The Rebel Faction

"LFX...sounds interesting. But right now we need to get out of here. We can head back out to a more populated area," Standard said. Karlos nodded and the two walked through some back alleys, chatting along the way.

"So what is the Shadow Division?" Standard asked. "I don't believe I have heard of that before." Standard could tell that Karlos didn't want to answer this question, but waited for a reply anyway.

"Hired guns eh?" Standard said. "What would it take to get in? Seeing that I have no job, no ship, and no memory, it might be a good thing for me to check out." Standard paused for a second. "Wait...the Emporer's Hand...that was the very top people the Emporer could find. They did a lot of illegal undercover stuff...sounds fun."


OOC: TTT

"How later?" Standard asked, half jokingly and half seriously. He was really interested in this Shadow Hand business. It might be a good way to learn some stuff about his past, while doing something he was apparently good at.

"Well think about it this way. Who am I supposed to tell about this little operation you've got going? I have AMNESIA...whoever I used to know I dont know anymore. Whatever I did before I lost my memory, I was dang good at it, and I could be a valuable asset to your group." Standard really wanted in on this whole Shadow Hand thing. It was like he was meant to be in it or something.

"His name's Sporelli. Own's the Sweet Dreamer here in Coruscant. I would go kill him, but I cant." Standard knew Karlos was about to ask, so he went ahead and told him. "The reason is because of his son. He isn't any older than twelve, and he is so nice and cheerful. He would be devestated if I killed his father. Plus, if it wasn't for him, I would be dead. The boy is the one who found me the other day."