08-26-2015, 08:18 PM
The squad of Stromtroopers on the other side of the Coruscant-Nexus gate were ready for Dante's arrival, witnessing him through the watery window of the portal. Like the guards on the outside, the soldiers here flanked the motorcycle's path in single file, but with triple the numbers. At their head, blocking the way, was who Dante assumed was the particular commander for this squad of soldiers, for the intricacies and decorations upon his armor design. He quickly stopped his bike, responding to the commander's open palm.
"New Prime?" The decorated suit of white padding spoke, bearing a harder voice than his associate on the other side of the gate. "State your name and business."
"I hear there's a certain someone out there bearing something akin to my likeness. I'd like to ensure I'm not associated with him," Dante announced clearly. While he may look different enough now, dressed with his black vestment over his longcoat, he'd rather not take a risk before he could solve it.
The commander looked at him with the same blank stare upon his helmet, while his posture stood unflinching. "...Your name, Prime."
Dante nearly smacked himself over that detail. Though he did so anyway, in reality, to actually buy time to deliberate over what name of his to actually use. Better safe than sorry, he decided. "Tony Redgrave." His human persona was generally a lesser risk, except when he was on a major mission and it became irrelevant.
The soldier pulled out some digital device and tapped away at it for a few moments. Registering the name, probably. This 'Empire' clearly liked their security, if they were taking note of every person that passed through their gates. And from the quick glances Dante was able to sneak at the city around them, it was for good measure: the place was practically a utopian metropolis. Towering buildings, floating highways of hovercars, a brilliant sunlit sky shining down, and not a single person who looked less than upper class. It made Dante wonder what secrets this city had tucked away to make this topside look so presentable.
"Alright, Redgrave. You mentioned something about a terrorist looking like you?" The squad commander asked, a couple of moments after finishing whatever he was up to with the data device. Tired of sitting on the running bike, Dante cut power from the engine and parked the cycle, heaving a leg over to dismount. He adjusted the weight of the silvery sword on his back, and then finally looked back.
"That's right. I don't want to get any cases of mistaken identity when I'm walking down the street or anything like that," Dante coolly explained, shifting his tone away from the firm, serious one he held prior. "So, anything special I can do to prevent that kind of problem?"
A certain 'hrm' emitted from the commander, seeming to consider Dante's words carefully. Meanwhile, the Stormtroopers dispersed somewhat, returning to posts stationed around the gate rather than flanking the entryway. Two troopers remained on standby near the commander, however. After a few seconds of pondering from the leader, he answered, "I suppose there are several ways. You could obtain an official citizenship for Coruscant, as a certain identity to protect you from false accusations. You might enlist in the ranks of the Imperial military-" this earned a cross of the arms and a more defined frown from Dante, "...Or perhaps, if you're feeling personal about it, you could register yourself as a bounty hunter and eliminate the threat yourself."
The half-devil's serious visage remained. The latter option did hold more appeal to him, certainly, and for a lot of reasons. One was that Dante didn't submit well to higher authority. Like the sword bound to him, the Son of Sparda was an irrepressible soul that would sooner punch a cop in the face than even be turned in for questioning. Obviously, that was a factor he had grown out of somewhat, but the basic urge still remained - he wouldn't submit to a higher power, and he would do whatever things he wanted in his way - within logical reason, of course.
Another reason, related to the first, was Dante's perceptions of this 'Empire'. The name they wore so proudly, the soldiers clad completely in universal white armor, the largely utopian feel of the above-ground of this city; it all rung as something off-kilter to Dante. They obviously had a lot of power and resources to even get this advanced, and the thing with empires was that there was always typically a ruler at their head. Maybe that ruler here was benevolent, and maybe not. He didn't exactly pressing to know right now, and he didn't want to find out when he was already strung up into his services and loyalty.
In any case, his question wasn't exactly answered. "...So how do I go about any of that?"
"New Prime?" The decorated suit of white padding spoke, bearing a harder voice than his associate on the other side of the gate. "State your name and business."
"I hear there's a certain someone out there bearing something akin to my likeness. I'd like to ensure I'm not associated with him," Dante announced clearly. While he may look different enough now, dressed with his black vestment over his longcoat, he'd rather not take a risk before he could solve it.
The commander looked at him with the same blank stare upon his helmet, while his posture stood unflinching. "...Your name, Prime."
Dante nearly smacked himself over that detail. Though he did so anyway, in reality, to actually buy time to deliberate over what name of his to actually use. Better safe than sorry, he decided. "Tony Redgrave." His human persona was generally a lesser risk, except when he was on a major mission and it became irrelevant.
The soldier pulled out some digital device and tapped away at it for a few moments. Registering the name, probably. This 'Empire' clearly liked their security, if they were taking note of every person that passed through their gates. And from the quick glances Dante was able to sneak at the city around them, it was for good measure: the place was practically a utopian metropolis. Towering buildings, floating highways of hovercars, a brilliant sunlit sky shining down, and not a single person who looked less than upper class. It made Dante wonder what secrets this city had tucked away to make this topside look so presentable.
"Alright, Redgrave. You mentioned something about a terrorist looking like you?" The squad commander asked, a couple of moments after finishing whatever he was up to with the data device. Tired of sitting on the running bike, Dante cut power from the engine and parked the cycle, heaving a leg over to dismount. He adjusted the weight of the silvery sword on his back, and then finally looked back.
"That's right. I don't want to get any cases of mistaken identity when I'm walking down the street or anything like that," Dante coolly explained, shifting his tone away from the firm, serious one he held prior. "So, anything special I can do to prevent that kind of problem?"
A certain 'hrm' emitted from the commander, seeming to consider Dante's words carefully. Meanwhile, the Stormtroopers dispersed somewhat, returning to posts stationed around the gate rather than flanking the entryway. Two troopers remained on standby near the commander, however. After a few seconds of pondering from the leader, he answered, "I suppose there are several ways. You could obtain an official citizenship for Coruscant, as a certain identity to protect you from false accusations. You might enlist in the ranks of the Imperial military-" this earned a cross of the arms and a more defined frown from Dante, "...Or perhaps, if you're feeling personal about it, you could register yourself as a bounty hunter and eliminate the threat yourself."
The half-devil's serious visage remained. The latter option did hold more appeal to him, certainly, and for a lot of reasons. One was that Dante didn't submit well to higher authority. Like the sword bound to him, the Son of Sparda was an irrepressible soul that would sooner punch a cop in the face than even be turned in for questioning. Obviously, that was a factor he had grown out of somewhat, but the basic urge still remained - he wouldn't submit to a higher power, and he would do whatever things he wanted in his way - within logical reason, of course.
Another reason, related to the first, was Dante's perceptions of this 'Empire'. The name they wore so proudly, the soldiers clad completely in universal white armor, the largely utopian feel of the above-ground of this city; it all rung as something off-kilter to Dante. They obviously had a lot of power and resources to even get this advanced, and the thing with empires was that there was always typically a ruler at their head. Maybe that ruler here was benevolent, and maybe not. He didn't exactly pressing to know right now, and he didn't want to find out when he was already strung up into his services and loyalty.
In any case, his question wasn't exactly answered. "...So how do I go about any of that?"