Home Away From Home

[Pod Kilian]

Taris was long behind, now. That rakghoul-infested, half-rubble wasteland that he'd been reluctantly raised in was home no longer, and Pod was headed for a place he felt most at home, a place his father, Tamet Kilian, used to visit frequently for his "work"; the Coruscant undercity. The undercity was choc-full of pirates and smugglers, bandits and criminals, hired guns, and scum all alike, and a plethora of poor Coruscanti people to hide among, which suited Pod just damn fine. He, himself, was a bounty hunter, just like his father before him, and Coruscant was the perfect place to get into a bit of trouble and accrue a couple of well-made credits along the way. Pod Kilian took a bit pride in his lineage, his father and grandfather amassing a large sum of wealth through hit jobs and guard duty on Taris, Nal Hutta, Nar Shadaa, and Coruscant, and his great-grandfather being some sort of Admiral in the Republic navy (or so his father told him-- Pod didn't necessarily believe it), and so it was up to Pod to carry on his family name, who'd, luckily, been firing blasters since he was old enough to hold one.

He arrived at Capital Terminal at what seemed like the break of dawn, and let himself in to a beautifully work-in-progress bay. The Terminal was exactly one wouldn't expect from Coruscant; relatively small, unclean, and almost empty-- it wasn't hard to slip past any security that might have been suspicious of Pod's abrupt seizure of an empty airspeeder outside of the spaceport, and he beelined for an undercity entrance. Level 1990 was Pod's destination-- Deep enough to be without heavy supervision, and a familiar sight from the frequent visits in his childhood. Having abandoned his "borrowed" speeder at the uppermost level, Pod hopped into a turbolift.

Home away from home.

Level 1990 was teeming with life; cantinas and clubs lined the streets for miles, drunks, criminals, and club-goers lined them for just as long, and Pod fit right in: he donned almost a full set of salvaged Mandalorian armour that he'd come across in his years spent in the Outer Rim. It was heavily worn, dented, and chipped, but for what it was worth, it got the job done. He left his head and hands bare (they were the only two pieces that he couldn't find in any sort of wearable condition), and utilised twin B22 blaster pistols as his weapons of choice. Taking his time to absorb the surrounding life and lights, Pod made his way towards the nearest cantina, where he could have a drink and, maybe, collect a client or two.

[Colton Hunter]

Three on one wasn't exactly a fair fight, but he felt those three Gamoreans didn't realize that until they were on the ground and the gold armored Mandalorian stood over them. Coruscant was a Galactic Alliance world, the former New Republic having won a decisive victory over the Empire even as their Empress fell from grace, betrayed by her own brother.

It was a wound to the Jensaari. But he had made a promise to the Silver Knight. He'd return her home one day. For now, he needed better Intel. A watering hole would do, nicely. He'd soon enter, and pause there, assessing a man dressed as a Mandalorian.