Harland Gates
RETIRED
ANAXES

Auxiliary Jedi Temple
The unthinkable had happened. For as long as there had been a Jedi Order, it had been based on the core world of Coruscant, the city-planet. While it was also home to billions of other sentients the Galaxy over, it had been a refuge, a beacon, and a landmark for the Jedi. The Order of the Light Side, and a monument and testament to their strength, and enduring legacy. Now that world had been invaded by a new fresh conglomerate of vengeful Sith lords. Their bold proclamation to the Jedi had reigned down terror like never before, and sacked the city planet, dominating it to their will and forcing the Jedi to flee. It had never been done before, and that word had spread far and wide, as it rocked the Galaxy, and shattered the dreams of future Jedi for ages to come. If the Sith could band together and accomplish this, what other horrific feats of power were they capable of displaying? That wasn't exactly the notion that had taken a pilot from the depths of space, circling the outer-rim for nearly half a decade back into the core of the Galaxy. It wasn't so much a call to action, as it was like a wreck on the space-lane. You just had to come and watch, it was instinctual, even in the sense of a planet being robbed of it's millennial heritage and birthright. Enter one Harland Gates - a man who had been out to the edge of the Galaxy and back a time or two. A man who had shunned all that he had known for several years, so much that the boy he once was, was now lost inside a man who held a stone exterior. He'd picked up a few nicknames over his journeys, some of them unrepeatable, and some of them downright hilarious. One of the favorites was Iron Gate - a man who let no one in, and nothing out. He was a fortress in and of himself, but he got the job done. Any job really - anything that paid. He wasn't entirely picky, but he made good on his word, and he was handy to have around. The pilot of an older model ship, The Starbound moved through the atmosphere after having taken a short stop to the former planet of the Jedi and the Republic. A planet that he'd witnessed as quite a turn around. The Sith were doing more than a paint job to that place, and apparently they were not stopping. He was certain that it was going to cause quite a huff in the community he'd left behind.
Circling a star-port in the capital city, the ship landed quiet in the hangar bay, letting out billows of steam and mist as he checked his gear, and his weapons to fit snug and tight on his person. A casual garb of just cloth and leather, aside from a shirt that looked more vacation than it did anything else. He always had an heir of relaxation about him, and the shirt just seemed to fit with it's tropical fauna design underneath a leather jacket. The whine of his pistol echoed in the belly of his ship as he checked the charge, and then spun it into the holster for good measure. Never could be too careful, especially when you're aiming to head into Jedi territory. He wasn't thrilled about it, he generally put good distance between himself and the Order. He'd done that for many reasons years ago, but this even seemed to have pulled him back. It wasn't an issue of trying to sign back up. He was not some soldier come from the battlefield to herald the attack against the Sith. No, he had come here for one reason and one reason only. He just hoped he'd find her here.
"Keep the coast clear. Don't want to get locked if things go south." Hal informed a repair bot that he'd 'tweaked' so that it would simply obey commands and not bother him with endless banter. It also served as a nice sparring target now and again, much to the chagrin of the droid. Gates hit the ramp and clipped down the durasteel platform in leather boots causing a heel-toe staccato to ring out in the hangar as he smoothed back his hair a bit and looked into the glinting sunlight of Anaxes' horizon. The city was quite beautiful, it was no Coruscant, but it was easy on the eyes. Footfalls took the rogue out from the docking bay to one of the many hyperlanes that led in and out of the city proper, the citadel climbing high in the distance. One of the taxi faires pulled up not long after - and praise the Force was it not a bot. "Fist full-a credits you get me as close as you can to the Jedi. Got a meet and greet and don't wanna be stuck walking." Hal said in his usual non-chalant tone as he climbed on board. No sooner than he sat down was he whisked away across the expanse and towards the spire in the sky. A credit to the driver's on this planet, they didn't ask questions. They piloted your ass from wherever they picked you up, to exactly where you wanted to be. If that was straight into the heart of darkness, or on the cushy side of luxury, as long as they got credits, it did not matter. Good respectable honest folk, those were the ones he could get behind. It wasn't more than a few minutes until the sky cab stopped, and Gates forked over the loot before getting out. The spire was quite majestic, but it still paled in comparison to the Jedi Temple. He has half-glad that he wasn't having to adorn the steps of that edifice again, he'd much rather go to a place where he knew he wouldn't get noticed. Thumbs dug under the cut of his belt as he sauntered up towards the Citadel, as sapients went about their daily routine infront of a large open courtyard that emptied into a pair of gates currently stonewalling anyone who wanted to get closer without a permit. Then of course one of those lovable droids came just infront of Harland with a synthesized voice of pleasant greeting. :: Welcome Sir, how can I he...:: The voice short circuted as fingers gripped a voice emitter from the lower manible of the droid and tore it from the circuits.
"That looked important." Hal said with a grunt, glancing at the tech in his hands. "And annoying. I'm here to see whose in charge. How about you go ring a doorbell or something canner."
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