Moonlighter
Cato hadn't left Nar Shaddaa in over a year at least. To no one's surprise, playing dress-up as the Jedi watchman of a moon synonymous with irreparable crime was a time consuming project. His title had never been official, but word was finally spreading among the underbelly: A masked vigilante, on a crusade to dismantle the system in whatever way presented itself. The schedule got busier. And the list of enemies grew longer.
So long, in fact, that he was finally forced to pursue a lead off-world. Some crime boss with ties to Denon decided he'd make a hasty retreat when the Jedi busted down his door. Maybe thought the Jedi wouldn't follow. Or maybe just thought he'd be safer here. But Cato wasn't content to let his hunt grow cold. If he could bring him down, it would have significant ramifications for his turf on Nar Shaddaa. And that was a very appealing sentiment.
On the surface, Denon was certainly cleaner than Narsh, at least. Not that it was a high bar to begin with. He was surprised to find how much cleaner the air felt in comparison, after silently suffering the acidic burn of endless pollution for as long as he had. From a rooftop, the Jedi knight loomed over his prey; A collection of hoodlums sporting the mark of a certain crime boss. As they entered into a darkened alley, he took his cue. Cato rose and spread his arms out, letting his jacket fly from his shoulders, and leaving behind only a prototype suit, finally ready for a field test.
It was black, form-fitting, and aside from a few rudimentary gadgets, sporting a relatively minimalist design that helped keep him fast and quiet while providing at least a basic level of defense. Something to improve on, but for now, he would make do. To complete the look, Cato pulled a full mask over his face, adorned with lenses that activated with a faint green glow.
He leapt down, the dampening pads on his boots eliminating nearly all sound from the landing. Under the mask he grinned, and approached his soon-to-be informants from the cover of shadow.
So long, in fact, that he was finally forced to pursue a lead off-world. Some crime boss with ties to Denon decided he'd make a hasty retreat when the Jedi busted down his door. Maybe thought the Jedi wouldn't follow. Or maybe just thought he'd be safer here. But Cato wasn't content to let his hunt grow cold. If he could bring him down, it would have significant ramifications for his turf on Nar Shaddaa. And that was a very appealing sentiment.
On the surface, Denon was certainly cleaner than Narsh, at least. Not that it was a high bar to begin with. He was surprised to find how much cleaner the air felt in comparison, after silently suffering the acidic burn of endless pollution for as long as he had. From a rooftop, the Jedi knight loomed over his prey; A collection of hoodlums sporting the mark of a certain crime boss. As they entered into a darkened alley, he took his cue. Cato rose and spread his arms out, letting his jacket fly from his shoulders, and leaving behind only a prototype suit, finally ready for a field test.
It was black, form-fitting, and aside from a few rudimentary gadgets, sporting a relatively minimalist design that helped keep him fast and quiet while providing at least a basic level of defense. Something to improve on, but for now, he would make do. To complete the look, Cato pulled a full mask over his face, adorned with lenses that activated with a faint green glow.
He leapt down, the dampening pads on his boots eliminating nearly all sound from the landing. Under the mask he grinned, and approached his soon-to-be informants from the cover of shadow.