Darkness. Not like nightfall. An unnatural darkness caused by an urban canopy, not unlike a jungle, blocked out most of the natural light from the surface. Only the occasional flick of a spark, walkway guides, or the long forgotten artificial light beaming into the shadows provided and a glimpse of the decay. Some would hazard to call these sub-districts abandoned. Corran knew better. Although he had only been on the Smuggler's Moon once before, Coruscant's lower levels were little different. Beasts, criminals, mutants, and the impoverished all dwelled there. What dwelled here was likely much, much worse.
Kneeling on a cracked duracrete roof of an abandoned building with metal walkways that went further below with another across to an adjacent decrepit roof, the blond ranger was more prepared in equipment than he'd ever been before. He was adorned in the custom-made Sentinel armor. Durasteel torso armor and pauldrons, phrik-alloy gauntlets, and a high-tech helm that encased his entire head. His weaponry included three concussion grenades, a blaster on each hip, an AC280 rifle in hand and the captured vibrosword from the basement of Headquarters. There would be few situations that Corran hadn't come prepared for. As much as a walking armory he was, the mission was to gather intelligence. Finding a path through the urban labyrinth would be no easy task and so it fell to him. A tracker silently pinged as it collected data and mapped their movements.
Thankfully, Lt. Velt wasn't alone. Captain Roland Rook had come with in this descent to the guts of Nar Shaddaa. The Mandalorian's presence by itself was comforting. Roland had shown great prowess and leadership during the anti-grav training gone wrong in the past. If there was anyone besides Bast Emblai that Corran would have picked on this scouting operation, it would be him. Resting the blaster rifle on his knee, Lt. Velt cycled his helmet's vision to low-light and scanned the nearby area. Nothing yet. "Looks like we are alone for now, Captain," Corran reported through the secure commlink between their helmets. To the outside world, the pair would be totally silent. "Ready to set off?"
@Darasuum @Mr. Teatime
Kneeling on a cracked duracrete roof of an abandoned building with metal walkways that went further below with another across to an adjacent decrepit roof, the blond ranger was more prepared in equipment than he'd ever been before. He was adorned in the custom-made Sentinel armor. Durasteel torso armor and pauldrons, phrik-alloy gauntlets, and a high-tech helm that encased his entire head. His weaponry included three concussion grenades, a blaster on each hip, an AC280 rifle in hand and the captured vibrosword from the basement of Headquarters. There would be few situations that Corran hadn't come prepared for. As much as a walking armory he was, the mission was to gather intelligence. Finding a path through the urban labyrinth would be no easy task and so it fell to him. A tracker silently pinged as it collected data and mapped their movements.
Thankfully, Lt. Velt wasn't alone. Captain Roland Rook had come with in this descent to the guts of Nar Shaddaa. The Mandalorian's presence by itself was comforting. Roland had shown great prowess and leadership during the anti-grav training gone wrong in the past. If there was anyone besides Bast Emblai that Corran would have picked on this scouting operation, it would be him. Resting the blaster rifle on his knee, Lt. Velt cycled his helmet's vision to low-light and scanned the nearby area. Nothing yet. "Looks like we are alone for now, Captain," Corran reported through the secure commlink between their helmets. To the outside world, the pair would be totally silent. "Ready to set off?"
@Darasuum @Mr. Teatime