Looking for work. Or anything, really.

[Prosaurus]

Shukur sat on top of one of the tallest buildings on Coruscant, dangling his legs off the side, apparently oblivious to the massive fall before him. He scanned around all the other buildings, looking for any fights, trouble, pretty much anything he could get involved in.

Something would happen.

 

[Prosaurus]

Sighing, Shukur slid off the edge of the building, activating his jetpack, and scanned through the rooms of the building he had been in, still looking for something, anything, that might be some fun, or at least something to pass the time. That's when he saw a man in his pajamas run into his bathroom and emerge with a lightsaber, jumping out into the floor's corridor. Looked like a fight to Shukur. Something to do at last.
Shukur landed on the room's balcony, and walked through the door, which the Jedi (Or Sith, they were all the same to him) had left open.

((Continued at: Coruscant Distress))