The Arch Wilder
Level 1313. When it came to hives of scum and villainy, few places were as infamous, reviled, or well known as the grimy heart of Coruscant's underbelly. It was all the horrid splendor of Nar Shadaa and only a drop away from the shining center of the Galaxy. For Vulpesen who now spent his time as the Wilder Envoy tot he Jedi Order, it was perfect. Teaching the next wave of younglings for the stodgy robed purists was all fun and good, but he had never been one for classrooms and decorum. Vulpesen had grown up a soldier and after that, he had focused his efforts on galactic law enforcement. Before he had even left Veradune, he had ensured that his children would keep their ears to the ground and let him know if there was any excitement to be had that might pop up on the VSF's radar. Now, he stared down at the holopad in his hands, pouring over the notes that he had been sent.
"Gyran Thrax," Vulpesen murmured to himself as he slipped through the crowded street. He was far from a two-bit crime lord. The weequay had a finger in every rancid pie he could find. Slavery, money laundering, trafficking, drugs, professional hit men. If there was a way to break the law, he had explored it. And it seemed like the Vitae Security Forces finally had a bead on his location. All they needed was an agent to seal the deal and who better than the previous Valde? There had been rumors of force sensititvy in the villain's base, attributed to both him and his closest lieutenants. Vulpesen might have been a soldier in the age of the sith wars, but he knew that unless he treaded carefully, he could easily get in trouble if he didn't pay attention to the numbers advantage Thrax held.
His free hand slid beneath his cloak, tracing the ear on the fox ended cap of his lightsaber. He knew that he'd be likely to draw it before the sun rose over the Coruscant over world. He felt it in his bones. He was one man against a cartel. No one in their right mind would surrender with those odds, not unless they truly knew what they were up against. But how could they know that a literal force of nature was about to knock on the door? It wasn't apprehension or worry that showed beneath the cowl of he Wilder. It was a grin of anticipation. They had no idea what was coming.
The Vulptex