OOC: Trying to get back into the swing of things. Feel free to join and hopefully we can keep this moving.
Talak had been out of the game for a while, but that was in the nature of having your life upended. The time he'd spent with the Jedi over the past several months had been primarily made up of learning new things, "soul searching" (whatever that meant), and attempting to find the lines that he couldn't cross.
In retrospect, he probably should have made sure not to let the Sith die, but that was never his intention. He hadn't felt bad about it for long, but quickly began to realize that it probably wasn't something a Jedi should be doing in the future.
Now, though, he was back in business. Officially a Jedi and on his own. After the series of debacles that had been his previous operations with the Jedi, he could only hope that this one went better.
The public shuttle set down in one of the middling levels of Coruscant. It was neither the rich and famous, nor the underworlds of the belly. A cool breeze washed over him as soon as the door opened, and though he knew it was artificially generated by the atmospheric controllers of the planet, it had a calming affect nonetheless.
Crowds of people pushed past him as he stood by the door, the hustle and bustle of the early morning businessmen traveling to work, and he quickly exited as he pulled out his datapad.
And the word of the day is "safehouse," he thought to himself. He had come out with the intention of finding the money man for a slave trading operation. The man had set up shop somewhere in this district of Coruscant, and it had fallen to Talak (mostly because he'd volunteered) to find it. He had realized he needed to kick himself back into gear and in a hurry lest he lose his edge, and so here he was. Back on the world that he enjoyed so much.
Talak had been out of the game for a while, but that was in the nature of having your life upended. The time he'd spent with the Jedi over the past several months had been primarily made up of learning new things, "soul searching" (whatever that meant), and attempting to find the lines that he couldn't cross.
In retrospect, he probably should have made sure not to let the Sith die, but that was never his intention. He hadn't felt bad about it for long, but quickly began to realize that it probably wasn't something a Jedi should be doing in the future.
Now, though, he was back in business. Officially a Jedi and on his own. After the series of debacles that had been his previous operations with the Jedi, he could only hope that this one went better.
The public shuttle set down in one of the middling levels of Coruscant. It was neither the rich and famous, nor the underworlds of the belly. A cool breeze washed over him as soon as the door opened, and though he knew it was artificially generated by the atmospheric controllers of the planet, it had a calming affect nonetheless.
Crowds of people pushed past him as he stood by the door, the hustle and bustle of the early morning businessmen traveling to work, and he quickly exited as he pulled out his datapad.
And the word of the day is "safehouse," he thought to himself. He had come out with the intention of finding the money man for a slave trading operation. The man had set up shop somewhere in this district of Coruscant, and it had fallen to Talak (mostly because he'd volunteered) to find it. He had realized he needed to kick himself back into gear and in a hurry lest he lose his edge, and so here he was. Back on the world that he enjoyed so much.