It'd been some time since his last visit, and even more since he'd come to pull Trys from the depths of her head, but even so Hannibal felt he was in the Core a little too often these days. He did try to avoid the Core worlds, having no great fondness for the Senate or other politicians and the the corruption that trickled down to rot the core of glittering Coruscant. At least Chandrilla was a more progressive and forward-thinking place on its own. The Free Worlds certainly tried even if the Republic had been a lost cause for centuries.
The Jedi's ship had landed at the spaceport nearest where Trys' current apartment was and now his airspeeder zoomed through the skylanes on the way to meet her. The silvery craft parked in the apartment garage and he stepped out, notably devoid of a cloak this time. It was a little past noon, so he'd gone with simple deep gray trousers and an autumnal red button-up, the two kept in place by a brown leather utility belt. A neat, classic pilot's bomber jacket that served to conceal Sol's lightsaber in a custom coat pocket was worn overtop.
Hannibal removed his mirrored aviators and placed them inside a coat pocket, red-brown boots carrying him down the hallways in the complex until he reached Trys' door. He hit the call button, stepped back, and waited. It was time to use that favour before Trys decided what he needed was a boot upside his head or something. Naturally the young Jedi had called ahead that he'd be visiting instead of showing up unannounced. Hannibal respected her autonomy and privacy and didn't want to press her on anything if she wasn't feeling up to guests, considering everything going on.
The Jedi's ship had landed at the spaceport nearest where Trys' current apartment was and now his airspeeder zoomed through the skylanes on the way to meet her. The silvery craft parked in the apartment garage and he stepped out, notably devoid of a cloak this time. It was a little past noon, so he'd gone with simple deep gray trousers and an autumnal red button-up, the two kept in place by a brown leather utility belt. A neat, classic pilot's bomber jacket that served to conceal Sol's lightsaber in a custom coat pocket was worn overtop.
Hannibal removed his mirrored aviators and placed them inside a coat pocket, red-brown boots carrying him down the hallways in the complex until he reached Trys' door. He hit the call button, stepped back, and waited. It was time to use that favour before Trys decided what he needed was a boot upside his head or something. Naturally the young Jedi had called ahead that he'd be visiting instead of showing up unannounced. Hannibal respected her autonomy and privacy and didn't want to press her on anything if she wasn't feeling up to guests, considering everything going on.
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