Taris | 2300 Hours
"Classic Taris..."
Taris tended to rain at night, and this one was no exception. Konor was still new to being a vigilante. He had stopped a few robberies, and apprehended a few small-time imperial officials for the rebellion, but had done little else of note. The name "Mynock Man" wasn't something the evildoers of the ecumenopolis had come to fear, not yet at least.
Fully clad in his shatterweave armor, the man would be stealthily perched atop a ledge in a seedier part of the planet's first level. He had yet to see a crime, but there were a few sith patrols that passed by. Their numbers were far too large to take by surprise, and the alliance probably didn't want that many prisoners anyway. It had been a relatively unproductive night by all accounts.
Konor's helmet commlink would softly buzz to life as a call would come through. The voice of his droid butler would speak, "Master Konor, you've been out for several hours. You haven't moved from that spot either. I guessing it's been an unsuccessful night?" The man would give a long sigh, before responding in a deep voice, "Give me one more hour... If things are still quiet, I'll come home."
His commlink would turn off, and his attention would once again turn to the streets. The man would press a button on the side of his helmet, turning on his low-light vision. The streets were getting dark, just how mynocks liked to hunt.