Coruscant After the Fact

[Cyran Vaas]

(Local Coruscant gang rides into a district at night in the pursuit of a rival gang)​

(852 ABY)​

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In the "lower" levels of the city Cyran commuted through the ravaged ecumenopolis. So calling some parts of it lower and upper felt kinda wrong now that all of it seemed like the lower levels. Cyran believed the battle over the planet was pointless, a mere exercise in who could cause the most destruction to a planet and her people. A people that didn't deserve such an tragedy.

All these negative emotion still festering on the broken world is why Cyran didn't want to come here. As a Zeltron, feeling everyone's anger and sorrow was rough on him. Seeing a planet as big as Coruscant not in constant celebration just felt wrong to him. But as he came to learn from his time away from Zeltros, different strokes for different folks. Sometimes he'd even come across someone who'd prefer to be angry then joyful, if not at least for the time being.

Where he was, the planet got hit pretty hard, which wasn't saying much from his understanding on how the not so well off the rest of the world is. From where he was in one of the lower levels, up above he could see a massive hole in the upper level allowing an equally large sun ray to pierce the planets urban surface. This was probable the first time some of the locals had even seen sunlight before, something that could be seen as so lovely caused by something so wrenched.

However, Cyran wasn't here for post war sight seeing, he was on the job. Deciding to take up a bounty offer against some members of a local swoop/speeder bike gang that was making a bad situation worse for the locals. Unfortunately this wasn't a rare phenomenon. The post war trauma has allowed tens of thousands of other notable gangs to rise up and take advantage of the situation. This one he was dealing with was just a piece of hay in a hay stack, nothing special about it.

Pretty much all the districts authorities are unable to quell the legions of gangsters, thus meaning they've turned to employing armies of small time bounty hunters like himself to deal with the threat. Unfortunately more then enough of these official security organizations are too bankrupt to pay the bounty hunters leading to some rather nasty conflicts. With some of the most money determined bounty hunters just ransacking the very organizations that hired them to get their moneys worth. It was a positive feed back loop of violence.

Cyran just hoped that the one employing him could complete their end of the deal.

 

[Chaca]

Cyran was certainly being watched. Being psychic, it was likely that he would be able to tell that a lot of attention was on him down here. He was equipped, armed, and likely had resources that anyone down here would be insane not to want. He also looked quite formidable, so most would simply stay back and watch for now. Many of the beings living down here would be glad to kill him for anything of value that they might find... But they didn't dare try.

One set of eyes had focussed upon Cyran without deadly intent - these eyes belonged to a slightly more gentile soul. A small cathar boy watched Cyran, just as interested in the resources and valuables he carried. Though Chaca had no desire to harm Cyran in any way, the boy wasn't above taking what he needed if he got the chance to steal them. After all, what was he supposed to do? Starve because he has a conscience?

The first thing that Chaca needed to know...could he sneak up on Cyran? If he could.. He could follow the man until his guard was down and then maybe sweep by and grab something of value. Chaca was quite fast after all, he presumed it wouldn't be difficult to lose Cyran in the lower levels.

Feeling his tummy rumble, Chaca laid low and spied the armored man from behind cover. The first thing Chaca needed to know was if Cyran was a force user, as it would be nearly impossible to sneak up on...or possibly escape... a force user. To them Chaca stood out like a sore thumb; to them he felt like a rip in space/time

Chaca hadn't considered that as a non-force user, Cyran may still be able to detect him... Chaca wasn't used to dealing with telepathically inclined individuals. In a telepathic sense, Chaca would still likely be a strange thing to behold. In the emotional spectrum of telepathic connections, the small cathar boy would often feel like a veritable sea of emotional waves surrounding a prime emotion.

Chaca's prime emotion right now was uncertainty, and even a little fear, as he stepped out of hiding. He made sure he was squarely behind Cyran. If he detected Chaca's presence, Chaca wanted to make sure it wasn't just because he heard or saw him. If he realized Chaca was there, the cathar would at least be fairly certain he was dealing with a force user.

Behind Cyran, the boy approaches, drawing a little closer. The emotions that surrounded him were strange, a strong sense of uncertainty... Even fear. But around those two primary emotions swirled an entire vortex of other strange sensations, like a medley of feelings that danced at the edges of his event horizon. This much more subtle emotional signal changed and flowed like the tides, drifting anywhere from rage, to lust, to bliss, to absolute horror. Chaca seemed to display none of these secondary emotions, though his face did show the uncertainty and fear he felt as he approached, trying to sneak up behind Cyran.


[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Walking through the lower streets and alleyways Cyran could feel a ever present uncertainty, it was actually rather annoying and he didn't like it. Even at times when he felt like he should be alone there was this persistent fear of the unknown. Even behind it was a flow of other un-welcomed negative and positive emotions.

Now Cyran had begun to feel that he was being followed, not by something or someone threatening, but rather annoying. Being annoyed that there was someone around him that was giving off their negative emotions for him to pick up on, and he didn't like it.

Casually he brought his wrist mounted gauntlet dart caster, priming it the unfortunate event that he'd need to use it. Making sure it was loaded before priming it. Feeling now that he was ready for some kind of confrontation Cyran snapped his helmet back, visor locking onto the smaller animal like individual who seemed fixed on him.

In that instant Cyran's suspicions were confirmed, he was being followed. Under his helmet his eyes narrowed on the feline boy who looked as if they were up to no good. Stopping and turning his side to them Cyran readied himself for any aggressive actions. "Can I help you?" Cyran asked in a rather unfriendly tone. Now that he someone to project his now bad mood onto if they made the wrong move. Even though he didn't sense any malicious intent he wasn't just gonna let his guard down. He'd stand there and wait for a response from the stranger.

[member="Chaca"]

 

[Tatya Zane]

[member="Cyran Vaas"] [member="Chaca"]

Where there were gang wars, there was information to uncover. That was what had drawn Jarik to Coruscant's underbelly, now exposed to the sunlight, and the madness of a thousand swoop gangs jockeying for position. They all needed leverage, resources, and intel. He had been down in the undercity for a few weeks now, gathering what intel he could find, pitting them against each other, slipping snippets of intel to gangs, promising them more, and ensuring they were all competing at the same level to start bleeding them dry.

It would keep them busy and too busy cutting at each other's throats to do anything effective. Yet it kept drawing more and more scoundrels to them, making it the perfect place to find data from the rest of the galaxy. Everyone brought what they had in value and Jarik was there to sniff anything special out. But now, he was lounging by the side of the street, lit deathstick in hand. It glowed and dropped sparks to the floor.

He could hear someone speaking around the corner and ambled around to lean against the wall. One of the bounty hunters who'd been drawn to try and quell the violence was there talking to a creature he couldn't recognize. "You looking for something round here?"

 

[Chaca]

Chaca froze as Cyran suddenly turned to look at him, the small cathar staring up at the man with wide sapphire eyes. Chaca seemed quite intimidated as Cyran's tone came across, and the boy's rather large ears slowly lower to his head timidly as he spoke

"You seem lost mister. I was gonna ask if you need help finding something"

Chaca said softly, his whole body somewhat tense. After all, he wasn't sure if he was going to be dodging blaster bolts any moment from now

The peculiar little alien glanced over at Jarik as he stepped around the corner and made himself known. Seemed he was curious of Cyran, like Chaca was

[member="Cyran Vaas"]
[member="Jarik Creel"]

 

[SiRiDio]

SiRiDio made his way through the planet with an all black cloak his head covered, he sensed some violence he had recently fallen to the Darkside again, the Zabrak could hear voices and he recognized one of the voices it was a boy SiRiDio was already looking for trouble he would not let the fellow be harmed. He made his way into an alley while they talked using his stealth he walked out of the alley towering over the small boi, the Zabrak pulled the cloak's hood off revealing his tattooed head and horns.

SiRiDio said nothing his eyes focused on the enemies the yellow and red common for Darksiders engulfed in the Darkside.

[member="Chaca"] | [member="Jarik Creel"] | [member="Cyran Vaas"] |

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Before Cyran could get an response from the small lad, another individual appeared as well. He wasn't sure if he was being ganged up on or not. Casually he'd lay her arms down, but kept his hands close to his blasters. If he sensed any hostility from them he'd be ready for it. Even though he couldn't read minds, he could read emotions, and that was the next best thing.

Then the boy spoke to him, wondering if he was lost and wanted some help. If they'd been trailing him for a while he could probably understand where he was coming from. Despite knowing where he was going one could think he was aimlessly walking about the lower levels.

Then, to further add to his suspicions another man appeared, this time behind the smaller feline individual. They didn't say anything, just showed up and took off their hood. He got the feeling that they were one of those Force wielding wizards, and not the good kind. Peering at them through his visor he quickly thought of how to respond. "I don't know what you all are on about, but I don't need any help at the moment, but uh, thanks nonetheless." He took a step back, still facing them. Just trying to give himself a bit more space between them in the event things went south. The little advantages could be what win the day.

[member="SiRiDio"]
[member="Chaca"]
[member="Jarik Creel"]

 

[SiRiDio]

The Zabrak stood still, listening to the man speak he stared intensely his aggressive emotions were not hidden well, SiRiDio had recently had a troubling issue where he fell to the Darkside again after 8-10 months without.

SiRiDio had his hands under his cloak he started walking to the side and slightly forward leaning onto a pole.

" Seems that will be best "

[member="Cyran Vaas"] | [member="Chaca"] | [member="Jarik Creel"] |