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The nightlife reminded him of.. everything.
As a young man, he was a policeman in this city. Smooth shooting and even smoother talking, 'Nate' was a valued member of the CPD. He was a born a detective and.. somehow, managed into a Jedi Master. But, he would admit, he thought about those young gunning days every day of his existence. Walking along those streets brought all of that back.
-- but he was Battlemaster now, no time for fantasies! Even in this 'casual' meeting of two men, there was something of an official tone. He knew there were Alliance agents in the crowd, following him, watching him; some were on the rooftops, but he blocked them out. The only two people he was concerned about right now were himself and.. whoever he was! It was Blank's idea to meet with this man in public, at a little outdoors cafe just beneath the airstreets of Coruscant. It was his zone; despite the commotion, it actually calmed him. Rarely could he walk down here, sit down and enjoy a cup of tea - he used to drink coffee, but ever since he met Nuju Leafskipper, he was.. captivated, by tea.
He sat down at a table, complimented with two chairs and a little umbrella canopying the middle. He pulled out a piece of paper, scribbled his order and passed it to a passing waiter a long with a small chunk of a credit chip. Certainly he wouldn't freak the hell out of them with a telepathic message. His senses then reached out, trying to feel his guest in the crowds..
As a young man, he was a policeman in this city. Smooth shooting and even smoother talking, 'Nate' was a valued member of the CPD. He was a born a detective and.. somehow, managed into a Jedi Master. But, he would admit, he thought about those young gunning days every day of his existence. Walking along those streets brought all of that back.
-- but he was Battlemaster now, no time for fantasies! Even in this 'casual' meeting of two men, there was something of an official tone. He knew there were Alliance agents in the crowd, following him, watching him; some were on the rooftops, but he blocked them out. The only two people he was concerned about right now were himself and.. whoever he was! It was Blank's idea to meet with this man in public, at a little outdoors cafe just beneath the airstreets of Coruscant. It was his zone; despite the commotion, it actually calmed him. Rarely could he walk down here, sit down and enjoy a cup of tea - he used to drink coffee, but ever since he met Nuju Leafskipper, he was.. captivated, by tea.
He sat down at a table, complimented with two chairs and a little umbrella canopying the middle. He pulled out a piece of paper, scribbled his order and passed it to a passing waiter a long with a small chunk of a credit chip. Certainly he wouldn't freak the hell out of them with a telepathic message. His senses then reached out, trying to feel his guest in the crowds..