Seamus Valik
Investigator
Shadowport Investigations, a name likely never heard by the general populace of the galaxy, had been offered a contract with far reaching possibilities. The blue eyed sod that had the privilege of being the owner operator of S. I. walked down the slightly corroded boarding ramp of a public transport from Sulon to the one place he thought might have archives old enough to suit his needs, Coruscant.
His old black boots plodded out on to the duracrete as he headed across the deck of the landing platform. His thread bare pants and shirt gave away how much he needed the extra credits from a successful job. His best piece of clothing was the thick grey duster he had gotten in trade from an old spacer for a mint condition Master Sochi Ru card.
His mission was to find any information he could on a piece of tech called the 520 battle platform. A piece of technology once designed by the Galactic Empire and stolen by a founding member of the New Republic. The first step was to find a tap caf and do a quick keyword search on the holonet, after that he would meet with a local historian that was said to know more about the New Republic than anyone in the core.
Seamus stuffed his hands down deep in his pockets and held the familiar cylindrical shape of his lightsaber while he walked. He kept his head down and his senses spread out for danger as he walked. The general buzz and din of Coruscant's day to day life filled the air. He heard thousands of voices in as many languages calling out as if in competition for the loudest least coherent being.
He pulled a corner of his mustache into his mouth as he stepped up to a speederbus stop and waited with a small crowd. The smells of perfumes, soaps and unwashed bodies mixed in a almost tangible odor that he had not once missed about this world. He would be as quick on world as he could. But first, that Tap Caff.
His old black boots plodded out on to the duracrete as he headed across the deck of the landing platform. His thread bare pants and shirt gave away how much he needed the extra credits from a successful job. His best piece of clothing was the thick grey duster he had gotten in trade from an old spacer for a mint condition Master Sochi Ru card.
His mission was to find any information he could on a piece of tech called the 520 battle platform. A piece of technology once designed by the Galactic Empire and stolen by a founding member of the New Republic. The first step was to find a tap caf and do a quick keyword search on the holonet, after that he would meet with a local historian that was said to know more about the New Republic than anyone in the core.
Seamus stuffed his hands down deep in his pockets and held the familiar cylindrical shape of his lightsaber while he walked. He kept his head down and his senses spread out for danger as he walked. The general buzz and din of Coruscant's day to day life filled the air. He heard thousands of voices in as many languages calling out as if in competition for the loudest least coherent being.
He pulled a corner of his mustache into his mouth as he stepped up to a speederbus stop and waited with a small crowd. The smells of perfumes, soaps and unwashed bodies mixed in a almost tangible odor that he had not once missed about this world. He would be as quick on world as he could. But first, that Tap Caff.