The Beginning of an Escape Plan

Tordan, it was a unique place governed by harsh rulers. Before the First Order’s arrival, it was a planet controlled by the Crimson Dawn, a crime syndicate in the underworld that ruled systems with an iron fist. But the faction would prove no match against the hungry pursuits of the First Order’s reign.

They were practically decimated in an attempt to fight the First Order and the new order began using the metropolis as their capital of the galaxy titled the True Republic.

Tordan was a beautiful world rich with resources but it wasn’t the First Order that harvested the goods of the planet. It was the slaves, captured from systems all over the galaxy, that foraged the planet’s materials.

It made the planet a cruel place hidden behind a dazzling facade that made up the city. The planet’s red clay floor was strikingly bold against the towering structures that covered nearly 80% of the world’s surface. These massive buildings that stretched toward the sky were crafted from the finest minerals, making the capital all the more mesmerizing.

The airways and streets were filled with traffic but there was one speeder that wasn’t part of the evening rush hour. It sat dormant in a dark alley between two lofty buildings made of emirite, a shimmering greenish-grey mineral that was truly stunning.

Upon this speeder sat a figure whose face was hidden beneath the hood of their brown cloak. The individual was patient, waiting for the moment when it would be time to move.

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