Slums Of Metellos
Light cloud of smoke filled a small apartment in a slum, the place where the poor, crippled and misfortune one’s lived. A man sit near a screen smoking a cigarett, he was dressed in common black clothes at the moment and seemed quite busy. The street was filled with an unspeakable stench, which didn’t even spare those in their apartments. Carus had to stand the stench for a week already and there could be many more at this rate, he had committed a small time strike against an imperial convoy near Borleias, but with a bad result. Many of his brethren as he called them had died in the battle because he had made a major miscalculation, the survivors had split up like after every attack they committed. This time they retreated to their holes with a sad look on their face and the scars to prove the painful feeling of defeat. Carus had argued with his lieutenant before splitting up to their separate hideouts and split up with angry looks on their faces.
"You are in charge and you made a major mistake when you told us that we could take that convoy out, but you didn’t even listen to what the others had to say and now Roert is dead because of it."
Galos ,Carus`s only lieutenant left alive had yelled at him and accused him of the death of his other lieutenant Roert. Carus had made a mistake, but he was too damn prod to admit the truth even to him. Carus was the founder of these raiding exiles because he was one and he wanted to get back at the imperials for destroying his life only because of his different ideals. Carus had once been a politician within the empire, but he had begun to see things differently and more radical as many had said. The outcasts had few successful raids at first, but then they had many disappointments and few successes. So far the loses had been small, but now they had suffered a beating as if they had only been bugs beneath the imperials heel. Carus hadn’t expected a force to be waiting on the planet or it to arrive so soon to the aid of the convoy, but it did.
"Damnit I couldn’t possibly have known about those damn reinforcements they were going to have Galos! Do you think that every single raid or life is dancing of roses? Did you? I know that this is fucked up, but shit happens and now we have to split up before more imperials appear to chase us... we will sort this out another time and you should pay more respect to me when you are talking to me..."
Carus had yelled at Galos on the com link as they had fled the battle scene and then reappeared from hyperspace, after the argue they took their own destinations. The issue wasn’t over and Carus didn’t like the way it would continue, but at the moment he was sitting in a dark apartment smoking a cigarette as he was getting the camera view to the hallway where his apartment was. He had assembled it in fear of imperial agents and had made sure that anyone who would touch it would have a nice shock as he would be alarmed so that he could drive the thief off with his blaster. He feared that not even the Fegal Companies would notice imperial agents or assassins even within their territory unless they would be on a official visit. Carus knew that Fegal was trying to keep a good relationship with the imperials and it was truly common knowledge since the Fegal Companies would never stand a chance against the imperials. Carus blew smoke out of his mouth as he had his cigarette between his fingers, which rapidly pressed they, board buttons. Carus had actually made one hell of a security system into the apartment as always at his hideouts because he couldn’t seem to sleep peacefully at nights without the knowledge of alarms around him. Carus finally got the camera working and smiled slightly, he left the screen at that view and went off to activate his other small systems. Carus then fell on his bed, which was quite uncomfortable, but there was no crying in the situation because when he began raiding imperial convoys he knew his life would be like this.
After few hours the system went off waking Carus from his sleep and he jumped up on his feet, he had his blaster out in an instant and he looked around with fearful eyes. There was no one in the room, there was someone on the door. Carus swallowed hard with a dry throat, this could be the day that he died and he would die in a miserable hell hole like this. Carus went to the screen and looked at the camera view, but it wasn’t there. Someone had taken the camera out, Carus had only one way out and it was trough that door. He walked to the door slowly and reached at the handle until he pulled the door wide open pointing at the hallway with his blaster. Carus was going to say something, but the words were caught into his throat as he looked at a bizarre looking man, which had an odd feeling about him. Carus saw that he had no weapons expect a cane in his hand and Carus had clearly the upper hand if there was going to be a fight, but the man just looked at him behind his glasses. Finally Carus was able to get the words out and there was a slight tremble in his voice.
"How the hell are you and what do you want? I am have no time for games or wasting my time with unknown people..."
Carus stood in the door way with his blaster pointed at the odd stranger with a slight sweat on his face.
[SIZE=3]Candida pro causa ense candido’-’A pure weapon for a pure cause’[/SIZE]
