Varren stood in the cockpit of his Gozanti-class cruiser with a condemning look on his face. It had been several weeks since the young Inquisitor had been awaken from his stasis sleep and since he has had little to occupy his time. Because of his lack of training his duties with The Imperial Remnant were few and far apart, leaving much time for training and meditation. But there was only so much meditation one could do before he would seek other ways to fill his time. Varren had found a way to fill his time that would both test the skills he had but also expand on the ones that were in decline. The duties of an Inquisitor were far different from a Sith Warrior, they required tact and stealth. Most importantly they required patience, a thing the former Sith did not have an abundance of.
The novice Inquisitor crossed his arms, the soft pull of his ship snapping his attention to the planet his cruiser slowly drifted over.
Coruscant. It had taken a lot of work and credits for Varren to secure the codes needed to land on this planet. Though Coruscant was under the jurisdiction of the Galactic Alliance it was too easy for a single vessel to slip by their meager defense measures. Wasting no time Varren began to transmit the codes to the planetary security, using the same transponder codes as a small mercenary sect that operated in the outer rim. He slipped into the pilot's seat and watched the screens carefully, prepared to make a swift getaway if necessary. A few moments passed and the transponder screen came alight with a green hue, showing that the security vessels were accepting his code. With a triumphant smirk Varren took hold of his ship's controls, aiming the vessel down towards the planet below.
The breach of Coruscant's atmosphere was a simple one once he had finally found himself flying over the mass city that created the planet he activated the ship's autopilot while he made his way out of the cockpit. I'll have to keep quiet. He mused as he walked to a bag he had tucked away in the cargo area. Coruscant was a dangerous place for a member of the Remnant to be, however it was also an easy planet to remain hidded if one was smart enough. Today he would find out just how smart he was....
He pulled off his Inquisitor's uniform, setting it aside as he rummaged in the bag before him. In place of his uniform he donned a pair of black jeans and a matching pilot's jacket, knowing they would be far less conspicuous compared to a uniform that literally had the Empire's seal on it.
After pulling on the disguise he tucked his uniform back into the bag where his civilian clothes had come from. The Inquisitor took hold of his lightsaber and exhaled before placing it in a pocket on the inside of his jacket. For the first time in weeks Varren's caramel skin and brown hair were open to the world, something he truly did not care for.
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