Never Hide Your Heart
Shot through the heart and you're to blame
Location: Corellia - Coronet City
Objective: Hire Private Investigator
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Konrad Heron
The rain had been coming down in sheets, washing the streets of Corellia in a slick, wet sheen. The kind of rain that made the neon lights bleed into the pavement, reflecting every shadow like a distorted memory. She walked among it, a lone figure with an edge to her step—a woman out of place and out of time. Her boots clicked against the cracked pavement, a rhythm to match the thunder rolling through the city's belly.
She was a Jedi by occupation but around these parts, that didn't matter much. What mattered was what was underneath, the things people couldn't see. Like the deep green of her eyes—eyes that burned with the fire of a thousand lightsabers, fierce and unyielding. Eyes that had seen too much for someone who appeared so young, eyes that knew the darkness without blinking. The Force hummed quietly inside her, pushing her forward, pulling her toward something she couldn't name.
She was here for a reason.
Her mind raced, filled with fragments of nightmares and a case that refused to die. A killer who knew the city's pulse, moved in the shadows, always two steps ahead. And no matter how deep she dug, every lead seemed to evaporate in the fog of the underworld. It wasn't the first time she'd hunted a shadow like this, but there was something different about this one. Something personal. Ever since she started her investigation into Black Marsh she'd known that this criminal would be one of the most difficult to catch. Now her leads pointed her to Corellia and after the fiasco that happened last time she wanted to have backup. Her fingers brushed the inside of her jacket, where the hilt of her lightsaber rested—silent, but ever-present. A weapon forged in peace, now a reminder of the war she waged every day against the darkness in others—and in herself. But the truth was, she wasn't getting far alone.
She needed someone who could see the city's underbelly without flinching. Someone who could dig where the Jedi couldn't, walk where the Force didn't. She needed a private investigator. Someone who wouldn't ask too many questions, someone who knew how to play this dangerous game of whispers and blood. Her destination was clear. The old office stood like a scar against the city's skyline—a crumbling building with neon flickering like the last breath of a dying star. She'd find him inside. Or he'd find her. Either way, it wouldn't be pretty when she showed him what she wanted. But then again, nothing ever was in Corellia's underworld.
She stepped inside, the wind billowing behind her like the shadow of a woman who had already made her choice.