Hannibal sure had been coming to the Core Worlds a lot recently. His poor ship already had to work hard flying across the Outer Rim, and the old girl was needing more frequent tune ups from the back and forth. Maybe he should look into finding a new one soon. It didn't look the young Knight was going to get any less busy any time soon.
A few things had piled up after getting out of the hospital, between checking in on current events and tracking down a certain someone's ship. Hannibal hadn't gotten to some of the other things he'd come to Coruscant weeks ago for in the first place. He'd visited the prison first thing on arrival, so he felt a little justified in forgetting some of the other niceties. But now seemed like the best time to get to something he'd been putting off extra hard, especially considering the flashes of insight he was getting ever since he read the Arcanist's lightsaber. Hopefully this wouldn't turn out too awkward.
Dressed in his most common robes and gloves, a far cry from the suit he'd worn on his last visit but just as flashy in its own way, particularly with his colorful tattoos and new scars plainly visible on his arms. He had a prettily-wrapped package tucked neatly under his right arm as he took long strides down the city walkway leading to the Ranger station he knew Lieutenant Aran worked. His lightsaber was the only weapon on him, clipped to his belt in plain sight. A year ago he would have refused to display it at all, but times and people were changing. People weren't so scared of him anymore, and more than once he responded to a greetings or thanks by flashing a friendly grin or a deflecting joke.
Hannibal arrived outside the station itself a little later than he'd intended, ashing the cigarra he'd ended up lighting on the way in an ashtray and making sure his expression was properly intact. He stepped through the doors, offering his hellos to the security up front. He whispered the contents of his gift conspiratorially, receiving a bemused look and a shrug in response as the scan confirmed what he'd say. It's not like he was here to cause trouble.
He briefly inquired about the analysts he'd been working with at the prison, having heard they'd gotten out safely on the Catspaw after, and then moved to the front desk, plopping his gift on top.
"Is Lieutenant Trys Aran around?"
A few things had piled up after getting out of the hospital, between checking in on current events and tracking down a certain someone's ship. Hannibal hadn't gotten to some of the other things he'd come to Coruscant weeks ago for in the first place. He'd visited the prison first thing on arrival, so he felt a little justified in forgetting some of the other niceties. But now seemed like the best time to get to something he'd been putting off extra hard, especially considering the flashes of insight he was getting ever since he read the Arcanist's lightsaber. Hopefully this wouldn't turn out too awkward.
Dressed in his most common robes and gloves, a far cry from the suit he'd worn on his last visit but just as flashy in its own way, particularly with his colorful tattoos and new scars plainly visible on his arms. He had a prettily-wrapped package tucked neatly under his right arm as he took long strides down the city walkway leading to the Ranger station he knew Lieutenant Aran worked. His lightsaber was the only weapon on him, clipped to his belt in plain sight. A year ago he would have refused to display it at all, but times and people were changing. People weren't so scared of him anymore, and more than once he responded to a greetings or thanks by flashing a friendly grin or a deflecting joke.
Hannibal arrived outside the station itself a little later than he'd intended, ashing the cigarra he'd ended up lighting on the way in an ashtray and making sure his expression was properly intact. He stepped through the doors, offering his hellos to the security up front. He whispered the contents of his gift conspiratorially, receiving a bemused look and a shrug in response as the scan confirmed what he'd say. It's not like he was here to cause trouble.
He briefly inquired about the analysts he'd been working with at the prison, having heard they'd gotten out safely on the Catspaw after, and then moved to the front desk, plopping his gift on top.
"Is Lieutenant Trys Aran around?"
@Sreeya