Agent T
Standing in a black coat, dark sunglasses, black boots, and a black turtleneck, Tirodore Orentho leaned against his sleek landspeeder, blending seamlessly into the urban landscape. The bustling district of Old Downtown Avalonia hummed around him, its historic charm and modern vibrancy creating a dynamic backdrop for his contemplations. The tapcafe where he'd gotten his caf was not far from where he stood, the warm beverage a small comfort against the chilly, damp air.
From his vantage point, he had a clear view of Crown Park, a tranquil oasis amidst the city's perpetual motion. His back was to Hartnell Hall, the imposing legislative building that loomed over the area, its shadow a stark reminder of the weight of his responsibilities. He could hear the cries of street vendors peddling holojournals and holozines, their voices competing with the rhythmic clinking of credit chips at the nearby bank. A queue had formed at the cash machine next to the bank's doors, a testament to the Commonwealth economy's reliance on tangible currency for smaller transactions.
The streets of Avalonia were damp and wet, the cold and rain an almost everyday sight. Sunshine was eagerly celebrated, but today was just another mundane Kryiday, the first day of the week. It was the first Kryiday of Tritos, the third month on the Dosuunian calendar. Tirodore mused about the Jedi Shadow he was waiting for, wondering if she had managed to adapt to Avalonian time. Far from the bustling metropolis of Coruscant, Avalonia must seem quaint and slow-paced.
Sighing, he finished his cup of caf and moved to toss the paper cup into a recycle bin. Adjusting his black hoodie, he began to walk down the street, his sharp eyes scanning for any sign of the Jedi Shadow. He nodded to a few vendors, acknowledging their presence without breaking his stride. He couldn't help but think about the case he was working on—the assassination attempt on High Representative Yvarro. The streets were alive with speculation, every holovision broadcast buzzing with theories and conjecture. Each news crew seemed to have their own expert on speed dial, turning the investigation into a public spectacle.
As he walked past vendors with holovisions blaring, he could hear snippets of the latest news, each broadcast more sensational than the last. The armchair detectives were in full force, their opinions grating on his nerves. The sooner this case was solved, the sooner the country could move on, and he wouldn't have to endure their endless speculations.
The Chiss leaned against his speeder, waiting for Jedi Shadow Locke, he felt a mix of anticipation and frustration. The case weighed heavily on his mind, the pressure to solve it mounted with each passing moment. Gathering his thoughts, he observed the crowds as they walked in and out of Crown Park.
From his vantage point, he had a clear view of Crown Park, a tranquil oasis amidst the city's perpetual motion. His back was to Hartnell Hall, the imposing legislative building that loomed over the area, its shadow a stark reminder of the weight of his responsibilities. He could hear the cries of street vendors peddling holojournals and holozines, their voices competing with the rhythmic clinking of credit chips at the nearby bank. A queue had formed at the cash machine next to the bank's doors, a testament to the Commonwealth economy's reliance on tangible currency for smaller transactions.
The streets of Avalonia were damp and wet, the cold and rain an almost everyday sight. Sunshine was eagerly celebrated, but today was just another mundane Kryiday, the first day of the week. It was the first Kryiday of Tritos, the third month on the Dosuunian calendar. Tirodore mused about the Jedi Shadow he was waiting for, wondering if she had managed to adapt to Avalonian time. Far from the bustling metropolis of Coruscant, Avalonia must seem quaint and slow-paced.
Sighing, he finished his cup of caf and moved to toss the paper cup into a recycle bin. Adjusting his black hoodie, he began to walk down the street, his sharp eyes scanning for any sign of the Jedi Shadow. He nodded to a few vendors, acknowledging their presence without breaking his stride. He couldn't help but think about the case he was working on—the assassination attempt on High Representative Yvarro. The streets were alive with speculation, every holovision broadcast buzzing with theories and conjecture. Each news crew seemed to have their own expert on speed dial, turning the investigation into a public spectacle.
As he walked past vendors with holovisions blaring, he could hear snippets of the latest news, each broadcast more sensational than the last. The armchair detectives were in full force, their opinions grating on his nerves. The sooner this case was solved, the sooner the country could move on, and he wouldn't have to endure their endless speculations.
The Chiss leaned against his speeder, waiting for Jedi Shadow Locke, he felt a mix of anticipation and frustration. The case weighed heavily on his mind, the pressure to solve it mounted with each passing moment. Gathering his thoughts, he observed the crowds as they walked in and out of Crown Park.
