Private Under Cover of Knight

[Kyyrk]

Time was of the essence. Though he wished he had more time to mourn the passing of his son, Voph knew that he had no such luxury. His mission today was two-fold, but a single shared objective. In the aftermath of Tanaab, he had given away something dear to him. A Holocron. A dangerous holocron that, through no fault of its own, painted a target on whomever carried it. Voph had begun to lay the ground work to set a meeting. Unfortunately, that meeting happened to be in the heart of Coruscant. With the Imperium claiming dominion, he was walking into hostile territory.

But that wasn't what troubled him.

It was a simple objective. Get in, get the holocron, get out. But factors beyond his control told him not to do that. He was being hunted. The Imperium was not what concerned him, but what lurked on the dark edges of the galaxy. And should it learn that someone else held the Holocron, it would end...well, Voph didn't want to think about that. He knew Prenn had an apartment somewhere in the City, which was easy enough to locate. But he didn't want to meet her there. It was too dangerous. So he began to sow the seeds across the city. One giant coordinated message, both on the airwaves and off. There was a market near by Prenn's apartment. And for days, the market was always being mentioned in subtle ways. Along with a date, and a time. Never in the same message. Voph prayed that she would understand his meaning, and come.

And so he stood in the shadows of a building, concealed through the Force, and aided by his Shadow Armor. His hood was drawn, loose strands of hair falling in front of his face over the blindfold that served as his mantle. It was not the typical one he had worn, however. This one was a simple black cloth. A sign of mourning. His typical mantle had been buried with his son. He needed a new one, but it would be some time before he could devote the time.

Jedi, he could deal with. Empires, he could deal with. But he knew that if he was discovered, it would not end well. He had met Imperator Greyson before, but times changed. And given the man's blind hatred of Sith, he was not sure that a man calling himself Darth Voph would be welcomed with open arms. He served the common interest of the galaxy, but his methods would earn him no friends. Voph's brow furrowed as he spotted movement at the edge of the market. He pulled the Force around him as a cloak, and vanished from sight. It was time to make contact. The final message Prenn had received was far more direct than any he'd sent otherwise. "I need a second chance." He just hoped she would remember that referred to the Holocron...

Prennis Keeoli​

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Location: Marketplace stall }
{ Equipment: Outfit, holocron, holdout pistol }
{ Tag: Kyyrk }
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It wouldn't have been she didn't catch on, but Prennis might have thought nothing spectacular of the otherwise inconspicuous repetition had she not gone through some Shadow training on Kashyyyk. She sat crosslegged on a bench outside of a particularly busy tent stall off of the street market's main sidewalk. Since accepting the position of nurse practitioner within the newborn Grayson Imperium, Prennis had managed to find some comfort in seemingly, finally, accomplishing what she really had wanted to do after leaving the First Order, but any warm fulfillment she felt had melted away the moment she entered this marketplace. Something felt inherently wrong. There was something she didn't know.

Whatever it was, Voph had to be somehow wrapped up in it. The suggestion bore a hole for her heart further down into her gut. The fire of anxiety was almost unbearable, but fortunately not unignorable thus far. Why else would that phrase had been used - the same one had had spoken, charred in the burn unit and almost literally putting his life into her hands? She was confident because of it that the one reaching out was somehow him, so much so that Voph's holocron was safely buried in her tanned purse now, at her side. And, just in case it wasn't, as was a palm-sized holdout blaster pistol that she could now wield almost with the same surgical precision she did a syringe or scalpel.

In any case, which ever she needed, would become clearer in just a few minutes. Or, that's what she told herself as she glanced down at her chronometer.

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph moved silently through the crowd. When he was confident he was lost in the shuffle, he appeared to plain sight again, but this time as a middle-aged merchant. He walked casually along until he neared the bench Prenn was sitting on. "Lovely morning, eh?" The voice used was certainly not Voph's, nor did the individual look like Voph. He turned, and sat down on the bench next to Prenn. Lowing his voice to hardly a whisper, he spoke in his normal tone. "It's me. There's an abandoned shop behind us."

The facade of a merchant looked up towards the sky. "Fine day for business indeed. If only we could always be so lucky... Oh, do pardon me miss, I see the person I'm waiting for." With that, the merchant bounced back to his feet, and sauntered off into the crowd, vanishing from sight. Voph, of course, doubled back to the shop he had indicated earlier, making his way inside under the cover of the Force. His plan was to remove any reason that Prenn might suffer the consequences, but he still had to be careful until the fateful moment. His appearance reverted to normal, and he stood in a dark corner of the room. His armor was built for stealth, but he still felt safest in the shadows.

As Prenn entered the room, Voph's head turned towards her. "Prenn. I'm glad to see you in good health. I wish we could have met again under better circumstances, but time is not our friend right now. Do you have the Holocron?"

Prennis Keeoli ​