Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 25, 2007 0:57:03 GMT -5
Coruscant
"An incandescent organ of life, visibly vibrating with the pulses of billions. " That's legendary Chancellor Signet Mezzileen speaking of Coruscant, the planet he ruled for over seventy years and praised as "the galaxy's biggest little neighborhood." Contrast that with poet Adder Ain-la's famous denunciation of the Republic capital: "A dead metal shell of a world, Coruscant is soulless beyond slavation, so cold and empty its frozen carcass must be reheated with solar mirrors."
Neither commentary is right or wrong.
Coruscant is the type of world that can be both spectacular and frightening, where indigents are sheltered in the shadow of restuarants selling food at ten thousand credits per plate. One thing it will never be is predictible--- or dull.
From space, " the jewel of the Core Worlds" can almost be mistaken for an artifical construct. Where other worlds have forests, grasslands, and oceans, Coruscant has factories, skyscrapers, and aquifers. Every scrap of surface area, except for the tiny polar ice caps, has been smothered bya dense layer of urbanization. In many places, this layer is covered by another layer, then another and another, creating canyons that plunge vertically for kilometers. Even the Manarai mountain range, surely the planet's most distinctive feature in eons past, is now a mere swelling in the omnipresent cityscape, dusted in snow.
Momument Plaza is a bowl-shaped arena build around one of the lesser Manarai mountaintops, the place where the bare rock of the summit projects up through the center of the arena floor is one of the planet's most popular tourist attractions.
Orbital traffic encloses the planet like electrons around a nucleus, delivering food and supplies, ambassadors and tourists. Magnetic guidance lines ogranize atmosphere traffic into rows on a rigid grid. Landing platforms hovering among the traffic lanes accomodate the few private starships that are permitted to break orbit. Airbuses and air taxis ferry Coruscant's citizens, while cargo transfer passes through frieght tunnels underground. Pipelines suck water from the polar ice caps and store it in reservoirs, which sometimes do double duty as aesthetic attractions for the locals---as in the so called "Western Sea."
Many expanses of Coruscant, particularly those in the western hempisphere, are churning industrial powerhouses sparsely populated but constantly generating energy and furnished goods. Most of the planet's population is concentrated around the equator and in what will one day be known as Imperial City, right now it is Republic City--- a metropolis the size of a continent and distinguished from the surrounding conurbation by its sheer height. The lowest levels of the City have not seen daylight in tens of thousands of years. Descending to ground level is like climbing into the depths of a murk-cave on APEI-- and nearly as dangerous. Haywire droids, carnivorous funi, and mutated troglodytes run rampant in this terrifying shadow world.
But it's possible, and even expected, for Coruscant to live their entire lives kilometers removed fromt he unpleasantness of the depths. Everything they need is a short walk or a flitter ride away, and the politicians for whom Crouscant is a second home have made sure the planet is never lacking in luxury.
Star Wars Mod:
~Monument Plaza in Coruscant
The warning sounds of an incomming message to Cryo Sjame's room would be heard before the figure of the dark skinned Adi Galia turned a deep blue by being a holo-projection would grace his dwelling.
" The Council has discussed, we see no further problems with allowing you to leave the Temple area, the suspicions of you being tainted with Larr'hes insanity is still mildly at question but we feel you should still be allowed to fulfill your duties as a Jedi. We, however, will have someone accompanying you. Another padawan. So please if you would... look after them and yourself, may the Force be with you Cryo. "
With that she vanished. The Jedi High Council seeming to have come to some sort of decision on the young warrior. Yet not telling him what that was. Another message would ring into his communications board a second later.
" You are to report to Dex's Diner in the Coco district. He has been having problems with local toughs, dress as a civilian and report to Dexter Jettster. This is a required mission assigned by Master Piell. Your companion will be meeting you there. Good day Jedi. " The temple guard officer on the view screen vanishes with a small smile.
Cryo:
His eyes snapped open as he heard his console beep and stumbled over to it and answered it. Nodding slowly in the dim blue light of the projected Adi Gallia. "Understood, I'll be en route immediatly. Sjame out." Letting the projection close he walked over and flopped back down on his bed and dropped his hands over his eyes. He knew this was what was going to happen because of his Larr'hes incident he would now be reduced to meangingless peon missions and playing errand boy. Well, at least it was better then being thrown out and stripped of everything he had. Groaning he lifted himself back off the bet and went about grabbing his gear.
Dress as a civilian eh? That was pretty easy for him considering he didn't ever dress as a Jedi except for special events. Yanking a dark blue sleevless shirt on over his head he pulled on his typical lightly padded upper armor and his gloves. Grunting he wondered if he was supposed to take a lightsaber. After a few moments he shrugged and grabbed it anyways placing it in the pack that rode just above his posterior on his tactical belt. Reaching down he clipped the straps on the holsters that held them firmly to his legs. Shaking his head he grabbed a headband and tied it under he braids and then took a look in his mirror. Snickering he realized he looked like just about any other hired muscle. Well might as well look the part. Chuckling he grabbed his comm and clipped in on his belt as he made his way out of his room and towards a speeder, it wouldn't take long to get to Dex's diner.
