nightshrike
The Sacking of Coruscant, the great betrayal, changed the way Dag viewed the galaxy. A little more vigilant, a little more cautious, a little distrustful. Bold but not as reckless as he was before. Time devoted to preparations and planning had substantially increased and in inverse proportion so his tolerance for evil decreased. Taking all this Jedi Watchman role thing a little more seriously. Rough justice had become a little rougher. Little by little the line had skewed, drifted.
So when his little birds, be it those of technological nature or straight-up informants, turned up with the news that a Jedi was arriving on Denon - he moved to act. Quickly he diverted from his usual nighttime patrol to the spaceport where the Jedi was to arrive, soaring from rooftop to rooftop. This was one of the medium-sized spaceports around the City, not as busy as the largest but neither was it as subtle and barren as the small ones. Security was tight - as one would expect from a corporate-run world - but not anything the raven-haired Jedi could not bypass.
Gate 34.
Customs' officer handling the gate wasn't expecting a man coming down from the vents. A wave of the Jedi's hands and her instincts were dulled and her mind was temporarily confused to the point the officer renamed the arrival's name from the list to that of his fourth cousin she'd met once on Life Day seven years back. To whom it may concern, Valery Noble was not a name any paper runner would see in today's manifest of arrivals. A bit of work on the security camera's tapes with Yula's gadgets and Dagon Kaze's pretty face was never here.
When the ramp of her ship lowered, she would see his leather jacket-clad form leaning on the gate's door with arms crossed and a thin, lopsided smirk.
"It's a long way to my city, Val... can't say I've been expecting you." look, he rarely checks his voicemail, alright?
So when his little birds, be it those of technological nature or straight-up informants, turned up with the news that a Jedi was arriving on Denon - he moved to act. Quickly he diverted from his usual nighttime patrol to the spaceport where the Jedi was to arrive, soaring from rooftop to rooftop. This was one of the medium-sized spaceports around the City, not as busy as the largest but neither was it as subtle and barren as the small ones. Security was tight - as one would expect from a corporate-run world - but not anything the raven-haired Jedi could not bypass.
Gate 34.
Customs' officer handling the gate wasn't expecting a man coming down from the vents. A wave of the Jedi's hands and her instincts were dulled and her mind was temporarily confused to the point the officer renamed the arrival's name from the list to that of his fourth cousin she'd met once on Life Day seven years back. To whom it may concern, Valery Noble was not a name any paper runner would see in today's manifest of arrivals. A bit of work on the security camera's tapes with Yula's gadgets and Dagon Kaze's pretty face was never here.
When the ramp of her ship lowered, she would see his leather jacket-clad form leaning on the gate's door with arms crossed and a thin, lopsided smirk.
"It's a long way to my city, Val... can't say I've been expecting you." look, he rarely checks his voicemail, alright?
