Note: I would prefer someone of lightside or neutral alignment to RP with in this thread, simply because I think it will help me to get a feel for Tycho more than RPing with a fellow darkside aligned character.

ANSION - City Streets
It was a world where he found similarity. Outside of the major cities and villages were a people that lived a lifestyle similar to his own. They moved as they needed to and never settled for the constant of living in the same place. While he'd found them interesting, it was inevitable that he ventured into the cities as well, considering his desire for further knowledge was never satiated. He wore his armor and mask here. Not because he figured on being attacked or having to defend himself, but because it was easier to watch people when they didn't know they were being watched. He studied them, wondering what could make them desire to live stacked on top of each other, surrounded by people they didn't know and had no relation to. Why live in wonder of what the person beside you might be willing to do to you if the opportunity arose? Not to mention such close proximity seemed to breed crime. Perhaps that was just the nature of beings when opportunity arises.
The nomadic peoples had little to no crime among them unless outsiders brought it to them, but in the city it seemed rampant. Several times he watched pickpockets go unnoticed. Even though security forces walked among the people, it didn't stop thieves. Part of him wondered if the security forces were paid to look the other way when it came to lesser crimes. Perhaps allowing those crimes to occur kept vagrancy levels down. He didn't see any homeless about, which either meant the people of the city made an effort to take care of them, or there wasn't any reason for people to be homeless. If one can pick the pockets of the rich without notice, and security does nothing about it, then it would be easy to afford a roof and food, he thought to himself as he watched a young woman bump into someone and politely excuse herself with their money.
He walked onward and continued observing until a situation arose where he could no longer merely observe. Much like when he was younger, he found it distasteful the way people used one another. Brothers turning on brothers. Sisters turning on sisters. Neighbor against neighbor. This was not how people should act. It was fundamentally wrong, and that wrong was exactly what drove him to be who he was. Not to right all the wrongs of the galaxy, no, that was the "supposed" way of the Jedi. They claimed to be peacemakers, to be mediators, but the ones he'd seen were just as destructive as the people they fought. Most often they made effort to do grievous damage to the infrastructure of worlds simply because of what governmental order oversaw that world. Travesty. Degeneracy. Lies. Jedi were not the good guys people thought they were. They weren't the good they believed themselves to be. They were tools of governments intent on portraying a semblance of law and justice, but in reality, were manipulated by bureaucrats and autocrats.
His current allegiance was to an Empire that made no lies about what it was. Law and Order were the only solutions to the ills of the galaxy, and while the Dark Empire was not perfect in its pursuit of it, it showed more promise than the other galactic powers.
But now he stood before a young man, who floated in the air in front of him with fingers, fingers that had done harm, grasping at the invisible hand around his throat. Tycho watched him calmly from within his helm, wondering how long he would struggle against the inevitable. A mere flick of his fingers could end the man instantly, but he wanted to see how much willpower the man had considering what he'd witnessed him do. It was wicked, what he was doing to him, but wickedness is best repaid with wickedness, because the wicked do not search for or accept kindness. He tightened his grip on the man's throat very slowly. At first, he was merely holding him up, but as the minutes passed, air became harder and harder for him to suck into his underinflating lungs. It wouldn't take long for him to pass out or die, but how long would he fight it before accepting his fate? That was what made Tycho curious.
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