ℝ𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣

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ℝ𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣

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"Go, carry on my legacy"

Those had been his father's last words but Rom had never figured out how, not when they had to live in the shadows, out of Black Sun's eyes. He had come back to Zeltros six months ago after four years laying low with his sister and mother. He left them behind, safe, to see if their homeworld was safe to return. It is, well, sort of, maybe. The planet was without Black Sun, Vigo Y'ull Acib had died and the whole structure collapsed. He was the one whose situation hadn't safely stabilized and couldn't go back to get his family. He arrived in Zeltros with little money, which quickly dried out and he had to find other means to sustain himself. Little did he know that when he asked for a loan, he was taking money from a local crime boss. He thought at first he'd be able to get away without being caught, however, when the money vapourized again, he was brought in. And luckily for him, he wasn't killed, instead, he was employed to clear his debt. He became

It was just another cloudy day on Zeltros, this time of the year was always like this. It was a season low for the luxurious tourists who came on vacation, that's when the underworld thrived. They scored from the inequalities in suburban areas around and away from high society as to keep themselves afloat and when the nice weather came again, they would appear as nice individuals who would be employed to assist tourists however they pleased. Under that false sense of illusion, of an utopia that lived only on the riches of both planet and outsiders, that perhaps Zeltron maintained its name. My father had sought to change that name, and it's society. In fact, he had done it. Dante Industrial and the United Commerce Guild had made people's lives better, but when you grow big, the bigger fish will try to eat you. And it did, eventually, now Zeltros is back to where it was, especially with the nonexistent presence of the so-called New Republic.

Macavelli is the new big figure on the planet, as the crime boss in Zuria, Zenka's neighbouring district. Zenka itself is still fairly clean as Dante Industrial maintained activities there but Zuria became the Nar Shadaa of Zeltros soon after his rise. The fighting pits were notorious for their brutality and the brothels, housing in the dozens, both high level and clandestine, have Zeltrons whose powerful pheromones easily attract even those who weren't there for that type of fun. He takes care of the entire business that happens here. And I fell right into his hand. Not much I can do other than to work to pay off my debt. I actually doubt that'll happen, I've seen too much and I do my job well, they'll keep me in the loop. Unfortunately for them, a loop comes around.

I grabbed my coffee and hopped on my Joben T-95, a top of the line speeder bike that prioritized speed over safety. My encrypted datapad had given me the information for the next package, no questions asked, as always. I rode to Travellers' Delight, Macavelli's base of operations and a multi-purpose establishment, the package was no more than five per ten per ten inches long but by the look of the handler, it was very important. The coordinates for the drop off were farther than most. Weird, I thought, it was out of Velli's range, into a corporate district that would cause problems if I was caught. I had to grab an alternate route around the main road, where I wouldn't be caught by any ing patrols. Luckily, the streets were empty and I got to the building. It was a company's building, and by the looks of security around the front entrance, I wouldn't be able to get in quietly.

As I cleared the back door for any cameras, a cleaner was exiting the building, I apologised before knocking him out and taking his clothes and id. Good, now I was undercover. I hid the package and my clothes beneath the cleaning tray and headed for the turbolift. The last floor was crowded, but felt hierarchically ordered. The coordinates pointed to the restroom next to the main office that occupied close to half the front of the floor. I left the case there, unguarded, on the top of a toilet and left, nobody seemed to suspect much of it. I cleared away from the building and began riding away, just as the sound of an explosion burst through the air, I turned around just to see that the floor I had been on less than ten minutes ago was set on fire. It suddenly made sense, the package was a bomb. And I had been the one to set it off. Frik! I speeded up the engine and got away as fast as I could.

I went straight home with a lot on my head, I broke down on a corner next to the sink in my bathroom. I could only hear the words of my father and the images of the event, I didn't follow his legacy, I broke it inadvertently. I...I killed people, I didn't even know who they were. I couldn't sleep that night. When the sun rose, a new message came in 'Velli wants to speak to you', it said. I put on my usual leather attire and rode there. I wasn't sure what I was gonna get but there was no point escaping it. He was waiting for me at this lounge, surrounded by women and the smoke of some inhalant "Sit, Rider, have a drink." The name had caught on and it was good to cover his true, masked identity. He took the gesture and sipped the cup with a blue liquid, "You delivered yesterday" he stared at him like he knew things weren't right for the boy "It was a test." Almost apologetic, Rider answered drily "For me or for your operations? Or both?" The man cranked up a smile "You see things better than you let ," he commented "Don't worry, nothing like that for a while. Right now, I need you to be a chauffeur for a night, okay? Can you do that?" Rider was imive, the pep talk wasn't enough, he thought, for all the conflicts he'll have to endure inside him. Velli saw that, "Tell you what, I'll take fifteen percent more of your debt if you can act nice today, eh?"

He took the offer, after all, a chauffeur was a simple job and he would have time to rethink things through, what could go wrong? He first went to the tailor shop, then rented a luxury landspeeder and took it to United Resorts, a six-star hotel line created by the Commerce Guild. A woman in red dress and a man with a white tuxedo entered the vehicle and gave him his destination. He followed, quite absentmindedly, the man's instructions. He parked the speeder and kindly opened the doors for the engers. They entered the house and he got back in the speeder. Before he could turn the engines on, he heard screams and blaster fire coming from inside. He charged through the door but it was too late, they were both dead and a cloaked figure tried to make its escape through the gardens. He followed pursuit for a long time, when he finally caught up, he pushed him down on the permacrete street.

The assassin tried to aim the weapon at him, he shrugged it aside but he was clearly losing in a hand to hand situation like this. After two dodged punches, he went for the blaster, the other man tried to pull him but he was able to grab it, spin his upper body around and shoot directly in the man's chest. He stumbled to get up, after he confirmed the other was dead, he jogged back to the house where his speeder was parked. As he crossed the front lobby, the police arrived. He was arrested despite his claims that the other man, which he pointed to where the body was and what had actually happened, forensics was already finding DNA matches near the bodies which matched his'. It was too late before he saw the trap he'd gotten himself into again. Velli had done another step and he was the fall guy, not only for this, but also for the bombing. It would keep his name in the clear, Rider however felt his guts churning in disgust at the situation. Resisting would only worsen, he had to accept it. He was imprisoned. For now...

To be continued

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