Private Level 4387

[Olin Pinestep]

Voxum
Coruscant Undercity
Level, well, you read the title.
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Olin lifted his hood as he stepped from the taxi. Down here, in the Undercity, he was just another shrouded figure in a sea of like garbed individuals. At least those who could wear hoods. A A cone-headed alien with six legs was tapping along a walkway, trying to flag down one of the idling taxis waiting in the queue for the next customer - a line of them stretched along the edge of the platform, all droid piloted.

He supposed this wasn't a particularly good neighborhood. No one wanted to take the risk of flying in themselves. Droids were more easily replaced.

It did make a sort of sense.

Lifting his arms he folded them across his chest with his hands into the voluminous sleeves. His Master needed him to speak to an informant, and that meant braving the back alleys of the market distract - merchants who needed greased palms were often a good fount of information. Though that worked both ways.

Sorely wishing he had a lightsaber of his own, he stepped into the crowd and allowed himself to become lost in it's tide, hooded silhouette another river into the estuary.

 

[Voxum]

After their first romp into the underworld, Voxum couldn't stay away long. People were in need of help, and who better than the Iron Knight? Jedi Padawan of the New Jedi Order. They stood proud as they walked through the streets, giving a simple nod of their mechanical head towards each person as they passed by. Friendly, as ever. Despite the fact that most people tried to avoid even looking their way.

People didn't like strangers. And this Shard certainly was one of the strangest.

Olin Pinestep

 

[Olin Pinestep]

Get off the taxi, take a right and follow it out past the gambling parlour. Left down the alley, right at the end, then an immediate left into the adjacent alley. His Master's words were kept in his head. Since he wouldn't always have an accurate map it was important he learn to memorize directions so as to not be told them twice. It was quite annoying, and he'd learned to just keep repeating it to himself until the words were the only things floating around his mind.

Which was how he bumped into the droid going the other way along the street, earning a muttered apology from the boy. A flash of embarrassment warmed his cheeks, and then he began to walk a little quicker, muttering to himself about watching where he was going. He could hear the gambling den just ahead, with it's constant rattle of wheels and slots, and the metallic ping of coins dispensing for winnings.

The droid had seemed familiar, he realized belatedly, stopping at the entrance to the alley to look over his shoulder. Without waiting more than a second, he continued onward, disappearing into it's mouth.

 

[Voxum]

Voxum blinked.

Or would have, if they had eyes. Instead their faceless droid face turned to watch the other Padawan as they rushed off. Voxum knew who they were. The advantage of being what they were meant a better memory than most. Somewhere between droid and a living creature. So, they followed the Padawan, curiosity leading them down the alley. What was another Padawan doing here, of all places?

Perhaps they were here to help all the same?

Olin Pinestep

 

[Olin Pinestep]

As he got to the far end of the alley, he turned himself about having made a left. The droid had thrown him off, and he did an about-face as quickly as he could without appearing rushed. Rushing was a surefire way to be noticed. Instead, one must walk with a purpose. That's what Master said, anyway. Walk with a purpose, and like you're a little bit angry. People will give way without a second thought.

And so he cut down the neighboring alley like he knew exactly where he was headed and not like he'd just gotten turned around immediately. He was fairly sure he was being followed by the droid, but he couldn't prove it, and didn't wish to appear suspicious.

So he controlled himself, and did not look back.

Voxum