Songbird
The Phantoms Yet Live

Coruscant.
A den of iniquity, of poison, of crime. The galaxies largest cesspool.
To say that Judgement hated it was technically accurate, but did not quite cover it. She hated everything about it, from it's dark underground to the high and mighty palaces, the anarchist had never found a worthy speck of dust on the planet.
And yet, there she was.
Judgement was on business for the Forceless Future Society, the relatively-new organization dead-set on wiping out all Force Users. She was there to kill a certain Sith, although she was slightly unsure why the group's leader, Theodore, had sent her; she didn't exactly blend in, after all. In fact, her mask was already receiving stares.
Knowing how crucial staying hidden was, Judgement had left her bodyguard, Dex, behind. Her mask was bad enough, but two masked people roaming the underbelly of Coruscant was sure to draw unneeded attention.
As she roamed the streets, looking for leads on her target, she saw one of the nearby terminals display a notice. . . with her mask above it.
"This is a reminder of the bounty placed on the terrorist group 'The Forceless Future Society'; these are pictures of the known members, spotted at the recent riot on Ession attributed to this group."
Judgement swore softly to herself.
She needed to get off the streets. Now.
She began walking quickly, hoping no one had spotted her.
[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]