Nar Shaddaa, 7:45pm
Sol was here to greet an old contact, and nothing more. A smuggler of whom the Sith was acquainted through business alone. Not friends, but allies nonetheless. The Kel Dor was no stranger to detours when it came to expanding his own influence. In the wake of Andruil's resignation, cracks began to show in the foundation of Imperial Power. With enough force, perhaps he might pry at the edges and slip inside. Sol wasn't interested in challenging the new Empress, or her Dark Lord, but he sought power regardless. The Empire had it's goal, and Sol had his. For now, they aligned to form a single path, and so he would continue to follow. Curiously, as the Kel Dor slipped through the crowded space port, draped in dark robes that hid the lethal weaponry at his side, something rose upon the bitter air to claw at the frayed edges of his sensitive mind. The force rippled, like a pebble dropped into a still pond. Sol changed course, slipping through the throng of people that surrounded him as he sought out this new target, seeking the small stone that had shattered his solemn contemplation. Where it rested against the water's current, he would find it. Or rather, them.
It would seem that Sol was not the only force sensitive in the space port that night.
@Moon Nymph