The Shadow Runner came to rest on the the landing pad, resting just above the sprawling dump of dump of an inner city. Coruscant's level 1313. Lowering the ramp of his scout ship, Sin Windrider descended. Dressed in utilitarians clothing his blaster pistol at his hip, saber hilt hidden at his back. Under the poncho. His connection to the dark side also concealed in an effort to blend in.
He did not expect to find practitioners of the light or even another of his ilk, but he enjoyed the ritual. The practice of the art. To blend into the norm and suss out his objective. Which this time was merely to contact and information broker. A rodian who Sin used frequently. He walked down the ramp and into the turbo lift that would lower him into the heart of the city.
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