Draven Eterena
The Storm Rider
Sabetha
Draven didn't feel to surprised that when he picked up an assignment on Coruscant to get to the heart of a smuggling operation. That he'd find himself working the lower levels. After all it was where the main drive of these operations worked. What Draven had not been expecting was he found himself on the lower levels so.. Unprepared? As in he didn't have any reliable contacts. (Not too surprising once more. Considering he was socially awkward) His gear had mostly been left back at the upper levels in a secured room by the person whom hired his assistance. (This annoyed Draven) As well as Draven really didn't have much experience in this world.. As in this was probably only his second time on the planet.
Draven normally wouldn't involve himself in smuggling operations. Really, the only time he used to have an itch to scratch was when it involved people, as slave trading was an infuriating endeavor. Though this time Draven felt inclined to help. As reports were that it was a weapon smuggling operation. Responsible for supplying a crime group that had recently been responsible for massacring a populace off world. Draven didn't jump to conclusions as it was equally possible the smuggling operation had some slim possibility that it wasn't being ran by folks whom Draven would more than happily leave beaten and laying in scorching heat, or frozen tundra in a remote planet void of any assisting parties. Though that was to be determined. Once Draven found the main culprits, he would most likely arrest them. Drag them to the upper levels and leave them in the custody of the man who hired him.
Draven did possess on him a satchel. Well secured as he was not an idiot in regard to the ways of the street. Inside of which were sets of cuffs to utilize upon the targets. A holocom for communication purposes. As well as a datapad for note keeping. Draven also possessed on him some credits. Just enough to get him by. Not enough to make him stick out. Draven was dressed in a dark green shirt, and black work pants. Deciding a robe would be ill advised. As announcing you were a jedi amidst a world of criminals openly. Usually only resulted in more trouble than what it was worth. On his pants was a belt that had attached to it a pair of sheaths which each possessed a vibroblades within them, as well as one holster for a blaster pistol. Draven often times relied on his unarmed skills, or swordsmanship. Though felt that a sword, a lightsaber, or any other means beyond two blades and the pistol would pose the same predicament as if he wore robing.
Draven was roaming the streets. In an effort to seek out a cantina. Where he could lay low. Kick back and get a hold of a small bit of supper. His first day amidst the streets had been uneventful. He wasn't even sure where he was going to be bunking down for shelter. Let alone where to start his search for the particular group of weapon smugglers around a city full of smugglers and other criminal enterprises. He was wide out of his element that was for sure. The best bet the kid knew he had was to try and meet someone. someone who was as at least civil towards him. Trustworthy was too far of a stretch for him to apply. Perhaps there were decent folk here. However, everyone had their secrets which made each individual a potential threat.
Draven had lost himself briefly in thought just enough. That his senses barely caught up to him in order for him to duck back out of the line of fire. As a red heat filled bolt from a blaster rifle shot past him. Just from around the corner of the building he was about to pass by at the intersection between alleys. Not long after that he found someone zip past in an effort to shake the angry individual who was clearly wanting to gun them down. Draven heaved a sigh and muttered a curse under his breath. Before timing it long enough for the pursuer to catch up and go to pass where Draven was standing. At which point Draven quickly intercepted the man, positioning the rifle away from himself before making a solid set of twists and strikes, to first dislodge the weapon from the man's hands. Before sweeping the man's legs and stomping the diaphragm only hard enough with his heel to wind the unsuspecting individual, before following up with a kick to the head to place the man out. Draven wouldn't fully admit that his actions weren't just a courtesy to whomever was trying to flee. Though partially fueled by the annoyance the unconscious perpetrator's careless actions had nearly taken Draven's life and was honestly a threat to any other poor soul who was merely trying to navigate the streets.
Draven propped the man up against a wall in a seated position. Taking the blaster rifle and removing the cartridges and power cell. Placing the parts into his satchel. He'd be able to sell these off if he needed any additional credits. Plus, this would help him better blend into the environment which he was in. As these sorts of dealings were quite common, and Draven was at least courteous enough to leave his recent victim the bulk of his gear. If someone else came about and confiscated it... Well thinking about it. Draven scowled and picked the weapon up and used the strap to shoulder it. He was after a weapon smuggling organization, and if they were as guilty as it seemed in their scummy ways. Leading to the massacre which had happened. Draven didn't wish to leave anything they could just pick up themselves and add to their trade.
Draven's curiosity was now catching up to him. As he wondered whom the man had been pursuing and taking shots at. Having been more focused on taking the assaulter out. He eventually just shrugged his shoulders. Heading on once more to the cantina which was just a block further from his current placement.
Draven didn't feel to surprised that when he picked up an assignment on Coruscant to get to the heart of a smuggling operation. That he'd find himself working the lower levels. After all it was where the main drive of these operations worked. What Draven had not been expecting was he found himself on the lower levels so.. Unprepared? As in he didn't have any reliable contacts. (Not too surprising once more. Considering he was socially awkward) His gear had mostly been left back at the upper levels in a secured room by the person whom hired his assistance. (This annoyed Draven) As well as Draven really didn't have much experience in this world.. As in this was probably only his second time on the planet.
Draven normally wouldn't involve himself in smuggling operations. Really, the only time he used to have an itch to scratch was when it involved people, as slave trading was an infuriating endeavor. Though this time Draven felt inclined to help. As reports were that it was a weapon smuggling operation. Responsible for supplying a crime group that had recently been responsible for massacring a populace off world. Draven didn't jump to conclusions as it was equally possible the smuggling operation had some slim possibility that it wasn't being ran by folks whom Draven would more than happily leave beaten and laying in scorching heat, or frozen tundra in a remote planet void of any assisting parties. Though that was to be determined. Once Draven found the main culprits, he would most likely arrest them. Drag them to the upper levels and leave them in the custody of the man who hired him.
Draven did possess on him a satchel. Well secured as he was not an idiot in regard to the ways of the street. Inside of which were sets of cuffs to utilize upon the targets. A holocom for communication purposes. As well as a datapad for note keeping. Draven also possessed on him some credits. Just enough to get him by. Not enough to make him stick out. Draven was dressed in a dark green shirt, and black work pants. Deciding a robe would be ill advised. As announcing you were a jedi amidst a world of criminals openly. Usually only resulted in more trouble than what it was worth. On his pants was a belt that had attached to it a pair of sheaths which each possessed a vibroblades within them, as well as one holster for a blaster pistol. Draven often times relied on his unarmed skills, or swordsmanship. Though felt that a sword, a lightsaber, or any other means beyond two blades and the pistol would pose the same predicament as if he wore robing.
Draven was roaming the streets. In an effort to seek out a cantina. Where he could lay low. Kick back and get a hold of a small bit of supper. His first day amidst the streets had been uneventful. He wasn't even sure where he was going to be bunking down for shelter. Let alone where to start his search for the particular group of weapon smugglers around a city full of smugglers and other criminal enterprises. He was wide out of his element that was for sure. The best bet the kid knew he had was to try and meet someone. someone who was as at least civil towards him. Trustworthy was too far of a stretch for him to apply. Perhaps there were decent folk here. However, everyone had their secrets which made each individual a potential threat.
Draven had lost himself briefly in thought just enough. That his senses barely caught up to him in order for him to duck back out of the line of fire. As a red heat filled bolt from a blaster rifle shot past him. Just from around the corner of the building he was about to pass by at the intersection between alleys. Not long after that he found someone zip past in an effort to shake the angry individual who was clearly wanting to gun them down. Draven heaved a sigh and muttered a curse under his breath. Before timing it long enough for the pursuer to catch up and go to pass where Draven was standing. At which point Draven quickly intercepted the man, positioning the rifle away from himself before making a solid set of twists and strikes, to first dislodge the weapon from the man's hands. Before sweeping the man's legs and stomping the diaphragm only hard enough with his heel to wind the unsuspecting individual, before following up with a kick to the head to place the man out. Draven wouldn't fully admit that his actions weren't just a courtesy to whomever was trying to flee. Though partially fueled by the annoyance the unconscious perpetrator's careless actions had nearly taken Draven's life and was honestly a threat to any other poor soul who was merely trying to navigate the streets.
Draven propped the man up against a wall in a seated position. Taking the blaster rifle and removing the cartridges and power cell. Placing the parts into his satchel. He'd be able to sell these off if he needed any additional credits. Plus, this would help him better blend into the environment which he was in. As these sorts of dealings were quite common, and Draven was at least courteous enough to leave his recent victim the bulk of his gear. If someone else came about and confiscated it... Well thinking about it. Draven scowled and picked the weapon up and used the strap to shoulder it. He was after a weapon smuggling organization, and if they were as guilty as it seemed in their scummy ways. Leading to the massacre which had happened. Draven didn't wish to leave anything they could just pick up themselves and add to their trade.
Draven's curiosity was now catching up to him. As he wondered whom the man had been pursuing and taking shots at. Having been more focused on taking the assaulter out. He eventually just shrugged his shoulders. Heading on once more to the cantina which was just a block further from his current placement.
