Private Floating

[Tom Kovack]

Two hours after the incident at Club Dusk…

Tom stepped outside into the cool night air of the hotel courtyard. The building was upscale, one of the stratosphere-scrapers Coruscant was known for. Even here at “ground level” he was in one of the ascended levels of the planetary city. He couldn’t afford to stay at a place like this, and was only there because he had been invited in.

He walked off the paved path and over the grass which had been carefully cultivated as decoration. It was very very late—well past midnight by now—but the horizon was still glittering with multicolored lights as bright as a sunrise. Everyone who lived this high up must have thick blinds over all their windows to be able to sleep at night.

Tom himself couldn’t sleep. Maybe he was too wired by all the excitement from earlier, or maybe something else was on his mind, keeping him awake. But he felt it was useless to try and go to bed. He decided to go for a walk instead.

Moving at a leisurely pace, he made his way across the courtyard and through the gate which led to a street, not really sure where he was headed.

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Coruscant...

The last time she had been here was, well, a long time ago. It was when the Galactic Republic held the seat of power, and the One Sith emerged from the darkness to take the galaxy's gem. She remembered the fighting that day, the intensity of the flames from the Grand Temple - the looting, pillaging and plundering. The crashing waves of darkness that consumed the world and the Light side - the loss of friends and innocents.

Aaralyn shook her head, pushing the notion to the side - for now. A sigh escaped her lips as she continue to wander down the street, hands slipping into her tunic for comfort. Her purple gaze diverted forward as there was a commotion outside a Club, and then a handsome looking man appeared and gingerly walked about. The Force tingled her senses, causing her to shiver slightly despite the moist, warm air. Curious, Aaralyn approached, sensing something deeper through the Force. She was ashamed she had gotten so lost in her thoughts and forgot about her duties, or wait, she didn't have any duties - did she?

Not yet.

She followed closely, curiosity growing with each passing moment.

And with a simple, mental nudge - she touched his mind through the Force.

A simple whisper, a soft voice, something to catch his attention. If he did turn, he'd see her there - standing and staring at him, politely.

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[Tom Kovack]

Lost in thought, Tom narrowly avoided colliding with a frightened woman trying to get away from the commotion inside a nightclub. He walked more carefully, avoiding the patrons that were rapidly depleting from the establishment. Whatever was going on in there, it must've been pretty bad.

He was tempted to investigate, if only to find out what was the matter. As if his visit to Coruscant wasn't already strange enough. He had come here to spend time with a friend in need, but now said friend seemed to be avoiding him. Starlin Rand 's life hadn't been right ever since Dantooine, where Starlin had lost his hand in a duel with a fellow Jedi, all because the Padawan and his master had gotten mixed up in a misguided alliance with the Sith. Tom knew Starlin was hurting, but he didn't know how to deal with it. Especially if Starlin wasn't willing to talk about it.

Then there was the spur-of-the-moment meeting with Bithia at Club Dusk earlier that evening, where she'd nearly been killed because of the stupidity of a random drunk guy... Force, what a time he'd been having. No wonder he couldn't sleep. And it was only getting worse. Again his attention was drawn back to the nightclub. There was a crush of people at the entrance, desperate to get out. He could sense their panic through the Force. Something was wrong here—

He stopped. Had someone just poked his brain? Well, it was more of a mental nudge. He turned and saw a woman standing before him, smiling in a polite, affable sort of way. The dim lighting prevented him from telling how old she was or even what species. She at least looked human, and was of average height. But why had she nudged him like that? Was she a Jedi? A Sith? Something in-between or a member of a fringe group?

The sound of something shattering pulled his gaze back to the nightclub, where he at last found the answer to his question: there was a fire. The building had rapidly become engulfed in flames, and something was blocking the rear exit. Everyone was pressed against the front entrance, where people were at risk of getting trampled.

He turned to the woman. "Whatever this is about," he said. "I'm afraid it's going to have to wait."

With that, he ran over to offer his assistance to the clubgoers.

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