The Renegade

[Demolly Ysirath]

Coruscant. It wasn't new to her, but she had barely explored even one sector of the planet. Now was the perfect time to rectify that. And besides, even if her father was here there was basically no chance they'd cross paths.... because she was down in the depths of the planet, in one of the more sketchy areas.

Was it dangerous? Yes. Was it a good idea? No. Did that matter to her? Not really, but the thoughts did cross her mind. She wanted to experience more and this was the place to do that. Especially since she was considering trying some spice, maybe drinking in order to get cross faded. She wasn't a stranger to spice per say, but it wasn't exactly something she thought about often, or experienced much of.

There was a rumor of some new spice called Space Dust, which Demolly wanted to try. It took some time to track down someone who, supposedly, knew a seller. She was headed to where he usually sold... supposedly. The thought that it might be some sort of scam, or trap, or Force knows what crossed her mind too. If it did end up as one, she'd deal with it. And besides it'd be a new experience, right? Getting jumped by some rando thugs while trying to buy spice to get karked up on. The idea kind of made her laugh, but it also made her feel scummy, yet the latter still didn't stop her.

She didn't look too out of place here anyway. She wasn't wearing armor, or any insignia. Nothing to tip off that she was a Sith. Instead, she had a pink feminine cut shirt and sweater, black leggings and a black skirt on. Her sweater clung her breasts and curves nicely, but it was long and loose over her hips and a little lower, hiding her lightsabers and weapons pouch.

As she got closer to where this man supposedly was, she paused for a moment to look around the narrow alleyway. A little further down she could see a, sort of, intersection, which hopefully had escape routes she could use, if she needed them. The seller was supposedly beyond that intersection, down a left path.

@Rexx

 

[Elix the Fifth]

Sometimes, Elix needed to descend from the heights of the Imperial Palace. It could be stifling to be so secure guardly, protected against attack by a veritable legion of elite soldiers who would lay their lives down to protect the Emperor. He had been educated in the ways of war and combat by tutors who had pushed him hard, especially as he had gotten older and doubly so when his particular talent with the manipulation of the Force had made manifest. He had always been sensitive to its energy, but Chandrila had changed Elix.

It had changed him forever.

He was arrayed in his Incognito Armor, the hood raised as he leaned against a wall to the right of an intersection in the footpath, his right foot propping him up. His cloak trailed around him, obscuring the bulk of his durasteel protection. His lightsaber was concealed on his left hip and his pistol on his right; the weapon of the Sith was his preference to draw over his pistol, but sometimes superior range was necessary. His second lightsaber was stored away among his effects and not on his person. Elix liked the feeling of a single lightsaber in one hand and the other fully free to control the Force.

Elix’s arms were crossed to complete his stance and he regarded the passing crowds with observant interest that his helmet reduced to dispassionate study. People passed him by and gave him little notice. What an elusive feeling it was to him, to be overlooked and disregarded. It wasn’t a new feeling; Elix had entered life or death situations in this armor before and his enemies had been none-the-wiser. But it was refreshing, to have his face and fame concealed.

The man couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction as he was as close to being of his people as he would ever get. He had lived an entire life among them and yet separated, by physical distance, by economic status and by the most insurmountable obstacle -- the total and absolute reputation Elix had by virtue of his personage.

And so he stood, watching the people go about their shady business in the dark of Coruscant. The intersection was in total view as his eyes moved this way and that studiously, taking stock of every being that walked past the inobtrusive figure.

@Dread

 

[Demolly Ysirath]

Demolly's steps slowed until she came to a full stop near the man (@Rexx) in the alleyway. She wasn't sure if this was the man selling stuff, and if he was it was an odd sight. The power of the Force radiated off him, so he was clearly trained. Maybe not more than her, but at very least the same amount as her. Why would a trained Force user sell drugs? There were so many opportunities for them—including Demolly—in the Empire.

Then again, it was probably odd for a trained Force user to buy drugs deep down in the pits of Coruscant. Especially one that carried Yasirath for a last name. Her family had served the Empire for over 500 years, though they wern't royal or famous like the Drasts, they still had ancient imperial blood.

She hesistated somewhat before addressing him, and left a decent gap between them, "Are... you the guy who sells Space Dust?" Her left fingers tapped on her hip, near her lightsaber, should something go wrong.

@Rexx

 

[Elix the Fifth]

Elix’s keen eye was fixed on all the travelers going about their night, until he felt the power of the Force. And not within him, at that! A first for this evening. Elix felt the being before he saw her. Red hair, carefree attitude and a clear lack of awareness about the danger around her. He quickly took in every detail without even turning his helmet-clad head as she took sight of him and began to approach him. Every detail screamed -- nobility!

Well, this was interesting, to be sure. He kept his posture fixed, his lack of expression forming a stonewall against her as she spoke, something about space dust. Another idle Republicae, whiling away the hours nipping at booze and getting high off her face? The Emperor quickly hardened the outer defenses of his mental shielding, eliminating the possibility of her detecting the scorn that rose in him mightily and involuntarily at the thought of talent and heritage -- wasted!

The voice that followed was a well-practiced, gruff Corellian instead of the proper Coruscanti accent that every citizen of the Empire knew and knew well. It was brash where Elix was humble, this voice was coarse with acidic wit instead of the even, glib tone taken by Elix in public address.

“This the best narc the Police Bureau can muster?” He did not turn his head, although his eyes and attention were on her. “Gimme a break and beat it, kid.” If this young Sith was so bold as to enter the Coruscant undercity after narcotics, he would only infuriate her with his words.

@Dread