Embrace Violence
===[ PLATFORM 42 - LOWER LEVELS HUB ]===
===[ SECTOR: 1267| LEVEL: D-22 | TIME: 3017.46 CST ]===
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[INCOMING TRANSPORT FEED :: LINE DELTA-9]
>> STATUS: SLIGHT DELAY (RE-ROUTE VIA TUBULAR A-6)
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[AUDIO BROADCAST :: PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT]
"Please remain behind the yellow line. Mind the gap. Surveillance drones are active for your safety."
Feydrik leaned his head back, uncharacteristically not wearing his helmet. It was sat beside him, on the bench. The train was delayed.
Of course it was.
Of all the hubbub about the Alliance's so-called efficiency and grace, every Alliance world that he had come across seemed to be in a state of disrepair, delay, or ineffiency. Perhaps it was because nobody was threatening them with punishment- leniency bred complacency, and complacency bred ineptitude, and ineptitude-
Bred delayed trains.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes. He was tired. He was almost done, and off this wretched, vile planet.
Almost.
Just a train ride away.
Feydrik had little to worry about thus far about CorSec or Alliance interference. Thus far, the Alliance hadn't detected him, or perhaps cared to. Not that he was easy to spot. He was another Mandalorian among thousands, and without any of the true identifiers that only certain people were privy to- he simply walked through Coruscant unaccosted. For the moment. Things could always change. Or perhaps they were letting him pass without a hiccup, without a scene.
Thus far, he was well behaved. That might've been it as well. He had simply come to Coruscant, done his business, and was preparing to leave. But now- he was stuck, delayed, and more importantly- growing bored and restless.