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The stagnation of society had become disgusting, almost to the point of emesis. Roman was here to rid them of this plague, and further push the natural flow of the Force into motion. Arriving alone on Coruscant, he carefully disembarked from his ship before moving into the city's capitol space. Techniques of force cloak and the usage of natural darkness would contain his presence, keep him concealed from those unaware of their existence. Utilizing the personal tracking device, he picked up a tracer signal arising from a warehouse several hundred meters away, golden eyes twisted with corruption glanced upwards and then narrowed to lock in the target.
"Good.."
He spoke to himself, a flurry of force driven power encompassed the armored contours of his body and with a blurring dash carried him towards the location in a burst of Force speed. A second signature however was felt, not seen; it was different than a guardian or legionnaire, a presence devoid of darkness but also of light. An untainted soul and perhaps one ready for conversion should he be successful. The thoughts raced through his mind but also momentarily distracting him from the objective at hand. Perched over the skylight, Roman lept downwards through the glass and shattered it, landing onto the ground with an unwelcoming thud. Force cloak removed itself, letting the several thugs in the room bear witness to his armored face.
A low growl emitted from the Legionnaire, before he ignited the crimson blade in his right hand.
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