Bloodlines [Serena]

[Darth Athora]

As the sun left the sky, night had come. There was a cold chill with the wind as Coruscant entered night. The trillions of neon lights lit up through the many districts of the capital. This was Coruscant after dark. It was good that the One Sith had not come through enforcing order throughout the city and whatnot. This made Damon's job easier. he needed bodies. Bodies that knew how to wield a rifle and would kill without mercy.

Damon stayed away from the bars. He needed disciplined soldiers, not drunks and partygoers. So, instead, he made his way to a firing range. If one wanted to find people who could handle a weapon, that would be it. He entered the establishment and was greeted immediately by the store owner.

"Good evening, sir. Looking to get yourself strapped?" the dark-skinned human said. He was an older gentlemen, but it was clear he still had some life in him. The tattoos he was covered emphasized this. Damon walked around for a moment, eyeing the weapons on the walls and in the glass displays. He was impressed by some of the gear, but that's not what he came in for. "Something like that. Mind pointing me to your firing range? I'm looking for something." The store manager pointed to a door in the back of the store. "Right through there my friend. Don't you want a gun to take in and test out?" The store manager replied. "No need."

There were a few people in there firing off shots at target dummies before them. Damon stood outside of the range, in the spectator hall that was seperated from the actual range by a wall and large glass window.

[member="Serena Bouie"]

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[member="Damon Bouie"]

[SIZE=12pt]Serena had debated coming to Coruscant, it was not a place she should go just walking onto the surface after hiding herself among pirates coming to Coruscant had nearly cost her every credit and her life.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]But her visions told her this was where she had to come, she quickly before moving anywhere else sent a message to [member="Darth Mythos"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Dearest, have made it to Coruscant. There is a terrible longing I feel with you not with me I count the moments till we are side by side again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Then she moved off following her instincts and her visions. Her Dark Jedi presence could fade enough into the dark to not be noticed. She stared ahead upon occasion to stop refocus and move along. She moved between levels, she took long strides to cover more space.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Why was she here again, what did the force warn her of, or clue her onto. Hidden in shadows doors opened and closed quickly to keep the light within. Serena was nearing a part of Coruscant that the unruly and desperate occupied.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]There was..something, but what.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Athora]

Damon stood still. Almost as if he was frozen in carbonite. Only his eyes shifted back and forth between those who were practicing at the firing range. There was a woman, Echani, unleashing a shotgun on her target, a male Durosian firing dual blaster pistols, a Gammorrean testing out some prototype rifle, and Bothan aiming with a sniper rifle. All seemed to know how to handle a weapon. Then again, they were aiming at still targets.

Damon walked into the firing range and stood behind those who were firing their weapons. "Must be boring fighting targets that don't fight back." he said. He stood there, arms folded at his chest. They all turned and looked at him without a word. Well, the Gammorrean squealed a bit but not much else. "Bet you wish you could have the trhrill of killing another living being, don't you?" They all were a bit hesitant at first, but agreed eventually. "Good." Damon reached into his jacket and pulled out 4 business cards. He walked to each of them and gave them one. "When you're ready for something new, that's where you'll find me." He then left the range and exited the Gun Store. He had a sly smirk on his face as he turned to walk down the street.

[member="Serena Bouie"]

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[member="Damon Bouie"]

Familiar.

Serena stopped anyone around her gave her a second look as she stood there. She was listening and feeling the force she turned someone was in here that she knew. She headed towards another door she stepped out.

Following the sensation of someone she knew she began to laugh as she saw the familiar swagger of a family member, not one of her brothers like she thought but that look from behind, that...sense of confidence.

"You know one of these days they are going to catch on to what you are doing there...dear cousin" She stopped and waited to see if he heard her, she could have projected her voice but this was so much more fun. Anyone around her thought she was calling him and she was but right now she had to wait and be sure she had his attention.