
Cloud City
Bespin, Anoat Sector
He had been sent to Cloud City, the capital Tibanna Gas mining facility of Bespin. It was far away from Sanctum space, but with news reaching them that the First Order were starting to manipulate the gas and establish slave pens around the facility for their own gain, it bugged him. Not on a Jedi level, but a personal level. It just irked him enough to warrant him taking an un-marked shuttle through the space lanes to simply get a feel for the city and the state of things.
The city was thriving, that much was sure. Leaving his crimson cowl behind, he instead walked with his navy tunic, sleeves rolled up and three brown belts to give the impression of an alchemist or researcher out to mind his own business. He had also opted to forgo the lightsaber hilt. Losing the Skywalker hilt to the faction that wanted to be just what Darth Vader had helped form was too ironic even for him.
The landing pad on the city outskirt provided a stunning view out into the clouds and planet below as a warm breeze greeted him. There was no immediate agenda, but if worse came to the worse, he would fight back. Even here, on the pad, he noted a white armoured Stormtrooper standing outside to enforce that iron grip over a once peaceful world.
Get in, get what he needed, don’t talk to anyone or ruffle any feathers, get out. Simple.
But this was Connor Harrison – nothing was ever “simple” when he was around.
[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Asemir Lor'kora"]