Coruscant, there wasn’t a single city like it in all the universe. Sure there were cities that resembled it, like the Moon of Nar Shada, which like Coruscant was covered in city. Or the capitol of Mandalor, whose cities resembled the top layers of Coruscant. Coruscant wasn’t like any others because even if you were a native and if you spent enough time bouncing between the skyline and the lowest levels there was always that point where you thought you had seen it all, that you actually got Coruscant. Then it would pull the rug out from underneath you and leave you seeing more stars than smuggler on the run from Ryloth. I had been an official resident of Coruscant for more than thirty years. Even if a few of those had been spent off planet, I had seen every side of the planet and a lot more of the ugly side than most, even I could have the rug pulled out from underneath me though. For me that rug was a case that sent me Vrek Pallea. The name roughly translates into a nasty little word in Duro which really shouldn’t be repeated in mixed company. Suffice it to say my rug was the fact I had never even heard about this little sewage drain of a city sector, and for good reason, nothing ever happened there, no major gangs had their HQ’s, none of the major crime organizations were known to stash contraband there, there wasn’t even a higher than average crime rate, it was the closest thing to an average I had ever seen more than a kilometer or two below the skyline. That was probably why it was called Vrek Pallea, no one wanted anything to do with it. Of course, if that were true, then I wouldn’t have had a client.