Darron Wraith
Honor | Duty | Courage
Hapes
It was rather freeing moving through the crowds for once, and to have everyone actively avoiding him. It was a liberty the GrandMaster of the Jedi Order only got in hostile environments. While he loved seeing those who wished to be around the Jedi, or helping those in need, it made moving around difficult. Here, on the edges of Republic controlled space, he could move freely. Though, it was because of a variety of different reasons. For the moment though he was enjoying the peace and quiet, and for once he got to enjoy the Hapes world, even if his view was obscured by the armor he had procured from Republic storage. His purpose on being there was simple, a mission had been given from Republic command to bring a fugitive Jedi in. So he had volunteered as he knew her well, with a different plan. He wanted to make a deal with her, and eventually bring her talents back to the lightside and the Republic. Her name was...
Spencer Jacobs.
He could have sent any Jedi, but who could completely mask their Force signature the way he had? Not many in the order stood two meters tall and could easily walk around in beskar armor. Though the model he was wearing was quite old and outdated, and his powerful frame slouched a little under the weight. He was walking with an awkward gate, and he stood slouched with his shoulders rolled forward. It all coalesced to make him look like a large, powerful, and old Mandolorian walking around a Republic world. Finding her hadn't been hard, but he was shocked she was alone. I guess you really must have progressed and gained stature with Ashin for her to have left you so alone. Had he been here to attack her, it would have been a good time, but that wasn't his purpose.
No, I will help you.
His brow furrowed under his helmet as she was within his view, his heavy boots echoed off the concrete beneath him. Finally making his way next to her, he leaned up against the railing looking out over the view below. A few idle moments passed before he spoke, the helmet synthesizing his voice.
"Are you Spencer Jacobs? I have been sent here on official business to deal with the Empress, or her First Apprentice?"
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
It was rather freeing moving through the crowds for once, and to have everyone actively avoiding him. It was a liberty the GrandMaster of the Jedi Order only got in hostile environments. While he loved seeing those who wished to be around the Jedi, or helping those in need, it made moving around difficult. Here, on the edges of Republic controlled space, he could move freely. Though, it was because of a variety of different reasons. For the moment though he was enjoying the peace and quiet, and for once he got to enjoy the Hapes world, even if his view was obscured by the armor he had procured from Republic storage. His purpose on being there was simple, a mission had been given from Republic command to bring a fugitive Jedi in. So he had volunteered as he knew her well, with a different plan. He wanted to make a deal with her, and eventually bring her talents back to the lightside and the Republic. Her name was...
Spencer Jacobs.
He could have sent any Jedi, but who could completely mask their Force signature the way he had? Not many in the order stood two meters tall and could easily walk around in beskar armor. Though the model he was wearing was quite old and outdated, and his powerful frame slouched a little under the weight. He was walking with an awkward gate, and he stood slouched with his shoulders rolled forward. It all coalesced to make him look like a large, powerful, and old Mandolorian walking around a Republic world. Finding her hadn't been hard, but he was shocked she was alone. I guess you really must have progressed and gained stature with Ashin for her to have left you so alone. Had he been here to attack her, it would have been a good time, but that wasn't his purpose.
No, I will help you.
His brow furrowed under his helmet as she was within his view, his heavy boots echoed off the concrete beneath him. Finally making his way next to her, he leaned up against the railing looking out over the view below. A few idle moments passed before he spoke, the helmet synthesizing his voice.
"Are you Spencer Jacobs? I have been sent here on official business to deal with the Empress, or her First Apprentice?"
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]