The incessant drone of Coruscant drowned out beneath vehicles and the cry of sirens. Scrapers cascaded into the clouds beyond the bathroom window of Vereshin's hotel. The bathwater grew lukewarm and the ash of his cigarette fell onto the cracked tiles from his hand lazing over the side of the tub. Abandoned equations littered paper scrunched into balls and strewn over the floor. Vereshin contained his grief and immersed himself in work. The emotion bled through to his functioning and sent his concentration into despair.Since the loss of [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]'s unborn child, her lover had fallen to the Dark Side beyond redemption and confirmed his loyalty to the Sith. Vereshin attempted to retain his balance despite ever present feeling of loss. He knew he was not ready to raise a child at such a young age. He grieved predominantly for Pom who experienced the loss at a far greater level than himself. Vereshin sighed deeply on his responsibility and rose to his feet shakily in the bath water. He removed his ankles slowly in effort not to slip and felt the cold air on his warmed skin.
The Sith Empire tasked him with subterfuge, the infiltration of an Alliance research division. Managing the task amidst the emotion he remained so alien to proved rife with conflict. Discarding the cigarette in the water, he stepped onto the tiles and wrapped himself in fluffy towels. He dried and rubbed his hands and face in cream before combing his hair, slicking it over and holding a towel over his bony chest. The city lights shone through make-shift blinds and Vereshin walked into the lounge room to meet the crackled reception of a holo-screen.
Vi flicked through the screen on a remote pad for any possible developments of the political situation. Not that he cared or bothered to know. His task demanded he remain astute beyond his usual capability. Throwing the remote aside, he chose his clothes and dressed in a long, black coat with a standing collar and plus fours which tucked into boots with pointed toes. The air was chilled and he wore a scarf buttoned beneath his coat with a silver pin on the breast. Beyond the dark shades of his attire, there was no way to tell that he served the Sith. He slid his notebook and pen securely inside his coat.
Leaving the hotel room, he made sure he carried his passkey and locked the door. He found the elevator at the hand of the corridor, passing the odd spice addict by anti-alliance graffiti and keyed in the ground floor. Upon entering, he meet the face of a man, his presence in the Force strong. Vereshin swallowed a gulp and held his stoic will. He immediately concealed his affinity with the Dark Side and appeared with no connection to the Force. Conflict surged from the man which made Vereshin almost assume that he safely did not belong to the Jedi. Then again, the ways of the many Light Side orders remained a mystery to the Sith Knight.
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