Memories of the Old Republic

[Jamzor the Jaxxor]

The location that Telmon had chosen was a small, damp room deep in the maze of old sewer tunnels. The only illumination was a set of candles—old relics from many centuries ago—in the middle of the table between them. Telmon was the CLF regional commander for Capentia City, the capital of Capentia. Telmon, Ben, a couple of captains, and another CLF commander just come in from the countryside. The young commander’s name was Darmon. "How long do you oldsters plan to hide in these sewers, always in hiding? We’ve been stockpiling weapons in the countryside for years now, and we have more than enough to take Capentia City, I think," Darmon was saying. "You think?" Telmon retorted. "Well, what’s your brilliant plan to get those weapons to our men in the city without PlanSec noticing? You think we haven’t been planning? We’ve been making plans for years, but security at the city entrances is too tight for us to get any serious equipment through." Now Ben spoke up. "That’s what I’ve come here to report tonight, Telmon. I believe we’ve discovered a way into the city, underneath PlanSec’s radar."

"Oh?"

"You know the Germald memorial? I believe that some of the men in my unit may have stumbled upon a network of tunnels underneath there that connects back to the city sewer system."

"Pfft!" Telmon scoffed. "If there were any tunnels there, we’d have discovered them years ago. We already searched the place up and down. There’s nothing but rock there, not even any ruins."

"That’s the beauty. PlanSec thinks so, too. The tremors we had a few weeks ago must have uncovered an entrance. One of my men only found it by pure chance. We can use it to sneak weapons, ammunition, supplies… everything we will need."