The health of the Jedi Order came first but even Elias had personal reasons to put that aside. It had been years since he had last seen his mother and father, the only visible memory being when the enforcers kicked down the door to the home before he was sent flying through the air in his fighter. He had no idea what had happened after that, if his parents had been killed and his house burned down or if his father simply paid them off to continue letting them live peacefully. He hadn't received any holo, message, or shit even a card. It was all in the unknown for him and it left an aching feeling that he couldn't fill in. He wouldn't stop until he was able to find the answers he sought.
He would have loved to fly straight to Nal Hutta and performed a daring rescue but it just wasn't possible. That plan was likely to cause more casualties than save people and that was something he couldn't put on his conscience. Especially when it risked harm to his family. That left one suitable option left for him and it was Nar Shaddaa. It was practically the metropolis version of his home and attracted every single walk of life. Pirates, mercenaries, nobles, and even dregs of society could come there and make it in a blaze of glory or die as a nobody. It was the perfect place to find the information he needed and possible leads.
Elias strolled through the packed streets as he was dressed in civilian clothing so he didn't stick out. It was just a thick jacket, pants, and some boots as his lightsaber was hidden underneath his clothing. He intended to keep it there unless it was sorely needed. It would be better for him if the Cartel didn't know that he was coming by waving his weapon around like an idiot. As he walked under the neon signs, they lit him up like a rainbow, cloaking him completely in red, purple, blue, and other varieties as holographic dancing women above him tried to lure him into their building. He easily ignored it all as he walked with no deviation in his path.
Eventually, he found a bar nestled in the corner, a snake fighting some sort of bird as the establishment's symbol. Fly away, was the name of the place and it had a sort of ring to it. He walked up the steps and pushed into the door to enter. There was a smokey haze inside as every other customer held a cigarra in between their fingers and made some sort of ruckus. Elias' arrival was barely noticed and he made his way over to the counter and ordered himself a drink as he sat himself down and waited.
@Logan
He would have loved to fly straight to Nal Hutta and performed a daring rescue but it just wasn't possible. That plan was likely to cause more casualties than save people and that was something he couldn't put on his conscience. Especially when it risked harm to his family. That left one suitable option left for him and it was Nar Shaddaa. It was practically the metropolis version of his home and attracted every single walk of life. Pirates, mercenaries, nobles, and even dregs of society could come there and make it in a blaze of glory or die as a nobody. It was the perfect place to find the information he needed and possible leads.
Elias strolled through the packed streets as he was dressed in civilian clothing so he didn't stick out. It was just a thick jacket, pants, and some boots as his lightsaber was hidden underneath his clothing. He intended to keep it there unless it was sorely needed. It would be better for him if the Cartel didn't know that he was coming by waving his weapon around like an idiot. As he walked under the neon signs, they lit him up like a rainbow, cloaking him completely in red, purple, blue, and other varieties as holographic dancing women above him tried to lure him into their building. He easily ignored it all as he walked with no deviation in his path.
Eventually, he found a bar nestled in the corner, a snake fighting some sort of bird as the establishment's symbol. Fly away, was the name of the place and it had a sort of ring to it. He walked up the steps and pushed into the door to enter. There was a smokey haze inside as every other customer held a cigarra in between their fingers and made some sort of ruckus. Elias' arrival was barely noticed and he made his way over to the counter and ordered himself a drink as he sat himself down and waited.
@Logan