Post by Squall on Mar 8, 2004 11:58:55 GMT -5
It is the Golden age of the Republic
despite minor interplanetarry conflicts
and some outer ring systems, the galaxy
is at peace. But as with all governments,
The Republic is not perfect.
A hidden Organization has begun to spread a new
performance altering drug, even though the effects
are Jedi-like powers and enhanced strength, the
after effects are lethargy, listlessness and in some cases, death.
Even though several Jedi have been
Dispatched across the galaxy
none have returned with useful
information or have even returned at all.
Meanwhile beyond a black hole cluster lies a lonely
potato-shaped planet that has been inhabited by a
lone black cloaked humanoid a mass of human slaves
and a small well trained militia.
despite minor interplanetarry conflicts
and some outer ring systems, the galaxy
is at peace. But as with all governments,
The Republic is not perfect.
A hidden Organization has begun to spread a new
performance altering drug, even though the effects
are Jedi-like powers and enhanced strength, the
after effects are lethargy, listlessness and in some cases, death.
Even though several Jedi have been
Dispatched across the galaxy
none have returned with useful
information or have even returned at all.
Meanwhile beyond a black hole cluster lies a lonely
potato-shaped planet that has been inhabited by a
lone black cloaked humanoid a mass of human slaves
and a small well trained militia.
Cloaked Man: Are you sure the next shipment is going to be on time commander Krin??
Commander Krin: I can assure the shipment as far as the Maw Lord, but beyond that we have no form of deep-space travel. the last shipment was besieged by space pirates... Lord...
Cloaked Man: Commander .. Maybe it is time that we seek the help of ... more reliable help. Perhapes a bounty hunter, if you and your men can not garuntee my shipments?
You will send out a message. We need to start some recruiting, at... 10,000 cerdits per shipment...
Commander Krin: Lord... I, I mean, my men and I can...
*The cloaked man raises his hand*
Cloaked Man: Are you questioning me Commander?
*Commander Krin swallows hard as the memories of the last commanders death plague his mind.*
Commander Krin: No my lord. the message shall be sent at once.
*Krin walkes out of the conference office, fear and determination in his eyes.
The Cloaked "Lord" turns and stares out at his planet as the atmosphere slowly escapes the low gravity of the tiny planet and towards the spectacle of the mighty Black Hole formation that he has dubbed "The Maw "*