D E M O N

TEYR SPACEPORT
Routine was an afterthought.
After Cantros, the Echani was actually glad to be back on the clock. The Talon siblings were not a lot known for expressing their feelings. Thus, after watching his sister rise from the dead as a monster - and all the fallout which came with it - Var simply walked away. There wasn't anything left to do or say. No matter how one sliced it, his older sister had been returned to the dirt. Life, as chit filled as it was, had to go on. And that meant keeping credits in the ol' bank account. In terms of duty, Var Talon was an Obsidian Knight.
Which was a far cry from the supermax prisoner he used to be, that's for sure.
On some days, the job would take him to exciting locales where he'd fight against crazy people using crazy things. On others, like today, the tasks were far more mundane. There were whispers of trafficking of late. Rumors that shipments of live animals were being used as cover for slaves. With the southern systems as hard no about the practice as they were, it was no surprise that Var was assigned one of the last stops before a ship could leave Confederate space. In particular, he was charged with making sure any live shipments had animals - and animals only.
For the most part, the shipments that he had inspected were of no concern. A few rich folk wanted to have exotic pets from the wilds of the 'Rim - peachy. But then came a rather astronomical cargo ship, with multiple crates filled to the brim with animals. The rationale? A zoo on Coruscant. A quick holonet searched confirmed that such a location existed - but the work of verification was underway. Aided by droids, the crates were inspected with a whole heap of scanners. And judging by the pace, this would take several hours at least to complete.
And unlike droids, Var needed a break.
With his datapad tucked under the crook of his arm, the Knight approached one of the vessel's crew. He paused, settling a cigarra between his teeth before asking: "Got a light?"
Routine was an afterthought.
After Cantros, the Echani was actually glad to be back on the clock. The Talon siblings were not a lot known for expressing their feelings. Thus, after watching his sister rise from the dead as a monster - and all the fallout which came with it - Var simply walked away. There wasn't anything left to do or say. No matter how one sliced it, his older sister had been returned to the dirt. Life, as chit filled as it was, had to go on. And that meant keeping credits in the ol' bank account. In terms of duty, Var Talon was an Obsidian Knight.
Which was a far cry from the supermax prisoner he used to be, that's for sure.
On some days, the job would take him to exciting locales where he'd fight against crazy people using crazy things. On others, like today, the tasks were far more mundane. There were whispers of trafficking of late. Rumors that shipments of live animals were being used as cover for slaves. With the southern systems as hard no about the practice as they were, it was no surprise that Var was assigned one of the last stops before a ship could leave Confederate space. In particular, he was charged with making sure any live shipments had animals - and animals only.
For the most part, the shipments that he had inspected were of no concern. A few rich folk wanted to have exotic pets from the wilds of the 'Rim - peachy. But then came a rather astronomical cargo ship, with multiple crates filled to the brim with animals. The rationale? A zoo on Coruscant. A quick holonet searched confirmed that such a location existed - but the work of verification was underway. Aided by droids, the crates were inspected with a whole heap of scanners. And judging by the pace, this would take several hours at least to complete.
And unlike droids, Var needed a break.
With his datapad tucked under the crook of his arm, the Knight approached one of the vessel's crew. He paused, settling a cigarra between his teeth before asking: "Got a light?"
