First Reply Day At the Museum | Coruscant

[Kyraan Spar]

Kyraan lowered the rangefinder in front of his helmet and scanned the perimeter of the Galactic Museum on Coruscant. His client claimed the Sith Covenant rarely patrolled this section of the city, but Kyraan wasn't about to risk a firefight without confirming it himself. Satisfied the area was clear, he raised the rangefinder and tapped his vambrace, firing a brief burst from his jetpack to glide down toward the building's western side.

Hovering outside a high window, he slapped a set of heavy suction pads onto the reinforced transparisteel to keep the heavy glass from falling. He traced a quick, man-sized loop with his wrist-mounted laser, pulled the cut section out, and set it aside on the narrow exterior ledge. He slipped through the gap into the dim corridor, clutching his EE-3 carbine. The objective was simple, scout the museum and report back.

His boots hit the polished floor with a muffled thud as he cut his thrusters. Reaching back through the opening, he grabbed the cut glass by the suction handles, pulled it tight into the frame to block the draft, and twisted the manual clamps to lock it. It wouldn't fool a close inspection, but it would buy him time against automated environmental sensors.

With his carbine shouldered, Kyraan swept its red optic across the room, taking in the velvet-lined pedestals and ancient relics beneath the low emergency lights. He didn't care for the history, but he cared about getting paid.​

 

[Meri Vale]

Meri had stared at the same display long enough that she began to suspect the museum's description was wrong.

That wasn't particularly unusual. Half the reason she'd come to the Galactic Museum was to compare its collection against material she'd been studying, and the small artifact behind the transparisteel had already produced three questions she wanted to look into later. Meri leaned closer to read the accompanying information again, tablet tucked against her side as she tried to reconcile the estimated date with the decorative markings along its edge.

A muffled sound somewhere beyond the gallery drew her attention away.

Meri straightened and looked toward the adjoining corridor. It hadn't sounded like something falling. There had been something else beneath it, brief but mechanical, followed by another noise she couldn't immediately identify. Museums made plenty of strange sounds when they were quiet enough, but archaeology had taught her that unexplained disturbances were generally worth investigating before deciding they were nothing.

She slipped the tablet into her bag and started toward the sound, slowing as she approached the next gallery. Meri stopped just short of the opening when she caught sight of movement beyond it.

The armored figure was enough to keep her from stepping into view.

Meri drew back behind the wall, heart suddenly beating considerably faster. She'd expected an employee, perhaps another visitor, not someone in armor carrying a carbine through a museum. Her first instinct was to retreat and find security. Her second was the much less sensible desire to know what he was doing there.

Curiosity won just enough for her to carefully peer around the edge again, trying to see where the stranger was going without attracting his attention. Whatever he wanted, Meri sincerely hoped it wasn't one of the artifacts.

She had several objections prepared if it was.

Kyraan Spar

 

[Kyraan Spar]

Kyraan's helmet picked up a heat signature around the bend, alerting him to someone watching from the next corridor. With the possibility of security being called, he lowered his rangefinder and brought his carbine against his chest, ready to fire. His finger barely pressed the trigger as a spray of red plasma slammed into the edge of the wall, to send Meri Vale scrambling for cover.

Even if their nerves held, Kyraan doubted they posed an immediate threat to his mission, so he promptly turned and continued down the corridor. His armor matched the description of the wanted Koda Fett, and for all intents and purposes he was that infamous bounty hunter.

As he entered a wider display hall lined with heavy pedestals, Kyraan raised his wrist and tapped his vambrace, beginning to transmit the surrounding floor plans back to his client in another system. ​