Hesh Prospero
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- Joined
- Dec 22, 2017
- Messages
- 15
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Days and days had passed since Elias and Hesh had began operating in the dense crowds of Nar Shaddaa. So far, things had proven remotely successful. While they weren't being lifted of the ground due to sheer power, they were creating roads and routes to making their dreams a reality. A lot of this success was due in part to Elias's ability to work a crowd, and some of the success due to Hesh's powerful, yet unfortunate, sensory ability.
Hesh's comlink rang, an alarm set off to let him know that it was time to get to work. The past few days had been a bust, though he enjoyed the bright lights of the area. Pink neon was starting to become one of his favorite colors. And, now becoming a routine, Hesh affixed the comlink to his outfit, buckled up his boots, and made sure his armament was well secured and flush with his belt.
It seemed like all adventures, they began at this saferoom...quite a magical place it was turning out to be. Stepping onto the streets of the city, Hesh's mind was flooded with suffering and sorrow. The Force called out to him, screaming for empathy, screaming for understanding that Hesh couldn't provide. How he wished that this curse would end...but, the curse did have its uses.
Like a spike in a level field, Hesh could feel a soul cry out. Not on purpose, but it was there. Rage, suffering, confusion...and pain. So much pain. Hesh was forced to burden this pain with them, and focused in on the feeling, letting it propel his steps and guide his search.
It didn't take long to see the figure that this emanated from. They were certainly dressed a certain way that made sense for somebody trying to hide their pain from the world. Hesh would peer over a railing, down to an alleyway below the towering sprawl of upper level that he was searching. A man, maybe. White cloak...and though dark, maybe a mask? Interesting.
The Force guiding his body, Hesh would vault himself quietly over the railing, allowing the energy to slow his descent and land softly, yet firmly on the ground in front of the white cloaked being. Hesh stood rather unmasked, save a long gray jacket. Though unassuming in appearance, Hesh's wide frame, bruised face, and scraped knuckles suggested a more physical lifestyle. He would await the cloaked fellow's response, to determine what to do next.