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The block of the underlevel on Coruscant was damp and stunk like a swamp, all to be attributed to the malfunctioning atmosphere system in the area. Unfortunately, any plans for it being restored were on hold so long as there were more important regions to maintain. And there was always an area better deserving of improvement in the Galactic City.
Naturally, this made it an attractive spot for the lawless denizens of the city planet to occupy. Due to the state of the area, though, it took quite the desperate – or deplorable – individuals to be considered a suitable place to live and lay low.
Splish, splish.
Hadrian’s boots stepped in puddles, created by the humidity, as he made his way down a length of a corridor with only one working light at the end. As was the usual attire of the seedy occupants, he wore a dark cloak with a hood pulled up over his head. It was not a particularly populated section he was in, save for an unlisted canteen nearby.
An open bounty led the man to this area. He had been more reliant on his subterfuge than on the Force to conclude that his target was in this zone for a myriad of reasons. While he had become accustomed to a dense population environment on Terminus, Coruscant’s feel was exotic to the Arkanian, making sensing anyone specific at distance, difficult enough on a city planet, impossible for him. With consideration for the conflict between Jedi and Sith, Hadrian’s teacher, Elyano, had also advised he put more effort into masking his presence in the Force. A concentrated effort on him, especially by anyone other than a novice, would find his potency at his level, so he opted for keeping himself restrained in that regard. Until he may need to call upon it for his target.
Hadrian was hunting an individual who was known for, among other crimes, abducting children to sell off to slavers who would take them off world. A strong burning pain suddenly came upon the Arkanian’s right arm, long ago replaced by cybernetic technology. These were his bounties of choice.
He usually preferred to avoid the potential for competition, but he was willing to make an exception for this case despite the knowledge that others were after the same target. And he had to step out of his comfort zone at some point if his ambitions were to be realized.
He took a small sharp breath as he kept walking in the large length of darkness, the infared vision attributed to his Arkanian blood giving him a highlight of individuals who stuck to the shadows.
A sudden series of loud, hacking coughs had Hadrian pause in his step and turn his head just as he came into range of the light source. The reflection of a flat white face shimmered off the mask he wore, a line of dried blood on the left side being the only smudge on the otherwise featureless surface.
An aged human male lay collapsed on the wall, covered in trash that was likely his only belongings. Still wheezing after his coughing fit, he blinked weakly at the white face now staring at him before his brows rose slightly. He began to back up as Hadrian lingered there for more than a few seconds.
“P-please. I don’t h-have a-anything of value.”
Hadrian took a step forward and kneeled, bringing him closer to the man. A gloved hand touched the sick man’s, and the Arkanian immediately stood up and continued towards the canteen.
His heart beating fast as he watched the stranger depart, the man looked at his hand to see some medicine had been placed into it.
@Orbis @Caligula
Naturally, this made it an attractive spot for the lawless denizens of the city planet to occupy. Due to the state of the area, though, it took quite the desperate – or deplorable – individuals to be considered a suitable place to live and lay low.
Splish, splish.
Hadrian’s boots stepped in puddles, created by the humidity, as he made his way down a length of a corridor with only one working light at the end. As was the usual attire of the seedy occupants, he wore a dark cloak with a hood pulled up over his head. It was not a particularly populated section he was in, save for an unlisted canteen nearby.
An open bounty led the man to this area. He had been more reliant on his subterfuge than on the Force to conclude that his target was in this zone for a myriad of reasons. While he had become accustomed to a dense population environment on Terminus, Coruscant’s feel was exotic to the Arkanian, making sensing anyone specific at distance, difficult enough on a city planet, impossible for him. With consideration for the conflict between Jedi and Sith, Hadrian’s teacher, Elyano, had also advised he put more effort into masking his presence in the Force. A concentrated effort on him, especially by anyone other than a novice, would find his potency at his level, so he opted for keeping himself restrained in that regard. Until he may need to call upon it for his target.
Hadrian was hunting an individual who was known for, among other crimes, abducting children to sell off to slavers who would take them off world. A strong burning pain suddenly came upon the Arkanian’s right arm, long ago replaced by cybernetic technology. These were his bounties of choice.
He usually preferred to avoid the potential for competition, but he was willing to make an exception for this case despite the knowledge that others were after the same target. And he had to step out of his comfort zone at some point if his ambitions were to be realized.
He took a small sharp breath as he kept walking in the large length of darkness, the infared vision attributed to his Arkanian blood giving him a highlight of individuals who stuck to the shadows.
A sudden series of loud, hacking coughs had Hadrian pause in his step and turn his head just as he came into range of the light source. The reflection of a flat white face shimmered off the mask he wore, a line of dried blood on the left side being the only smudge on the otherwise featureless surface.
An aged human male lay collapsed on the wall, covered in trash that was likely his only belongings. Still wheezing after his coughing fit, he blinked weakly at the white face now staring at him before his brows rose slightly. He began to back up as Hadrian lingered there for more than a few seconds.
“P-please. I don’t h-have a-anything of value.”
Hadrian took a step forward and kneeled, bringing him closer to the man. A gloved hand touched the sick man’s, and the Arkanian immediately stood up and continued towards the canteen.
His heart beating fast as he watched the stranger depart, the man looked at his hand to see some medicine had been placed into it.
@Orbis @Caligula
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