First Reply Further On Up The Road

[Feydrik Munin]

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===[ CORUSCANT TRANSIT AUTHORITY ]===
===[ PLATFORM 42 - LOWER LEVELS HUB ]===
===[ SECTOR: 1267| LEVEL: D-22 | TIME: 3017.46 CST ]===

SYSTEM STATUS: OPERATIONAL
WEATHER: ATMOSPHERIC HAZE, ACID MIST WARNING IN EFFECT
SECURITY LEVEL: MODERATE (CIVILIAN PATROLS ACTIVE)

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[INCOMING TRANSPORT FEED :: LINE DELTA-9]

TRAIN ID: CT-991-TRN
ARRIVAL TIME: 3017.48 CST
ORIGIN: UPPER SPIRE - SECTOR 008

>> STATUS: SLIGHT DELAY (RE-ROUTE VIA TUBULAR A-6)

NOTICE: PRIORITY PASSENGERS ONBOARD – ENFORCER ESCORT

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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.

 

[Emery Lloren]

Further On Up The Road

"Sometimes the best thing in the world is a good book and a warm plate of food."
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Equipment — Coded datapad, a holo-book, his Lightsaber.

Clothing — Casual civilian clothing.

Theme — SimpsonWave1995
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Emery stood a few paces down the platform, hands in his coat pockets as the audio announcement faded into the usual low thrum of city noise. Trains ran late. Lights flickered. People pretended not to notice.

He didn’t seem particularly concerned—just watching, eyes following the scattered reflections in the plexiglass barrier across the tracks.

Eventually, he glanced toward the armored figure seated on the bench. The helmet beside him stood out more than the man himself, but it was the stillness that caught Emery’s attention.

"If you're waiting for it to be on time, you might be here a while." The words were offered evenly, not unkind. "Coruscant runs on its own logic. Doesn't always make sense to the rest of us."

His tone suggested familiarity with that feeling—of being caught in a system that never quite bent to the shape of a person.

He didn’t linger too close. Just enough to be heard, just enough to be noticed, if the other man wanted to notice.

Tag — Feydrik Munin

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[Feydrik Munin]

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===[ CORUSCANT TRANSIT AUTHORITY ]===
===[ PLATFORM 42 - LOWER LEVELS HUB ]===
===[ SECTOR: 1267| LEVEL: D-22 | TIME: 3017.46 CST ]===

Trouble Man

Emery Lloren​

He let out a long sigh when the younger man spoke up. Normally, the thought of anyone who wasn't a Mandalorian speaking to him disgusted him.

But, alas, they were both in the same boat. Stuck, waiting for the train.

"Coruscant barely seems to run at all."

The Alliance, Coruscant, these large places- they seemed to have an overwhelming acceptance of failure, incompetence, ineptitude.

 

[Emery Lloren]

Further On Up The Road

"Sometimes the best thing in the world is a good book and a warm plate of food."
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Equipment — Coded datapad, a holo-book, his Lightsaber.

Clothing — Casual civilian clothing.

Theme — SimpsonWave1995
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Emery’s gaze slid sideways toward the man on the bench. The sigh hadn’t gone unnoticed, nor had the comment that followed. He didn’t offer a smile—didn’t seem the type—but there was a flicker of understanding in the way he shifted his stance, adjusting the strap of the bag slung across one shoulder.

“Coruscant barely seems to run at all.”

The words rang true enough.

Emery let the silence stretch a moment, then spoke, his voice calm, low.

“Feels like it runs on memory more than design. Like the systems haven’t been touched since the last dozen regimes, just patched over again and again until no one remembers how they’re supposed to work.”

He wasn’t complaining, exactly. Just remarking. The way one might if the ceiling was leaking and everyone had decided to simply move the furniture.

A dull mechanical clunk echoed from deeper in the tunnel. Still no train.

He glanced toward the static display board overhead, then back toward the Mandalorian. The armor—what parts of it he could see—spoke of someone used to more decisive structures, and Emery imagined standing still like this didn’t come easy.

“But then again,” he added, “a place this big doesn’t fall apart overnight. There’s just always something slipping through the cracks while no one’s looking.”

His tone was more thoughtful than cynical, though there was a quiet thread of realism woven in.

“You headed somewhere specific, or just trying to get off-world before something else breaks?”

Tag — Feydrik Munin

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[Feydrik Munin]

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Yes, something slipped through the cracks.

An enemy of the Alliance, a killer of Jedi, a murderer, a rampaging warmonger- slipped through the cracks. But how funny, for all of Feydrik's strengths and feats and violence, he too, was at the mercy of the timeliness of a train.

"Hm. No, not particularly anywhere specific- just trying to get out of the system, really. I do not feel... welcome here." The man who had slaughtered dozens of Alliance soldier and several Jedi at this point-

Rightly felt that he should leave.

"I passed several old flags in the lower parts of Coruscant. I wonder- if any of them even know if something changes in the levels far above them."

 

[Emery Lloren]

Further On Up The Road

"Sometimes the best thing in the world is a good book and a warm plate of food."
________

Equipment — Coded datapad, a holo-book, his Lightsaber.

Clothing — Casual civilian clothing.

Theme — SimpsonWave1995
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Emery let the silence linger for a breath longer than necessary, then glanced down the tunnel again as if expecting the train to arrive early just this once. It didn’t.

“Most don’t,” he said, voice quiet but even. “The levels don’t talk to each other. Not really. Too much noise in between.”

He turned slightly, enough to study the stranger beside him—just a glance, not a challenge.

“Still, the ones who do notice... they tend to remember the wrong things. Forget the ones that matter.” A pause, then the faintest edge of a smile. “Funny how that works.”

His gaze shifted back down the tracks.

“You’re not the only one who doesn’t feel welcome. City’s good at that. Makes ghosts out of whoever it can’t label cleanly.” A tap of his fingers against his coat pocket. “Leaving’s the easy part. Knowing when to stop running—” He let that trail off, eyes narrowing at a flicker of light in the tunnel.

“—a little trickier.”

Tag — Feydrik Munin

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[Feydrik Munin]

Emery Lloren

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The light was coming at the end of the tunnel, but nothing came after a moment, a spell of hope that their train would be on time.

His gaze, his inspection into the man sitting near him would return one thing, even without the force:

He was a killer.

"They are coming, you know." He looked up to the sky, rising to a stand, holding his helmet idly in his hands. "Another flag, another scheme, another Empire will wash over Coruscant, mark my words. Sooner, rather than later from what I understand." He looked down at the helmet in his hands.

"All these Empires fighting over this cesspool of a planet. It never makes or made much sense to me. Such a waste of time."

Though- the Crusader in him wanted to make the entire planet tremble in fear, a battle worthy of having. A true challenge to assault Coruscant. If only.

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