Kamon Vondiranach
Heart in a Jar
Time tells all.
He could remember a time when Coruscant was under the control of the Emperor. Then the warlords. Then it was freed again. Hundreds of years of history. Repeated history. Coruscant remained a planet that was fought over again and again. He did not envy the people that lived there. He felt sorry for them. The rich ones lived in relative isolation from the realities of the Galaxy, a demented lifestyle choice. The poor were stricken to living in the lower levels, unable to escape from the planets history of being assaulted, let alone from the drugery of their lives. He remembered times fighting in the city. It was not a peaceful place.
Even now with this newly rising pro-Imperial party on the world it was getting worse. They claimed to want freedom for the people of the planet, but they were also humanocentrists. They didn't care that the majority of the planet was now populated by a mixture of a wide variety of species. Sure they obtained some popular support, but not enough to change the fate of the world. Especially with the Alliance government in control. They would not allow Xenophobes to become the party of power on Coruscant. There were enough of their kind out there as it was.
So it was that when he felt a presence of darkness on the world that he suspected it was associated with this. It made perfect sense that a Darksider would be involved in the manipulation if the population of Coruscant. They seemed to delight in that. Being present himself, and not wanting to tip of the local informants, he decided that he would investigate it himself rather than reporting it to the proper authorities. They wouldn't be able to do much without Jedi help anyway so he might as well just deal with it.
Dressed in his typical blend of Corellian and Echani garb, no robes, he headed out. Both sabers were hidden in a pouch in his belt as he made his way along. And as he drew closer he wrapped himself in the white current so he could investigate undetected and determine the best course of action for dealing with the situation at hand. Granted he was a bit surprised to find out that the darkness was emanating from a seventeen years old girl, but he'd seen younger practitioners of the dark arts. It was best he gauged what she was up to before acting.
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
He could remember a time when Coruscant was under the control of the Emperor. Then the warlords. Then it was freed again. Hundreds of years of history. Repeated history. Coruscant remained a planet that was fought over again and again. He did not envy the people that lived there. He felt sorry for them. The rich ones lived in relative isolation from the realities of the Galaxy, a demented lifestyle choice. The poor were stricken to living in the lower levels, unable to escape from the planets history of being assaulted, let alone from the drugery of their lives. He remembered times fighting in the city. It was not a peaceful place.
Even now with this newly rising pro-Imperial party on the world it was getting worse. They claimed to want freedom for the people of the planet, but they were also humanocentrists. They didn't care that the majority of the planet was now populated by a mixture of a wide variety of species. Sure they obtained some popular support, but not enough to change the fate of the world. Especially with the Alliance government in control. They would not allow Xenophobes to become the party of power on Coruscant. There were enough of their kind out there as it was.
So it was that when he felt a presence of darkness on the world that he suspected it was associated with this. It made perfect sense that a Darksider would be involved in the manipulation if the population of Coruscant. They seemed to delight in that. Being present himself, and not wanting to tip of the local informants, he decided that he would investigate it himself rather than reporting it to the proper authorities. They wouldn't be able to do much without Jedi help anyway so he might as well just deal with it.
Dressed in his typical blend of Corellian and Echani garb, no robes, he headed out. Both sabers were hidden in a pouch in his belt as he made his way along. And as he drew closer he wrapped himself in the white current so he could investigate undetected and determine the best course of action for dealing with the situation at hand. Granted he was a bit surprised to find out that the darkness was emanating from a seventeen years old girl, but he'd seen younger practitioners of the dark arts. It was best he gauged what she was up to before acting.
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]