L E G A C Y
The rain never relented here. Day in, day out.
His hand stretched out into the open street as rain drops fell into his cradled grasp. Two blue orbs ignited in a brilliant glow, the subtle implants received in his younger days from the swoop gangs and troublemakers he’d run with were a reminder of where he came from. What he’d risen above.
The Jedi looked to his master, the man who had taken him under his wing since his return to Ashlan territory after captivity in the MAW. Heinrich Faust , the right hand of his uncle Cedric Grayson . Recently recovering from battle on Ession, his tutor had taken things slow. Both men had nothing to prove to another, veterans of combat in the Stygian Caldera and with the hot Hyperspace War expanding on a nightly basis there was no telling where they’d end up next.
Sometimes it was best to get some R&R…
..but why the hell here?
Something personal.
“What makes you think we will even find them in the sea of faces? Our contacts could only get us so far, we are in the heart of Darkwire.”