The World Is Rat
Region: Unknown Regions
Planet: Veroleem
City: New Promise
Evening: Low Cloud, Misty Rain, Dim City Lights.
Veroleem was a haven for cultists, secrecy and general misinformation. Which meant lots of pirate booty for Squeeb’s grubby little paws. The exchange operated here and with the triad wars simmering, a rival underworld group, plus a lot of religious cultists and off the grid secrecy was too good for the rat pack to say no! Whiskers twitching happily, two birds one stone, he could blame the consortium’s rivals while getting a huge payday.
Ahead of the rat pack and out alone walking the streets. The almost three-foot tall rodent of the stars, had a brown leather jacket, impressive black googles and sage green baggy pants hiding his scuffed boots. His custom blaster looked half as big as him sticking out the back of his trousers. When you were this short most people didn't remember you, or consider you more threatening than their pet at home. All tricks of the squib trade.
A veil of very misty light rain coated his fur, marking a rarity in the arid landscape. The city was like the description. Secret. People kept to themselves, heads down and music in their ears, or holomovies over their eyes as they sat in speeders. Not a dangerous place overall but a private place. Contracted out to steal priceless artifacts from temples was no hard sell, he would have taken the art for free! Scurrying in the shadows as our fearless Squeeb looked for the temple, being easy to hide was a good thing as a procession of darkside cultists was walking down the street. He must be close, hiding off behind an alleyway entrance as they walked by. Hard to spot, but maybe not for a Jedi, who might have their own reasons for visiting a sith temple.
His whiskers twitched.
Charlie Nooran
Planet: Veroleem
City: New Promise
Evening: Low Cloud, Misty Rain, Dim City Lights.
Veroleem was a haven for cultists, secrecy and general misinformation. Which meant lots of pirate booty for Squeeb’s grubby little paws. The exchange operated here and with the triad wars simmering, a rival underworld group, plus a lot of religious cultists and off the grid secrecy was too good for the rat pack to say no! Whiskers twitching happily, two birds one stone, he could blame the consortium’s rivals while getting a huge payday.
Ahead of the rat pack and out alone walking the streets. The almost three-foot tall rodent of the stars, had a brown leather jacket, impressive black googles and sage green baggy pants hiding his scuffed boots. His custom blaster looked half as big as him sticking out the back of his trousers. When you were this short most people didn't remember you, or consider you more threatening than their pet at home. All tricks of the squib trade.
A veil of very misty light rain coated his fur, marking a rarity in the arid landscape. The city was like the description. Secret. People kept to themselves, heads down and music in their ears, or holomovies over their eyes as they sat in speeders. Not a dangerous place overall but a private place. Contracted out to steal priceless artifacts from temples was no hard sell, he would have taken the art for free! Scurrying in the shadows as our fearless Squeeb looked for the temple, being easy to hide was a good thing as a procession of darkside cultists was walking down the street. He must be close, hiding off behind an alleyway entrance as they walked by. Hard to spot, but maybe not for a Jedi, who might have their own reasons for visiting a sith temple.
His whiskers twitched.
Charlie Nooran