Courscant. A bustling city planet that seemed to never sleep. Each day was like anyother. Speeders flying around, cargo ships trudging on, A few people walked the streets of the great and magnificent upper city. However, below this great metropolis, lay a scums paradise of almost no rules. it seemed almost lawless, except for the few Jedi that patrolled down here. Every so often they would get into a fight with some backwater smuggler, or drunkard that wanted a challenge. Sadly for them they would lose. Even as I walked here, I saw one happening now. A Jedi Twi'lik was taking on a rough looking human. The beer belly on the man was his downfall. The blue Twi'lik simply stabbed the man in the stomach and smacked the training saber upon the mans head. It was over. Smiling I walked past, hiding my force signature from others.
I was not here as a Dark Jedi. I didn't dress in my Dark Rune armor. I would have been to noticeable in the white rune covered armor. No, if anyone asked I was Will Venza. A soldier for the Lords of the Fringe in stolen X-1 Combat armor from the CIS. I carried a simple blaster on my thigh and a few clips of ammo on my belt. A brown cloak was covering my armor to make it look like I was part of the scum here. However, I was hiding much more. Taking my saber and hiding it in with my pistol, it was hidden by a flap of clothing just on my thigh. And on my back was my sword hidden in a guncover to look like I was also carrying a rifle of somekind.
Walking down the streets, I got looks from others about how I was dressed. my helmet was covering up my entire face and the visor a nice dark green hid my blue and yellow eyes. The lime green HUD showed me what was with the armor. However I ignored it. I didnt need it. This was for show. Walking into a cantina I walked up to the bar and ordered a booth from where I could sit, and watch the show of dancers. The music was loud and powering to the dancers as they moved with grace. -as much grace as a rancor with a thorn in its foot-
Taking a look, A man walked into the bar soon after I did. He looked familiar in someway. looking like the rest of us, he blended in nicely. The simple smuggler look. While I had the Merc look. Standing at a tall 6'9" I seemed to tower over everyone. And with the Cammo green armor with a brown cloak and black to accent it. I had one mean look. For now I watched the young man as he took a drink, forgetting about the cute Human dancer that seemed to keep looking at me.
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