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Korus Zhett, out for a nightly stroll through the sky lanes of Coruscant (is that the world we're on)? Heard, above the noise of the traffic around him - it seemed those on Coruscant never slept, the sound of a distant scream. The scream was so grating, so obviously in pain, that it sent shivers down his spine as if a Wolvershism was grating its long, sharp claws on a metal plate.
Turning, he ran in the direction of the scream. He'd heard recently, the rumours that Jedi were being picked off late at night - a news report had made mention of over ten Jedi deaths in the last few months around this area, and he was determined to make sure another didn't meet a similar fate tonight. _________________
Time to start again.
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