Akio Diachi
For it was All but a Dream
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Location: Leb'Reen, Roon
Time: Twilight
Akio looked out from his position, hidden among the shadows. In the middle of the megatropolis of Leb'Reen massive spacescrapers straggled the skyline like dying fingers reaching for mercy. Law in this city was all about who you had connections to--and then only on their turf. Even among the lawless there are rules.
Standing the tallest in the city was Citidel Luxurious, who's name alone explained what the brothel/hotel/uptown drug center/massage palace was. He was confident inside were debaucheries that could rival the ones he had witnessed in the White Palace.
Ah, the White Palace. Where he had been given the offer--quite a loose term for it--to kill this obnoxious male Rodien known as "Dazzle." He made his first misstep when getting in league with the Hutts, the second was when he started stealing Twi'lek dancing girls from the Hutt syndicate. The numbers were in the hundreds, the cost to the Hutts nearing the millions. His third and final misstep was placing an order here on his known bank accounts. Fool. His appetites will be the death of him. And justice shall be served. For you--Dryzl.
The armored Chiss adjusted his black gloves. It was time. He jumped off the precipice onto a speeder, landing on his feet. The driver lurched and began cursing him in Huttese. Akio didn't hear half of it as he leaped off, grabbing another to flip off of. Akio went somersaulting upward, through the air, landing precariously on a windowsill. Akio shimmied inside. It was work time, he was ready to kill.
Akio's Katana and daggers rattled lightly as he jogged down the side passages. Even these worker access routes were incredibly opulent. He pulled into a Turboshaft and pressed the floor number. In and out in a matter of seconds. He fished a hypodermic needle from his satchel and began filling it with spices laced with neurotoxin. This time the death would be painful and long--justice.
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Location: Leb'Reen, Roon
Time: Twilight
Akio looked out from his position, hidden among the shadows. In the middle of the megatropolis of Leb'Reen massive spacescrapers straggled the skyline like dying fingers reaching for mercy. Law in this city was all about who you had connections to--and then only on their turf. Even among the lawless there are rules.
Standing the tallest in the city was Citidel Luxurious, who's name alone explained what the brothel/hotel/uptown drug center/massage palace was. He was confident inside were debaucheries that could rival the ones he had witnessed in the White Palace.
Ah, the White Palace. Where he had been given the offer--quite a loose term for it--to kill this obnoxious male Rodien known as "Dazzle." He made his first misstep when getting in league with the Hutts, the second was when he started stealing Twi'lek dancing girls from the Hutt syndicate. The numbers were in the hundreds, the cost to the Hutts nearing the millions. His third and final misstep was placing an order here on his known bank accounts. Fool. His appetites will be the death of him. And justice shall be served. For you--Dryzl.
The armored Chiss adjusted his black gloves. It was time. He jumped off the precipice onto a speeder, landing on his feet. The driver lurched and began cursing him in Huttese. Akio didn't hear half of it as he leaped off, grabbing another to flip off of. Akio went somersaulting upward, through the air, landing precariously on a windowsill. Akio shimmied inside. It was work time, he was ready to kill.
Akio's Katana and daggers rattled lightly as he jogged down the side passages. Even these worker access routes were incredibly opulent. He pulled into a Turboshaft and pressed the floor number. In and out in a matter of seconds. He fished a hypodermic needle from his satchel and began filling it with spices laced with neurotoxin. This time the death would be painful and long--justice.
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