Abandoned Techiark Warehouse, Level 1138
Coruscant, Coruscant System — New Republic Territory
43 ABY
Bhoc Vedmat pointed his scaly finger at one of the dozens of crates that littered the warehouse. One of his enforcers ran forward, opened it, and pulled a blaster out. Bhoc grabbed it out of the enforcer’s hands while jerking his head to the side towards several of the other crates.
“Get these distributed,” Bhoc snapped. The Trandoshan leader of the Quantum Shadows rubbed the top of his head, taking in the morning’s developments.
These will give us the leg up on the Kilcars. This whole sector of the undercity will be mine.
Bhoc turned back towards the crates he had turned into a makeshift desk, took a seat, and kicked his feet up. The Trandoshan began to inspect the blaster.
Solid. Real Metal. Good balance in the hand.
He aimed it towards the enforcer that had given it to him and pulled the trigger. The blaster bolt passed close enough to make the man jump as it tore through the air inches from his head.
Good trigger action. Accurate.
Bhoc held it up to his face and inhaled deeply.
Smells new. Factory fresh.
Welcome to the third chapter of Parabellum, kicking off our second cycle adventure on Coruscant.
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