10-22-2016, 12:25 PM
The last known details on the Prime known as The Humble Sage stated that he had fled towards the Vasty Deep in a cloak of white. Made sense to start his investigation there. Hiro made his way through the bustling streets of Coruscant to Tier 1, and stepped through the gate to the Deeps, emerging in the hot sun and salty air of Costa del Sol.
Just as he did the first time he entered Coruscant, he paused, stepping away from the gate so as to not block foot traffic, and took in the scenery. It was a surprising mix of tech and quaint, terracotta island buildings. Sun and shade were in equal supply here, and random tourists with bright, loud shirts dotted the entry plaza. Another shining example of Imperial management success. Now to think...
Hiro pulled up his profile on the Sage, and read for a bit. The gate from Coruscant let out right into the heart of the city, but the gate from the Nexus was located more on the outskirts. That would be his first destination. He tried to put himself in the Sage's mind as he walked through the crowds. Fleeing the scene of a crime, dressed in white? He would have stood out. No sense trying to blend into the crowd, he'd stick out like a cigarette in a pack of cigars. Which reminded Hiro.
He'd been meaning to try some of the local cigars, having gotten a taste for the Sunshine Slims that could be found in convienience stores all over Coruscant. As he entered the more low-tech, dockside region of Costa, he spotted a vendor with rolled brown cylinders on a cheap table, not one hundred feet from the gate. "What's up friend? Lemme get a few of those rollos?"
The proprietor blinked and gave him a nearly toothless smile. "Sho ting, brudda. How many ya be wantin?" Hiro shrugged. "If I buy five and a holding case, will you tell me if you saw someone that looked like this a while back?" He swiped the air and a 3D model of the Sage fleeing appeared in front of the vendor. The man held his tobacco stained fingers up to his chin and stroked it thoughtfully, while picking out Hiro's purchase and packaging it up. "Coo be, coo be me frenn. I tink I seent him runnin' cross de plaza. He duck into dere, and no come out for long time."
The man pointed down the street to a sign for an inn. The Velvet Dolphin. Hiro nodded, dismissing the hologram and paying for him purchase with Imperial scrip, moremore than the cigars were worth. Igniting one with a flick of his lighter , he puffed deeply on it and sucked in the spicy, flavorful smoke before exhaling a dark cloud over the market and heading towards the inn.
Just as he did the first time he entered Coruscant, he paused, stepping away from the gate so as to not block foot traffic, and took in the scenery. It was a surprising mix of tech and quaint, terracotta island buildings. Sun and shade were in equal supply here, and random tourists with bright, loud shirts dotted the entry plaza. Another shining example of Imperial management success. Now to think...
Hiro pulled up his profile on the Sage, and read for a bit. The gate from Coruscant let out right into the heart of the city, but the gate from the Nexus was located more on the outskirts. That would be his first destination. He tried to put himself in the Sage's mind as he walked through the crowds. Fleeing the scene of a crime, dressed in white? He would have stood out. No sense trying to blend into the crowd, he'd stick out like a cigarette in a pack of cigars. Which reminded Hiro.
He'd been meaning to try some of the local cigars, having gotten a taste for the Sunshine Slims that could be found in convienience stores all over Coruscant. As he entered the more low-tech, dockside region of Costa, he spotted a vendor with rolled brown cylinders on a cheap table, not one hundred feet from the gate. "What's up friend? Lemme get a few of those rollos?"
The proprietor blinked and gave him a nearly toothless smile. "Sho ting, brudda. How many ya be wantin?" Hiro shrugged. "If I buy five and a holding case, will you tell me if you saw someone that looked like this a while back?" He swiped the air and a 3D model of the Sage fleeing appeared in front of the vendor. The man held his tobacco stained fingers up to his chin and stroked it thoughtfully, while picking out Hiro's purchase and packaging it up. "Coo be, coo be me frenn. I tink I seent him runnin' cross de plaza. He duck into dere, and no come out for long time."
The man pointed down the street to a sign for an inn. The Velvet Dolphin. Hiro nodded, dismissing the hologram and paying for him purchase with Imperial scrip, moremore than the cigars were worth. Igniting one with a flick of his lighter , he puffed deeply on it and sucked in the spicy, flavorful smoke before exhaling a dark cloud over the market and heading towards the inn.
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