani underworld boss' desk to demonstrate his power and influence over the Coruscani underlevels. Such a source of power and knowledge could not be left at the hands of a mere crime lord who believed it to be a fancy, mystical object would further express his power when people would visit his 'office'.
The Valkyri was glad that the crimelord was stupid enough not to sell the holocron for a massive sum of credits which would've thrown Einarr into a long path of trying to find that relic. That would've hindered his chances massively of ever finding it and retrieving it. Now, he walked amongst the residents of Coruscant's dangerous underlevels towards the establishment that belonged to the crimelord. The closer he became, the more grunts of the crime lord he could see freely wielding their blasters.
Time to clean the filth...
The Valkyri was glad that the crimelord was stupid enough not to sell the holocron for a massive sum of credits which would've thrown Einarr into a long path of trying to find that relic. That would've hindered his chances massively of ever finding it and retrieving it. Now, he walked amongst the residents of Coruscant's dangerous underlevels towards the establishment that belonged to the crimelord. The closer he became, the more grunts of the crime lord he could see freely wielding their blasters.
Time to clean the filth...