Ian Sade
Character
Coruscant *night*
The patter of rain on the window ledge showed no sign of stopping anytime soon.
Distant thunder had rumbled off once more, indicating that the storm was moving parallel to the Chandill providence of Northeast Coruscant.
Sade was sitting upright in bed, the shadow of raindrops projected on him the hotel glass, listening to the rain. It was soothing in a way…rhythmic. White noise, some called it.
He didn’t know why, but he gently pulled the covers over the woman next to him. Taking his eyes off the glass clear wall which overlooked the city, he slowly turned to her. Her raven black hair was as soft as Cashun silk. It was beautiful hair, caressing down to her bare shoulders. The woman didn’t stir.
Hadn’t stirred for an hour now.
Gently he parted her hair and caressed her neck. It was cooler than normal.
It was all over…
*One hour later*
Sade stepped out of the Korban Hotel’s 3rd quarter’s turbo-lift.
He melded in among the many who visited this plush hotel, nearly two miles above the ground zero. Here on Coruscant, anyone could make themselves unnoticed.
The streaming holo videos hovering above and on the walls, were transmitting both live and recorded segments of today’s latest news flashes throughout the galaxy. But the one common feed was the rain broadcast.
Rain…
They called for more rain along the Northern districts. These thunderstorms were in actuality scheduled. In fact precipitation was indeed scheduled quarterly. One such weather infusion gave the districts a controlled snow storm, which in fact were actually a series of smaller snow precipitations that were stretched out for approx 4 weeks with 3 dry day cycles in between.
But this was mid summer, and the rains were scheduled to come down for approx 2 to 3 consecutive days.
Sade made his way unobscured to one of the taxi platforms.
Passing a few by, he found the one waiting for him. That too had been scheduled. As he approached, the speeder’s door swung up and he got in, like many would in the rain.
It moved into position along the main stream traffic, and waited for the window to enter the sky-lane.
This was calculated and controlled by the on board traffic computer, but the taxi itself was still manned by a live driver, his exit contact agent.
“ Where to sir?" The driver started his dialogue.
"Interest you in a good eatery or perhaps something of an exotic form of past time?” Asked the driver, following his protocol to keeping the guise up.
“ …No, not tonight…more looking for some place quite I can grab a book and read...” Sade answered, as he looked out his window.
He did so in a casual manner, but it were more to get that image of the woman out of his thoughts. She had been an agent of the Empire and had been marked for termination. Only instead of a blaster bolt to the head, she had been given what would appear as a drug overdose. This agent had taken to Sade as her lover, and he lead her to believed him to be an executive for a large firm.
The driver didn’t look back in his rear view mirror as he answered… “Very good sir...Larsin Transport Lines it is.” There was no doubt he had picked up his agent, and was now going to provide him with the means of leaving Coruscant undetected.
Rain… Sade watched pelting and streaking down the glass. It was the 2nd day of rain now.
Rain that was washing all the filth of the city, all the way down to the planet’s ground, many levels below them. He then realized he had never been to ground zero… But then again, who did he know ever had?
Sade leaned back on his seat and watched the rain fall on the taxi's glass roof above him. He couldn’t close his eyes now… Not yet, anyway.
If he did…she would be there.
Oh how he so wished for the rain to wash his hands clean of her as it washed the filth off this city....only now after his mission was complete did Sade feel the loss of attachment.
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*Castagne… Two weeks later*
“ Very good Mr. Sade, I will have the matter taken care of right away.” Said the manager.
Bisgard Durrant, an A Class restaurant for the elite and the well to do.
Not only the upper class frequented it, but government executives; to taste the varied palate, the known Galaxy had to offer.
This was Sade's main eatery when between assignments from his Agency.
A waitress had come over at the manager’s request, and leaned over to remove the plate from the table. She gave him a quick curious glance. A small recognizable smile behind it, as she certainly knew Sade. It had been she, that had alerted the manager of a slight problem with the food at Sade's table.
This was the second dinner he had sent back. It wasn’t like him. She knew him as a regular and this was certainly one of the dishes he normally favored. The food and the way it had been prepared had been prepared by the same chef, and he was very meticulous as to keeping his menu's top notch.
But, she knew he had not patronized this restaurant for a few weeks now...3 to be exact, as she knew him to always leave a generous tip.
“Perhaps…” She though, as she carefully removed his dinner plate “… he's changed?”
She knew his line of work, as it was not hard to guess, since the Executive Branches of Castagne were just across the center square.
“ It won’t be but another moment of your time, Mr. Sade.
I shall return with a more palatable salver.” She said, as she curtsied a nod and took leave with the platter.
Sade returned the gesture with his own smile. Although, it was not one that could be called genuine. It was out of courtesy. Although his eyes were somewhere else, distant.
A memory of sort still plagued him, that would not readily go away.
The patter of rain on the window ledge showed no sign of stopping anytime soon.
Distant thunder had rumbled off once more, indicating that the storm was moving parallel to the Chandill providence of Northeast Coruscant.
Sade was sitting upright in bed, the shadow of raindrops projected on him the hotel glass, listening to the rain. It was soothing in a way…rhythmic. White noise, some called it.
He didn’t know why, but he gently pulled the covers over the woman next to him. Taking his eyes off the glass clear wall which overlooked the city, he slowly turned to her. Her raven black hair was as soft as Cashun silk. It was beautiful hair, caressing down to her bare shoulders. The woman didn’t stir.
Hadn’t stirred for an hour now.
Gently he parted her hair and caressed her neck. It was cooler than normal.
It was all over…
*One hour later*
Sade stepped out of the Korban Hotel’s 3rd quarter’s turbo-lift.
He melded in among the many who visited this plush hotel, nearly two miles above the ground zero. Here on Coruscant, anyone could make themselves unnoticed.
The streaming holo videos hovering above and on the walls, were transmitting both live and recorded segments of today’s latest news flashes throughout the galaxy. But the one common feed was the rain broadcast.
Rain…
They called for more rain along the Northern districts. These thunderstorms were in actuality scheduled. In fact precipitation was indeed scheduled quarterly. One such weather infusion gave the districts a controlled snow storm, which in fact were actually a series of smaller snow precipitations that were stretched out for approx 4 weeks with 3 dry day cycles in between.
But this was mid summer, and the rains were scheduled to come down for approx 2 to 3 consecutive days.
Sade made his way unobscured to one of the taxi platforms.
Passing a few by, he found the one waiting for him. That too had been scheduled. As he approached, the speeder’s door swung up and he got in, like many would in the rain.
It moved into position along the main stream traffic, and waited for the window to enter the sky-lane.
This was calculated and controlled by the on board traffic computer, but the taxi itself was still manned by a live driver, his exit contact agent.
“ Where to sir?" The driver started his dialogue.
"Interest you in a good eatery or perhaps something of an exotic form of past time?” Asked the driver, following his protocol to keeping the guise up.
“ …No, not tonight…more looking for some place quite I can grab a book and read...” Sade answered, as he looked out his window.
He did so in a casual manner, but it were more to get that image of the woman out of his thoughts. She had been an agent of the Empire and had been marked for termination. Only instead of a blaster bolt to the head, she had been given what would appear as a drug overdose. This agent had taken to Sade as her lover, and he lead her to believed him to be an executive for a large firm.
The driver didn’t look back in his rear view mirror as he answered… “Very good sir...Larsin Transport Lines it is.” There was no doubt he had picked up his agent, and was now going to provide him with the means of leaving Coruscant undetected.
Rain… Sade watched pelting and streaking down the glass. It was the 2nd day of rain now.
Rain that was washing all the filth of the city, all the way down to the planet’s ground, many levels below them. He then realized he had never been to ground zero… But then again, who did he know ever had?
Sade leaned back on his seat and watched the rain fall on the taxi's glass roof above him. He couldn’t close his eyes now… Not yet, anyway.
If he did…she would be there.
Oh how he so wished for the rain to wash his hands clean of her as it washed the filth off this city....only now after his mission was complete did Sade feel the loss of attachment.
…………………………………………………………………………………….
*Castagne… Two weeks later*
“ Very good Mr. Sade, I will have the matter taken care of right away.” Said the manager.
Bisgard Durrant, an A Class restaurant for the elite and the well to do.
Not only the upper class frequented it, but government executives; to taste the varied palate, the known Galaxy had to offer.
This was Sade's main eatery when between assignments from his Agency.
A waitress had come over at the manager’s request, and leaned over to remove the plate from the table. She gave him a quick curious glance. A small recognizable smile behind it, as she certainly knew Sade. It had been she, that had alerted the manager of a slight problem with the food at Sade's table.
This was the second dinner he had sent back. It wasn’t like him. She knew him as a regular and this was certainly one of the dishes he normally favored. The food and the way it had been prepared had been prepared by the same chef, and he was very meticulous as to keeping his menu's top notch.
But, she knew he had not patronized this restaurant for a few weeks now...3 to be exact, as she knew him to always leave a generous tip.
“Perhaps…” She though, as she carefully removed his dinner plate “… he's changed?”
She knew his line of work, as it was not hard to guess, since the Executive Branches of Castagne were just across the center square.
“ It won’t be but another moment of your time, Mr. Sade.
I shall return with a more palatable salver.” She said, as she curtsied a nod and took leave with the platter.
Sade returned the gesture with his own smile. Although, it was not one that could be called genuine. It was out of courtesy. Although his eyes were somewhere else, distant.
A memory of sort still plagued him, that would not readily go away.