Ignatius
A N A R C H Y
Courscant
It was a place that I had visited often simply because of the Sith's presence, as well as the lower levels having information on what I needed to find someone close to me. It was here that I was. Currently on the mid levels, I had my dauntless combat blade slung over my back with the grip and guard over my right shoulder. Over my left shoulder is an Obsidian sword that would be used if I didn't have to face a lightsaber. More so, I kept a simple slugthrower pistol on my right thigh.
Adjusting my long black trench coat that was made out of a Warden cloak. A jacket that was impregnated with cortosis to short out lightsabers, as well as provide a small amount of blaster resistance. Pulling a set of headphones over my ears, I reached in my pocket for a music player. Clicking the button, I smiled as a song came on, Across the Line a song about to people who had their friend lost, and now, they fight back with their weapons of choice. I closed my eyes as I hummed the tune.
Walking on from the spaceport and deciding that I would maybe find something here, I was on my way to meet a man about information. A former convict with a band of pirates that was wiped out from a different band of their kind. No honor among thieves. Zarrom would be waiting for me. A open location where neither of us would get the chance to kill one another. However, I could anyways even if he was walking away from me. My hand reached into the pocket and pulled out a stack of credits as I walked past the man. Exchanging the credits with a datapad in less than a second. Moving on, I made my way past others. Letting the coat flap after me as a gust of wind.
All the while, thoughts of seeing Jasmines face came to me. Wanting me to find her. If I didn't think about it too much, I might have thought I lusted after her. But I had to promise myself that I would find her. No matter what, I would find her.
[member="Darth Tsolan"],
It was a place that I had visited often simply because of the Sith's presence, as well as the lower levels having information on what I needed to find someone close to me. It was here that I was. Currently on the mid levels, I had my dauntless combat blade slung over my back with the grip and guard over my right shoulder. Over my left shoulder is an Obsidian sword that would be used if I didn't have to face a lightsaber. More so, I kept a simple slugthrower pistol on my right thigh.
Adjusting my long black trench coat that was made out of a Warden cloak. A jacket that was impregnated with cortosis to short out lightsabers, as well as provide a small amount of blaster resistance. Pulling a set of headphones over my ears, I reached in my pocket for a music player. Clicking the button, I smiled as a song came on, Across the Line a song about to people who had their friend lost, and now, they fight back with their weapons of choice. I closed my eyes as I hummed the tune.
Walking on from the spaceport and deciding that I would maybe find something here, I was on my way to meet a man about information. A former convict with a band of pirates that was wiped out from a different band of their kind. No honor among thieves. Zarrom would be waiting for me. A open location where neither of us would get the chance to kill one another. However, I could anyways even if he was walking away from me. My hand reached into the pocket and pulled out a stack of credits as I walked past the man. Exchanging the credits with a datapad in less than a second. Moving on, I made my way past others. Letting the coat flap after me as a gust of wind.
All the while, thoughts of seeing Jasmines face came to me. Wanting me to find her. If I didn't think about it too much, I might have thought I lusted after her. But I had to promise myself that I would find her. No matter what, I would find her.
[member="Darth Tsolan"],
