The senate district of Coruscant was unlike the majority of its levels.
It was clean, there was little if any crime with regular police patrols, the people could walk to their homes at night without much fear. Well, for now anyway, little did they know that there was a storm coming for them. All of them. It wasn't his little cult he was building out, but rather the shadow of the Sith Empire. It would come with fire and iron, destroying all in its path to break the Alliance at the height of its supposed power.
Quite an interesting thing to see and Jairus was looking forward to it.
But right now the Sith Lord was waiting patiently in the parking lot of Coruscant General. He needed drugs, lots of them, and one possible supplier was someone with a connection to Kaine Zambrano.
He'd still need to have a direct talk with the Dark Lord of the Sith, but that would come eventually.
Perhaps after his assault on Coruscant.
It felt amusing to him- standing in the shadows, watching as person after person departed the lot. They didn't see him. He didn't want them to. Until only a single speeder remained, presumably owned by this Doctor Farah. The only other remaining vehicle had already drifted up in the air five minutes ago. Large, gargantuan, Samson had recognized him -- mentalism didn't work on an epicanthix, unless you really tried very hard -- but said nothing.
Just that glance of concern for a moment, before the clone took his leave.
There were loyalties that went beyond friendship.
The click of shoes against the concrete drew his attention, the... zeltron (hrm) walking around the corner and towards their meeting place. "Doctor." Jairus would greet, stepping out of the alcove and in sight now. "Quaint place you had us meet."