Amon easily slipped between people as he navigated the busy sidewalk, his hands resting in his coat with comfort. No one offered him a glance and he paid them the same courtesy as he just kept his gaze locked straight ahead. He had learned a great deal of many things with his experiences in the undercity of Coruscant, one of them being that people generally didn't appreciate the idea of prying eyes, especially down there. Nar Shaddaa was no different from that planet as was the concept, it fitting on him comfortably and naturally like a second skin. The only difference between the two was that one knew how to appear prettier to alter people's perceptions.
But while he had been taught rough lessons he couldn't forget, it also had given baggage that had the possibility of weighing him down in the future. Amon hadn't been the perfect example of society when he was a kid and had garnered himself quite a record. There weren't any regrets for what transpired, it was either that or being swallowed up by the unforgiving city and it bore no weight on his conscious as a result. But, it did however annoyingly tug at the back of his mind, serving as a reminder that it was a trail, one that could easily lead to him if he wasn't careful. With his presence on Nar Shaddaa, he hoped could finally find the knife that would sever that connection with precision.
Amon had made his own acquaintances on Coruscant, those with keen noses who discovered information that wasn't openly spoken out. Such was that the Crimson Dawn had lost one of their beloved artifacts and that was an opening he couldn't afford to let slip. The artifact didn't draw the majority of his interest as did the services of the Syndicate if he collected it. They held the most renowned slicers in the galaxy and their precision was exactly what he desired. His record had to be carefully cut away and without a trace if he wanted to enjoy his newfound liberation in his Order.
He eventually arrived at the location that had given to him as he slipped out his datapad to double-check it. It was a small warehouse and clearly a safe house for the meeting in the belly of Nar Shaddaa. There weren't any guards at the front door and he assumed that it was supposed to be their first line of defense to appear empty. Amon approached the door, his muted gaze fixed on it as he made his decision and opened it with a gloved hand. Without hesitation, he stepped inside and closed it behind him to see about this meeting.
But while he had been taught rough lessons he couldn't forget, it also had given baggage that had the possibility of weighing him down in the future. Amon hadn't been the perfect example of society when he was a kid and had garnered himself quite a record. There weren't any regrets for what transpired, it was either that or being swallowed up by the unforgiving city and it bore no weight on his conscious as a result. But, it did however annoyingly tug at the back of his mind, serving as a reminder that it was a trail, one that could easily lead to him if he wasn't careful. With his presence on Nar Shaddaa, he hoped could finally find the knife that would sever that connection with precision.
Amon had made his own acquaintances on Coruscant, those with keen noses who discovered information that wasn't openly spoken out. Such was that the Crimson Dawn had lost one of their beloved artifacts and that was an opening he couldn't afford to let slip. The artifact didn't draw the majority of his interest as did the services of the Syndicate if he collected it. They held the most renowned slicers in the galaxy and their precision was exactly what he desired. His record had to be carefully cut away and without a trace if he wanted to enjoy his newfound liberation in his Order.
He eventually arrived at the location that had given to him as he slipped out his datapad to double-check it. It was a small warehouse and clearly a safe house for the meeting in the belly of Nar Shaddaa. There weren't any guards at the front door and he assumed that it was supposed to be their first line of defense to appear empty. Amon approached the door, his muted gaze fixed on it as he made his decision and opened it with a gloved hand. Without hesitation, he stepped inside and closed it behind him to see about this meeting.
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