Private For a few credits more

[Jared Starchaser]

Life for the Underground was always interesting. Much like a corner store on Corellia or Coruscant, they aren’t always doing business, but they were always open. As the Leader of Osprey Cell, he was working with a few others on the tail of a bounty currently. There was a Hunter out there who was causing issues for the Underground pilots, and taking the fight to a few of the hyperlanes and had already burned one of the shadow ports. Well, not a shadowport per se, but definitely one of the safe houses and caches. That was why Jared was out here. One of the moons of the Copperline system.

The Jensaarai Hunter wore a dark cloak over his gear, a lightsaber on one hip, his kyber powered blaster on another, and on his back was his long gun. If he got close to the target, he’d have to go in with a different approach, throwing out a lightsaber here was not going to be the best. Lucky though, his armor was reinforced with cortosis weave, and that would save him all sorts of pain later on.

He knew that the trail he was hunting was former Imperial, but he wasn’t sure if it was a Forcer. Probably was. They seemed to be the ones causing issues, and if it was, well would be easier to hunt down by Jared. Stepping into the saloon, it really was the only word for this little establishment. He didn’t have a mask on, hardly ever did, but his goggles were down around his neck.

Stepping up to the bar, he rested his long gun against the bar as he took a stool. Pulling out a few credits, it was the sign for Hopper to see what he coculd do about hacking the local systems. Placing a few of the coins on the bartop, he nodded with a passable Cheunh accent. “Whiskey.”

 

[Arashi Hagane]

He made a point of paying in credits and losing the chip not long after. They were traceable, and while it was a garbage process to procure a new one, it left fewer blips on a Galactic Map. Coruscant was one of those places he resolved only to visit once there was a chance of clearing the stains from his record.

Unfortunately, the people he needed to speak with made themselves scarce and less readily available than the ones who wanted to arrest him. That was why he camped out in the seedier undercity bar, toward the back and sequestered behind shadows. What burnt out remnants of his issued armor remained were hidden beneath ratty fabric, no different from any spacer. Largely he wore eclectic threads and fabric from his cultural homework.

Most people seemed amused that he would carry a blade that had no electronics or that was tangible rather than plasma. To him, the weight was right. He carried a heavy blaster pistol on his hip, but he was loathe to make any sort of use of it. Civilian population, lots of architecture- Corsicant wasn't the ideal venue for a firefight.

Mostly, he was not amused that no one had gotten back to him after he sent the encrypted message off. He wanted a time and place to meet the benefactor who could supposedly give him his life back. Every hour that passed made Arashi a bit more uncertain about whether or not this was a set up.

He could see why a Coruscanti man might feel that way, after everything that happened with the Sith Imperials.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The Hunter was definitely watching for people coming and going. What he was hoping for was to find his target, but if he found someone else going for the target? Well, he’d figure it out from there. Jared was a Starchaser, and as a result, that meant he worked for the Light, or the White as some would call it out on the Rim. He was working for the forces of good. A Jedi in lineage, and a Jensaarai in training, Jared bridged the gap, but was even more than both. He had his weapons, and his purpose.

Defending the Underground, that was what he was working towards now. He was like his father in that regard, but unlike his father, he wasn’t going to split hairs when it came to the Force and his allegiance there. He knew he was of the Light, and that was what mattered. What he did notice was the new comer, with a sword? Jared was working on one, had a few Force practices lined up to assist his father when the forging came. All he needed was the materials.

As his whiskey was served, he looked to the bartender. “Any news anyone should know about coming through here? Big spenders? Big talkers?” Jared asked plainly. It was clear the man was a hunter, but for what, and who, it didn’t matter. The bartender considered his words for a moment.

“Not really. Passersby but no one of note. Imperial shuttles leave daily. Though.. there was a private vessel that arrived a few days off.” He took a second. “Still here I believe.” The bartender nodded out the door, then made his way to the new entry.

Arashi Hagane