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The empyrean worked in strange ways.
Today, it had brought him a message from a stranger. The message had detailed wishes for a meeting in exchange for service, though such pretenses were false, unknown to Cedric. It had been meant to lure the Jedi Master out into the open, and it had succeeded.
The bar was several levels beneath Coruscant's upper crust; it was the sort of place Jedi were sorely needed these days, and the lack of his brethren's presence was noticeable. The denizens within gave Cedric a wide berth as he strode through the smoke stained lounge. Most assumed the man clad in full battle plate to be a bounty hunter of mercenary until they saw the two-handed light club hanging openly from his belt. If that wasn't enough, than the saber scarred helm he wore was intimidating enough to carve him a line through the crowds.
The Jedi Master radiated an intensity that served him well in places like this. It was an illusion of power that he maintained by subtly plucking at the minds of those closest to him for the sole purpose of seeing them give him passage. His helmeted gaze fell upon one of the dark corners of the room. Shadows played across it like the touch of the bogan, and the creature that dwelled within it was just as mysterious as the primordial enemy itself.
Cedric came to a halt in front of the booth, arms folding about his chest as he looked down to regard the shadowed figure.
"I was told you wished to meet with me by a mutually friendly party," he stated plainly, his voice tinny with mechanical augmentation.
Today, it had brought him a message from a stranger. The message had detailed wishes for a meeting in exchange for service, though such pretenses were false, unknown to Cedric. It had been meant to lure the Jedi Master out into the open, and it had succeeded.
The bar was several levels beneath Coruscant's upper crust; it was the sort of place Jedi were sorely needed these days, and the lack of his brethren's presence was noticeable. The denizens within gave Cedric a wide berth as he strode through the smoke stained lounge. Most assumed the man clad in full battle plate to be a bounty hunter of mercenary until they saw the two-handed light club hanging openly from his belt. If that wasn't enough, than the saber scarred helm he wore was intimidating enough to carve him a line through the crowds.
The Jedi Master radiated an intensity that served him well in places like this. It was an illusion of power that he maintained by subtly plucking at the minds of those closest to him for the sole purpose of seeing them give him passage. His helmeted gaze fell upon one of the dark corners of the room. Shadows played across it like the touch of the bogan, and the creature that dwelled within it was just as mysterious as the primordial enemy itself.
Cedric came to a halt in front of the booth, arms folding about his chest as he looked down to regard the shadowed figure.
"I was told you wished to meet with me by a mutually friendly party," he stated plainly, his voice tinny with mechanical augmentation.