Private To Travel Far and Wide

[Lirka Ka]

CORUSCANT

Coruscant, ever vast. Ever scarred by war. A trillion souls all crammed within the metal labyrinth. It was easy to get lost. It was rarely so difficult for all sorts of nefarious little creatures to slip. Especially in this new Age of the Sith, the Dark Side ascendant and its many little monsters that followed in its wake.

The notion of a Sith controlled Coruscant was a fascinating prospect to Lirka. The galactic center was not a place she oft prowled with how long it had been a center of the Jedi's might. Alas. Today would be no different, to be a Dark Councillor was to be a busy beast. But the most wicked of monsters possesses plenty an ability to get where they needed to be, especially one so steeped in the ancient ways of Holy Rhand like herself.

A Pawn would prowl these streets for her today. At a glance, but a man. Clad in a grimy cloak, looking up and around at all that is astonishing in this place so bristling with life. But a propagation of the dark desires of Sith that laid far away behind the ever mysterious Blackwall, and the evils within.

But a Pawn's purpose was a simple one. A tendril of inky blackness to prowl and hunt where its master could not - in a place as large as Coruscant, it certainly took a little luck for a hunter to find its quarry. Yet, time was of no object to the machinations of the dark side. Like a pilgrim upon Jutrand the Pawn walked among the crowds, drawn to the edifices of the planet's current occupiers: process of elimination was always a good way to find a person of interest.

Acier Moonbound

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[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Coruscant

Equipment:
Vanguard Robes | Lightsaber | Shoto | Cybernetic Arm | Tic

Coruscant swallowed people whole. Among the trillions moving through its endless streets, one more hooded traveler meant nothing. That anonymity was keeping Ace alive right now.

A weathered brown cloak concealed most of his frame, its hood shadowing the pale locs that framed his face. His cybernetic left hand rested beneath the folds of the fabric, never far from the lightsaber at his hip. Outwardly, he was unremarkable.

His presence on Coruscant had been Lorn's decision. If someone hidden within the Sith Order truly wished to make contact with the Vanguard, then there was no one better suited to meet them than someone who had spent months living as one of the enemy.

The mission itself carried no shortage of risk. Coruscant was the capital of the Sith Covenant, and crossing paths with the wrong acolyte, Knight, or Lord wasn't impossible. Months spent rising through their ranks had earned him power, responsibility... and recognition. Drawing attention was not an option.

As he walked, Ace deliberately drew his presence inward, reducing his imprint upon the Force to little more than a whisper. It wouldn't make him invisible, but amidst the countless lives flowing through the city, it was enough to avoid standing out.

Months spent with a bounty on his head had taught him how to disappear into crowds, how to watch reflections instead of turning his head, and how to recognize when someone else's pace began matching his own. Even now, a fugitive from the High Republic, those instincts remained second nature.

Dark eyes wandered across storefront windows and polished transparisteel, searching reflections more often than the streets themselves. Every route, every intersection, every passerby was quietly assessed without ever breaking stride.

Most people moved with purpose. Workers heading home. Merchants closing their stalls. Travelers trying to reach the next transit platform before the doors sealed shut.

But one figure stood out. Hooded, much like himself. Not stationary, but never seeming particularly committed to any destination either. They drifted with the crowds, paused, moved on again. Searching for something... or someone.

Ace didn't look twice. He simply shelved the observation and continued walking.

Lirka Ka​

 

[Lirka Ka]

A traitor? A madman? The prospects were endless. But strange things happened in the Galaxy endlessly. Was it truly so maddening that there was a dissident voice behind the Blackwall that trapped and shrouded the evil of the Sith? Time would certainly tell. Off in a faraway land, Lirka reaped the benefits of her Rhandite ways - a Pawn was like a window that allowed one to gaze far and wide. To the uninitiated, it might have seemed just another of the trillion of miserable and dejected souls in the Galaxy.

But there were tells. Small things. Glimmers to pierce the shroud of mystery - to show oneself as an outsider. Coruscant for all its vastness was a place suffocated by the mundane existence of the common-folk, it was wonder at what most might've simply walked by. Draped in their heavy cloak, the Pawn lingered at market stands longer than one might've, looking towards the sky at gleaming advertisements. To be a man walking with no purpose on a world driven by the purposeful.

With these sort of hush-hush dealings, there was no way of knowing what Lirka was to actually be looking for. But thankfully she was a skilled enough puppeteer to draw enough attention to a watchful eye. And any minion of the Jedi she certainly expected to be watchful, especially so deep within the depths of Sith territory like Coruscant.

The pawn quickly turned on his heels as some new bauble caught "his" eye - opening up some of what laid hidden underneath that cloak, it was only a brief flash.

The symbol of the southern Sith, the monsters behind the Wall.

Acier Moonbound

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[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Coruscant

Equipment:
Vanguard Robes | Lightsaber | Shoto | Cybernetic Arm | Tic

Several minutes passed without incident. The crowds ebbed and flowed around him, swallowing faces as quickly as they revealed them. Ace made no effort to seek the hooded figure out again. If they were nothing more than another traveler, there was no sense wasting thought on them.

Then movement caught the edge of his vision. The same hooded figure, turning as though some new curiosity had stolen their attention, and for the briefest instant, the folds of the garment shifted.

There. The insignia of the southern Sith. Ace neither slowed nor turned his head. If the display had been intended for him, then whoever wore the cloak would be watching for a reaction.

So he gave them one. At the next intersection, he veered from the main thoroughfare into a quieter commercial district, where the evening crowds thinned and the streets offered more than one way out. Storefronts lined either side of the avenue.

If the signal had been meant for him... the next move belonged to the figure behind him.

Lirka Ka​