Coruscant
Coruscant was on fire.
The city planet was in chaos. There was a Killik Joiner in the seat of the Supreme Chancellor and the people didn't know who to trust. Unbeknownst to everyone, a trio of Sith had just corrupted the force nexus that lay underneath the Jedi Temple of old. The combination was...
Exquisite.
The doubts and fears of the citizenry, stoked by the sudden shift in the force as darkness fell over the city. The people had taken to the street in protest, the fire of their rage and distrust with the authorities fanned by the paradigm shift that had taken place driving the city to riot. Criminals clashed with security forces as they took advantage of the general chaos. And within it all lurked another.
Jeset stalked the streets, lurking among the shadows and crowds of protestors. He wore a simple black sweater, hat, and mask, not unlike the myriad of protestors who had taken to the streets dressed to protect their anonymity. Unlike the protestors however, he had a trio of small, razor sharp knives on his person, one up each sleeve and a third in his boot. A garrote line rested in his pocket, and a lightsaber sat in a custom holster that kept it hidden under his sweater at the small of his back. Hopefully he would need none, but it paid to go prepared.
Jeset lingered among a large crowd who bore signs and shields and bricks, their cries rising to the towering heights of the city. Many of the neons that normally lit the streets were smashed, but the streets remained lit nonetheless by a towering pillar of flame, a skyscraper that burned and poured putrid smoke into the sky. Nearby a security forced speeder had been flipped, a pair of protestors lighting a molotov that they smashed against the bottom of the vehicle, cheering as it went up in flames.
Jeset soaked it all in. He felt elated, high off the sensation of power he had felt during the process of corrupting the nexus. The experience had been soul shattering, his mind still felt fractured and split as he neglected to pull the pieces of himself back together. But in the chaos and the fire light, his purpose had never felt more certain, his resolve in the path he walked absolute. His silver eyes peered from under the brim of his dark cap as he lurked, seeking an opportunity to capitalize on the chaos.
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