The Ring of Kafrene, once just a mining colony, now a meeting point for anyone dealing with good in the region. Beholden to no galactic power, men, women, unknown alien's could live freely on the asteroid without the worry of politics. It was a funny thing to think considering that one of the most powerful men in the galaxy walked it streets, The Sith Councillor Artorigas Wessex, though he did not walk as a Sith, nor a King. No soldiers followed him, no covert agents watched for snipers or slipped through the back alleys to ambush any about to ambush him. No regalia, no crown, no sign he was anything but a man.
The man still hid a lightsabre deep within his clothes and the man still held a considerable amount of pent up Force Energy within himself, but that was hidden to the outside world. No here he wore the basic armour of a solider, a dull glint shinning out from beneath a thick coat protecting him from the cold of the asteroids endless night. Passing a Sun Supplement Store, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, gone was his dark brown hair, dyed bright blonde, his beard grown out and matching. A half mask covered the right side of his face, on the left a tattoo covered half his neck. It wasn't a real one however, part of the elaborate ruse which had begun weeks ago and continued now.
He walked with a slight limp, though this was not fake, the wounds from The Forrest Moon still not completely healed. Turning the corner and pushing past a group of half drunk patrons he entered the bazar, it was the meeting point arranged through a plethora of secure, multirooted channels. He found himself near a stall selling a local brew and could not help himself, purchasing a serving which came in what seemed to be a animal skin of some kind. It was bitter and burned but it helped keep the cold off as he waited.
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