Character
Location: Capital City of Rian, Frego
Tags: [OPEN]
Truth be told, when Talon was first briefed on how twisted this planet used to be, the Jedi didn’t anticipate for some of the practices to still hold a grip upon the city. With how the Galactic Alliance had their influence spread so far as to absorb Frego, it was a wonder how the crime rates would still exist. The simple answer that Talon knew very well was that so long as civilization exists, as long as order exists, there will be those who resort to crime. In this particular case Talon is a bit worried.
Slumped off to the side with only a worn and tattered cloak with a hood draped over his face. His hand clutched rather loosely around the neck of a bottle as the very air around him reeked of booze. Not the poodoo quality kind either, but rather the sweet taste of rum-equivalent as the Jedi took a swig out from the bottle. His rough hands bandaged in torn handwraps, and hidden under the tattered folds of his cloak was his trusted lightsaber. His mission in these parts involved the suspected transportation of dangerous people being smuggled onto the planet of Frego. Only difference was that nobody could prepare him for what he had seen.
Across the dark street, about half a klick away from Talon, was a trio of humanoid figures that escorted a shackled Abyssin down the alleyways. They only glanced down the street when they noticed Talon’s slumped form. Fortunately they didn’t pay him much heed before they headed towards a building and knocked on the door. Little did they know that Talon had recorded the incident, as the door opened and they all walked inside.
As much as Talon would rather bust in and toss a hydrospanner in their plans. That abyssin made Talon concerned as to what their plans were and whether this operation was part of something bigger in Frego. Later that night, as he patiently waited for the people to come out, eventually the three humanoids stepped out of the building without the abyssin. Their faces covered to prevent identification, and they were cautious even as they were leaving. Talon pulled a convincing sleeping drunk thankfully or else he’d be under suspicion as well.
Once they were gone, Talon attempted to scout the building in question, but there was only one entrance and one exit with no knowledge as to what the layout would be. Talon’s expression grew grim at the lack of further information. One thing was for certain, with the abyssin involved it would simply be safer if there was another capable of handling themselves to join in the efforts.
Later on, Talon contacted the Jedi Order as he gave his report and requested aid for the mission. Afterwards the dark haired jedi could be found at some local cantina as he was drinking the bourbon as he watched the holoterminal that had some kind of sport on display. The taste was there, the kick was the same albeit a tolerance was built up, however the alcohol doesn’t give him the same effect that would scream drunk. His mind was still clear as crystal and his senses were still keen as he sat at the bar counter. Garbed in his poor condition of clothing with the aura of booze, easily overlooked as aside from his attractive face nobody would suspect that he was a Jedi.
Tags: [OPEN]
Truth be told, when Talon was first briefed on how twisted this planet used to be, the Jedi didn’t anticipate for some of the practices to still hold a grip upon the city. With how the Galactic Alliance had their influence spread so far as to absorb Frego, it was a wonder how the crime rates would still exist. The simple answer that Talon knew very well was that so long as civilization exists, as long as order exists, there will be those who resort to crime. In this particular case Talon is a bit worried.
Slumped off to the side with only a worn and tattered cloak with a hood draped over his face. His hand clutched rather loosely around the neck of a bottle as the very air around him reeked of booze. Not the poodoo quality kind either, but rather the sweet taste of rum-equivalent as the Jedi took a swig out from the bottle. His rough hands bandaged in torn handwraps, and hidden under the tattered folds of his cloak was his trusted lightsaber. His mission in these parts involved the suspected transportation of dangerous people being smuggled onto the planet of Frego. Only difference was that nobody could prepare him for what he had seen.
Across the dark street, about half a klick away from Talon, was a trio of humanoid figures that escorted a shackled Abyssin down the alleyways. They only glanced down the street when they noticed Talon’s slumped form. Fortunately they didn’t pay him much heed before they headed towards a building and knocked on the door. Little did they know that Talon had recorded the incident, as the door opened and they all walked inside.
As much as Talon would rather bust in and toss a hydrospanner in their plans. That abyssin made Talon concerned as to what their plans were and whether this operation was part of something bigger in Frego. Later that night, as he patiently waited for the people to come out, eventually the three humanoids stepped out of the building without the abyssin. Their faces covered to prevent identification, and they were cautious even as they were leaving. Talon pulled a convincing sleeping drunk thankfully or else he’d be under suspicion as well.
Once they were gone, Talon attempted to scout the building in question, but there was only one entrance and one exit with no knowledge as to what the layout would be. Talon’s expression grew grim at the lack of further information. One thing was for certain, with the abyssin involved it would simply be safer if there was another capable of handling themselves to join in the efforts.
Later on, Talon contacted the Jedi Order as he gave his report and requested aid for the mission. Afterwards the dark haired jedi could be found at some local cantina as he was drinking the bourbon as he watched the holoterminal that had some kind of sport on display. The taste was there, the kick was the same albeit a tolerance was built up, however the alcohol doesn’t give him the same effect that would scream drunk. His mind was still clear as crystal and his senses were still keen as he sat at the bar counter. Garbed in his poor condition of clothing with the aura of booze, easily overlooked as aside from his attractive face nobody would suspect that he was a Jedi.
