Underneath (Open to GA & Jedi)

[Roxana Cere]

- Coruscant -
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// 0900 HRS
// CURRENT LEVEL - 5120; EN ROUTE TOWARDS DESTINATION - 1313
// DIPLOMAT HOTEL
// UNSANCTIONED INVESTIGATION OF BIZARRE MURDERS

It was a typical mundane morning for Coruscant's populace; citizens socializing among themselves within crowded streets as the turbulence from hovercraft roared above and from the seemingly endless depths below, however it appeared to bother none as this was the norm for life of those native to such an expansive mega-city. There were many stories to be told about the bustling multilayered hellscape that many called home, everything ranging from daring criminal syndicates chancing upon fortune and opportunity to even stranger happenings only echoed upward from the very underbelly that harbored a vile and rotten number of horrors and acts. Of such rumors and speculation was a fast spreading tale of unprecedented murders being committed far down within one of the most undesirable levels - nightmarish findings of disemboweled cadavers, dismembered scum that no one would remember or care about if they went missing.

Down where the light is scarce and help is even less present does the darkness stir, and even stranger does the world become when wandering among streets forgotten by time and those privileged by the sunlight and cleaner air. Truly a wonder it was to delve deeper into territory sustained by blood and deceit - a haven for those rejected by society, either of their own volition or by disgust. There are those that simply do not complement the glamour and luxuries of higher class living, yet it could be argued that even the ones parading upon Coruscant's surface are just as mischievous and fork-tongued as the merchants and thieves crawling around the grit and grime like vermin.

Even as Roxana departed from the widely renowned Diplomat Hotel, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in disgust by the polluted air and foul mixture of odors emanating from elsewhere in her general location, despite the mask she wore over her face. Not being from the planet originally, she found herself a bit disoriented by the sheer volume of faces swarming to and from a maze-like series of streets and alleys all connecting across vast distances of a nearly endless jungle of durasteel and concrete. Being just on the fringe of becoming unbearable, the Jedi Guardian struggled to gather her thoughts as she navigated through swathes of different alien species all ranging in status and class. Street vendors speaking to the masses, attempting to sucker the less perceptive into purchasing shoddy trinkets and fake jewelry - business men and average workers standing in lines to get their hands on greasy, cheap concession grub. Finally finding herself in a clearing, Roxana looked upon a holopad built into the right arm of her armor, reviewing GPS coordinates that were supposed to point her towards a lift in order to descend further down into the lower chasms of Coruscant's underworld; and more importantly, a guide to assist her in such an endeavor. Whether they were trustworthy or not was to be seen, but for now it was one of the only leads she had to go on when regarding the mysterious nature of the swelling number of homicides taking place.

"Sithspit." Roxana said under her breath as she continued her trek eastbound through a rather narrow street passage, light beads of sweat beginning to form upon her face and forehead as the humidity in the air was becoming quite a bit discomforting, and her armor wasn't helping that fact. "This better be worth the trouble..."

 

[Leon Gallo]

Murder wasn't a pleasant subject. Particularly, these murders weren't pleasant subjects. Gruesome disembowelings, horrific images of dismembered corpses. Far from the best thing to have shown to you just after eating lunch. Still, when Leon heard that a group of Jedi were going to the lower levels to investigate, he felt he had to do something. Even if they were forgotten by most of the galaxy, or even their own planet, the victims were still people. People with lives and families.

Leon was waiting in the diplomat hotel for the rest of the Jedi to depart. He didn't wear armor, but instead he had his Jedi robes under his trench coat. A blaster pistol was in his belt instead of a lightsaber so he hardly looked the part of a Jedi. Unless the day's investigations went spectacularly well, Leon didn't expect to fight the killer, but it was better to have some weapon rather than none. especially here.


Roxana Cere

 

[Lon Vondon]

Location: Lon Vondon’s apartment En route to destination 1313


Having a long list of missions always kept Lon busy but there was something different about his latest case. Even though Lon has spent most of his life in Coruscant there was something to be said about having to deal with the seedy underbelly that was known by the locals as the “underneath”. Word on the street was that there had been three murders of three prominent senators had been committed at the lowest levels of Coruscant that’s written on his dossier. One can never be too careful with these types of missions.

Ideally Lon would not have taken this case (not that he didn’t have a choice in the matter) but because of the fragile political situation the council had asked for him to be part of the investigative team specifically due to strength in diplomatic relations with the planets that were involved being a silver Ambassador of the Silver Jedi Order helped too. The Council had arranged for him to meet with Fellow Jedi knight Roxana Cere and Padawan Leon Gallo and the sooner they complete the investigation the better to avoid scandal and ruin the tenuous relations that the Galactic Alliance had with planets involved. Due to the politically sensitive nature of the mission it would have to be unsanctioned this way the Council would have plausible deniability if this was ever known publicly.

Cursing under his breath for not having been assigned a a far simpler mission, it couldn’t be helped a job was still job and somebody had to do it. Lon put on his Silver Ambassador Robes, grabbed his lightsaber clasping it to the side of his robes pulled up the co-ordinates on his in-built comm-system and made his way down to the lower levels of the city.

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