Private The Elderly

[Garric Wrennar]

It had been about 2 weeks since Garric Wrennar was freed from carbonite. He felt he had settled back into the Jedi Order, glad that it was similar to what it was in his time, even if it was different in other areas. Over the last few days, however, he had been preparing to go on a minor mission on Coruscant, to the lower levels and investigate some strange reports. They were all different, but they were a way to get him familiar with the Coruscant undercity.

Garric was currently on his way down to the lower levels, wearing his usual outfit without the Jedi robes. His scabbard with his saber's hilt rest in his belt as he kept his left hand on it at all times. He began his investigation into the reports early that morning and solved some cases, helped with others, but couldn't do either with others. This continued until it was around dusk and as he was about to make his way back to his transport, he suddenly felt something dark nearby.

He turned on his heals and began to follow where he felt the presence come from until he eventually came across an apartment building. One that seemed to no longer be in business, but still held occupants inside. One feeling very dark and powerful, from what the aging Jedi sensed. He made his way into the building to search for the source.

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Darth Moskvin

 

[Darth Moskvin]

THE ELDERLY

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -

Hypnotize - S.O.D. -

"Boys," I said sitting down on a chair that witnessed better days behind a desk who shared the same qualities with the chair, propping my feet on the litter scarred desktop. "I do not make the rules, nor am I involved in the proceedings around the agreement which you are in breach of."

Lucky me, I had been asked by the Council of the Sith Ascendant to come to Coruscant and determine why the shipments of certain rare and invaluable gems had been delivered as agreed upon. Payment, as I'm to understand, was made; several hundreds of thousand credits exchanging hands. But no gems. I have a legendary distaste for cities, especially those of the ecumenopolis nature, being more of a swamp and jungle girl, so needless to say my ire was just a bit on the brink of exploding.

"I'm a very simple girl, so can one of you tell me where the crates are? Just indulge me, please?" I watched the three men look around at one another, neither knowing what to say. I could sense they were more afraid of telling me than of me, and I did not appreciate playing second best. "Very well." A blue and purple like energy began dancing across the fingertips of my left hand, the stench of burnt flesh mingled with the aroma from the ionized energy, waft around the room a split second before releasing the pent of lightening on one of the men. I held him in the throes of being electrocuted alive for a few seconds, until my point was made, and halted the Force attack.

"Well?" Fear is a very powerful motivator, especially if the fear involves the potential of death occurring. The two men who were not recovering from the painful electrical assault, whose body was still smoking partially, began talking over one another. Between their rambling and jumbling, I pieced together that the crates had been stolen by a new player in the Coruscant Underworld, and said player was not in the business of shedding cares of whom he took from. Well, I would see about that, because I, too, belong in that same business of not caring.

Garric Wrennar​

 

[Garric Wrennar]

Garric moved through the building, walking past a fair amount of individuals who had taken up shelter in the building. While he was tempted to be charitable, the stink eye he was being given by them all was an indication that his help was most likely not welcomed nor wanted. So, he carried on, going floor after floor as he followed the dark presence he felt stick out in the area. After walking up 4 levels, about halfway up the abandoned building, he felt the presence intensify on his current floor.

He narrowed his eyes and steadied his grip on his scabbard, ready to draw his lightsaber from it at a moment's notice. He moved along the floor of the building, it being strangely empty compared to the other floors where there were at least others there. He rounded a corner as he heard the lingering cries of pain coming from one of the rooms. He approached it and could feel the source of his disturbance inside. He knocked on the door before moving his hand to the hilt of his blade, ready to draw it.

"Excuse me, someone in there? I heard screams, is everything alright?"

His voice was steady and firm, making it clear he'd be coming in whether prompted or not.

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Darth Moskvin