Dantooine, Captial City
Weeks had passed, and Jaikus had finally returned to Dantooine. It had not been so long ago that the Axxilan had stepped foot on the planet for the very first time, and his utter failure on that day still hung heavy on his shoulders. His actions - or lack thereof - had cost the Empire and his the man he loved dearly, and it was far past time that Jaikus made amends for those mistakes. Rebellion had seeded itself across Dantooine and enabled the planet to break away from the Imperial control, and it was imperative to act quickly if they ever had any hopes of regaining control of the lost territory.
Dusk had already fallen over the capital city of Dantooine, and the distant rumble above them indicated that a large storm was quickly approaching. Nevertheless, dozens of civilians still busily strolled about the open, merchant-filled medina. The smell of local spices and cuisine filled the air, and the gentle strumming of street musicians could be heard amongst the chatter. Jaikus remained ever-so-slightly removed from the main thoroughfare traffic - leaning his shoulder against an adjacent building where an alleyway began.
The Axxilan decided to forgo his signature Sith armor - instead opting for more inconspicuous mercenary attire. He wore a cloak over the top of his armor, a hood pulled up to shroud the majority of his face, alongside his weapons and the utility belt on his waist. The combination of the dusky light and Jaikus’ dark attire meant that he easily blended into the background, tucked out of sight and unnoticed by those passing through the market. Even if he were to be noticed, there was nothing about the Axxilan in that moment to make him stand out as anything but ordinary.
Jaikus allowed his citrine gaze to flit around the market, casually watching the civilians as they moved about. His eyes briefly drift and fixed onto his companion for his expedition. They had already discussed their objective before arrival, and Jaikus’ gaze only lingered for a split second before flicking away.
For the moment, Jaikus didn’t move from his perch - opting to observe the busy medina for a few seconds longer. He felt the first sprinkles of rain drop against his hood, and watched as the last vestiges of sunlight faded for the evening
24hr deadline. Thread is Intrigue-based, but PvP enabled if it goes that way. Open to 2 opposition - equal levels HEAVILY preferred.
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