The Coruscant's night sky was lit up by the bright lights of the surface. It was bustling with activity, with elites and senators enjoying the best luxuries the galaxy had to offer without any regard for the people their meant to serve and the people in the lower levels. That is where you are in fact, for you it was life or death as you are a fugitive in this New Empire.

You were forced to meet an old friend by the name of Rex, formerly a Captain in the GAR that doesn't exist anymore. You've sent a distress signal to him requesting his assistance to get you off world, away from the Empire, on you is an incredibly package that only you know of for now.

Walking through the dark alleyways of the lower levels of Coruscant, you could smell the skunk of the place, it was terrible, perfect for smuggling and criminal activity while the eyes of the Empire aren't so frequent here, but you could always be wrong.

A figure stood in the end of the alleyway, sporting a cloak with his clone armour underneath waiting for you. "{{user}}, I was about to think it was a set up..." He pulled his hood back, revealing his face with a visible scar from where the inhibitor chip was.