Post by Liam Blood on Jul 14, 2013 1:36:45 GMT -8
A life anew. Though he had lived already a span of twenty years, Liam Blood had seen and inflicted more horrors than most beings did in a lifetime lasting centuries. Life had changed forever in the past few months, and in the week leading up to his twentieth birthday, a new chapter would begin...
Sitting on the basic cot in the spartan accomodations he'd taken for a week in one of Coruscant's lesser districts, Liam was scrolling through information on a datapad. The sound of passing speeders wasn't quite muffled by the thin durasteel walls of the room generously referred to as an apartment. Flicking a curl of sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead; the insulation and cooling wasn't great either, it was a hot day, Liam grunted as he continued to read through the dossiers.
Having spent the past six years working indirectly for Imperial Intelligence, Liam had amassed a wealth of data on Imperial and non-Imperial personnel, contacts, storehouses, logistics and even R & D. Had his former employers known of his pilferage, he knew he would be very dead. The thing of it was, they already knew him to be dead, and he wasn't about to correct their oversight. It had cost him six months and several million embezzled credits to pull it off, but his final Operation on the desert world of Tatooine of all places had been his last. A few well-paid bounty hunters who knew nothing of the plan beyond their roles, and a cleverly staged cave-in in front of several independent witnesses had sealed his file in the Imperial Archives for good.
Taking the name Liam Blood as his new true identity, he had left Imperial Space and headed to the Core to start his own independent operation. The next few months would be spent purchasing, recruiting and making new alliances. It would prove, if nothing else, to be an interesting experience...
Sitting on the basic cot in the spartan accomodations he'd taken for a week in one of Coruscant's lesser districts, Liam was scrolling through information on a datapad. The sound of passing speeders wasn't quite muffled by the thin durasteel walls of the room generously referred to as an apartment. Flicking a curl of sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead; the insulation and cooling wasn't great either, it was a hot day, Liam grunted as he continued to read through the dossiers.
Having spent the past six years working indirectly for Imperial Intelligence, Liam had amassed a wealth of data on Imperial and non-Imperial personnel, contacts, storehouses, logistics and even R & D. Had his former employers known of his pilferage, he knew he would be very dead. The thing of it was, they already knew him to be dead, and he wasn't about to correct their oversight. It had cost him six months and several million embezzled credits to pull it off, but his final Operation on the desert world of Tatooine of all places had been his last. A few well-paid bounty hunters who knew nothing of the plan beyond their roles, and a cleverly staged cave-in in front of several independent witnesses had sealed his file in the Imperial Archives for good.
Taking the name Liam Blood as his new true identity, he had left Imperial Space and headed to the Core to start his own independent operation. The next few months would be spent purchasing, recruiting and making new alliances. It would prove, if nothing else, to be an interesting experience...