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Alsakan
Ahzek Shahi walked along the elevated sidewalk of the Alsakan ecumenopolis past the crowds and the holo-reports on what was the most fashionable type of dress or business attire, who wore it better, and tips on how to find that "perfect one that is just right for you." The young Jedi Knight scoffed quietly at the shows and their "reports" as he walked on by. To him, all of these things were simply mind-rotting distractions from the truth that was around every corner: the Sith were at the steps, poised to attack any Republic world, and the Republic? A sinking ship whose crew and captain was wailing against the inevitable dying light. The Jedi were doing the best that they could, but Ahzek often felt like that it wasn't enough; he wanted to do more.
That was partially why the young man was on Alsakan. He was looking for something he could do to help. The Sith had taken his homeworld, and though it was a cesspit of violence, corruption, and destitution, it could also be a place of light, culture, beauty, music, wealth, and unity. After all, it might have been a lot of things good and bad, but it was still his home. Surely, this close to the Sith power base in the Core there would be those who were looking to do something about it. Ahzek was hoping to meet someone like this.
Walking into one of the Republic executive office buildings just off from one of the large plazas wearing his trademark scarlet robes, which while rather elegant for a Jedi, would blend right in with the dignitaries and aristocracy that frequented places like this. His twin lightsabers were cleverly hidden underneath his robes with his blaster pistol, though he had no reason to think he would need them while on Alsakan, this was the core after all, not some lawless rim world.
As he stepped into the large, open, bright atrium, the Knight spread his senses out with the Force, feeling the aetheric currents of that mystical energy field all around him as it moved from living thing to living thing. He felt the people walking about their daily duties; he felt the plants and the large, lonely tree in the center of the room; and he felt the thinly veiled tension and anxiety in the room. The people here were scared, uncertain of what was going to happen in the coming days and weeks. It was natural and understandable, and it was why Ahzek was here. Taking a step forward, still too distracted on what he sensed in the Force, the Jedi did not notice that there was a woman walking right into his path, herself distracted with her own business. And without a word of warning the two ran into each other in an unceremonious bodyslam and tangle of limbs.
Attempting to extricate himself from the mess he had just caused, Ahzek started apologizing profusely, "I am so terribly sorry! I am so air-headed sometimes!"
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