722-sero

Star Wars the Old Republic 3.3.2012 - - - Smoke and incense hangs heavy in the air, distorting figures that are less than legit in their dealings. Spice and credits exchange hands under countertops. A fight over a game of sabacc breaks out in the middle of the room. Out of Nar Shaddaa's cantinas, this one is not among the respectable, but for those hoping to move beyond notice, it is heaven. It had not been easy to bluff themselves a vacation, but it did help to be on good terms with the Keeper. And perhaps also to be infamous within the agency. "Field training." "Instructing the younger agents." He lied for a living, and lying to his sup

This city must truly be a New Eden, a Second Paradise, for it certainly couldn't be the original one. Welcome to the Garden as created by Man, a monstrosity of steel and concrete straddling the New Arnham River with its feet buried deep in the fetid swampland. Welcome to a city where smog copulates with gases rising from the marshes giving birth to a noxious miasma. Welcome to a city where the Rich have escaped to the few available high places, be they fortified hilltops or penthouses of tall buildings, whilst the Poor and the Common remain bogged down in the streets where crime runs red and the very air hurts to breathe. Welcome to a cage