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[Hawkbat]

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Location: Coruscant
Equipment: Hawkbat Suit

Kayla's fingers hesitated over the cowl.

It lay on the table like a relic of another life; worn, black, and alien in a sense. The dim light from the cracked view-port caught the faint scarring along its edges, the proof of battles that seemed to belong to someone else. For a long time she just looked at it, listening to the distant hum of repulsorlifts above the sector. The people below the surface were given the worst deal by the rest of the galaxy. Any battle, engagement, bombing, always fell down onto the lower levels to deal with in the end.

There would hardly be any one there to help. To provide aid. Comfort. No, they were all on their own, the forgotten souls of this urban hellscape.

She could still taste the city in the air, metal, rain, and the faint acrid bite of ozone drifting down from the skylanes. The new leadership had taken charge, and with it, the cries of those who suffered under this new tyranny were silenced once again. The sounds of the streets she had grown familiar with was no more, the merchants shouted less, and even the gangs spoke in whispers now. But in the underlevels, the dark still breathed; even the Empire in all its might was limited down here.

She reached for the cowl. The surface was cold, stiff from disuse. It fit over her head with a quiet pull, the fabric settling into the familiar lines of her face. The world narrowed behind the tinted lenses, colors deepening into a sharp, crimson-tinged clarity. There would be no voice on the end of her comms now. Her father was gone, as were her friends; she was back to where it had all started.

Her heartbeat slowed. The street noise faded. She could feel the city again; its pulse.

Kayla was gone now.

The Hawkbat stood in her place.

She never should have left. It was a mistake. Her service to the Alliance, trying to work within the system. It was all for naught. It came down to the individual, to rally and motivate the others.

While she was no friend of the Empire, Hawkbat was larger than a simple ideology. It was a belief that no one should suffer injustice.

She had years of work to make up for, since her absence.

It would start tonight.

She rose, and strode to the walkway of the decaying landing pad, the structure creaking and groaning as she did so.

Once before, she had undergone a trial by fire.

She would do so again.

A burst of speed overtook her, she raced, armored soles thudding against the badly aged walkway; then she was falling.

Headfirst down into the lower levels of Coruscant.

Her body pulsed within the shell of her suit, her heart-beat thumping, her pupils dilated as the thrill of the action took hold.

It would be an eventful night, indeed.


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[Sahi]

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"A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, which flashes like a spark sun! A black eye is the best one"
- William Rounseville Alger -

Gear: In Sig
Location: Coruscant


The lower levels of Coruscant were ripe with criminal activity; were the mantra of 'only the strong survive' was sorely overplayed. Anywhere one looked, there was one form of crime being committed; from the lowly pickpocket to the heinous crime of murder. The authorities did little, and cared even less. Let the situation resolve itself. But it was always ripe with bounties placed upon the heads of those careless heathens not good enough to cover their tracks. And so it was here that Sahi stood, her golden eyes scanning the people; for one in particular actually.

Some poor sod, a male Rodian by the name of Grath, was wanted by both the Hutts and the Black Sun; and the credits placed on this fool's head was more than suitable to quench her thirst. She held a very low opinion of Coruscant, and her love even less. However, credits and favors given was more than enough to forgive herself for being in the streets looking for this Rodian. However, outside of his last known sighting down in lower Coruscant, there was not much to go on. And, she was an outsider of sorts; so information gathering would be difficult, possibly nearly impossible. But she had her ways to extract information, willing or not.

As she walked through the littered streets where the smell of unkempt bodies waft through the air like sickly perfume, and those same bodies who held no homes that dotted most of the section she was in watched her walk by with skepticism in their eyes. Sahi ignored their stares, she had a job to do. A job with little to go on. Still, she pushed through the stares, and now the occasional jeers, toward one of the local cantinas. Cantinas were always a great source of information, and more than anything; she needed as much of that drug she could get her hands on.

Hawkbat

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[Hawkbat]

Rebirth
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Location: Coruscant
Equipment: Hawkbat Suit

From the heights of the undercity, a black shape dove through the neon-soaked haze. The figure cut down between duracrete towers, cloak pressed tight against her body until she seemed more shadow than flesh. Coruscant's lower levels roared around her; speeders roaring, generators humming, the constant thrum of a city that never stopped in its noise making.

Hawkbat pulled out of her dive with practiced precision. Her eyes narrowed behind crimson lenses as the canyon floor rushed up to meet her. At the last possible instant, she snapped her wrist forward.

The grapple fired.

The line hissed into the dark, catching an iron beam half-hidden by cables. The momentum wrenched her body sideways, the jolt singing through her shoulders, but she rode the arc cleanly. Cloak flared wide in the swing, transforming her into a shadowed silhouette that passed unseen above the gutters.

She could recall there being an uptick in spice sales within the lower levels, but she wasn’t sure where exactly these sales were being conducted.

But she had a hunch…and with that, a place to start. So sticking to the shadows, she set off for the local cantina. After all, they were great places for information.
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