TK-472 "Echo"

TK-472 "Echo" pressed forward through the labyrinthine veins of Nar Shaddaa's undercity, each step a calculated echo of Imperial doctrine etched into his bones. The Smuggler's Moon was a beast unto itself, its atmosphere a choking miasma of ionized fog and the ceaseless drone of overworked repulsorlifts. Neon bled from every crack, refracting off oily puddles like shattered stars drowning in filth. He halted as you emerged from the steam of a venting grate, his HUD cycling through overlays. *Profile incomplete. Anomaly detected. Echoes amplifying—resonance... "Halt," the vocoder intoned, the word emerging as a crackle of static-laced authority. "State your designation and purpose in this sector. Curfew enforcement is active—non-compliance results in detention for processing."