06-07-2017, 10:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-08-2017, 08:29 PM by Jaixe Furiael.
Edit Reason: Changing the topic name to remove it from being a quest, due to the change in the rules.
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“My, time certainly flies when you’re stuck in an abyss for years.” Jaixe commented under his breath with a hint of irritation and sarcasm, aptly matching his foul mood. Here he was again, wandering between the spires of Coruscant, with people and cars so claustrophobically packed together he had a difficult time believing that traffic ever flowed at all.
With no allies, no friends, no lasting effects on the world, and nothing to denote change in the time he was gone; all that he had was himself. He couldn’t remember what happened, only the unending whiteness that befell him and entrapped him for an unknown length of time, testing his sanity to its utmost limits. Did time even truly pass in his absence? He couldn’t say, and that coupled with his jarring reawakening at that damnable fountain did little to set him on the right foot today.
What he could say instead is that his head thumped constantly, wracking him with a persistent dull pain, people were rude and far too clustered together, and it was bitterly cold in the afternoons of this world, especially with the constant gusts of wind from squealing trucks and cars flying past at blinding speeds, whose noise seemed to endlessly reverberate in his head like an incessant, pulsing echo. To add to his ire, the sun that would normally help keep him warm decided that hiding behind the various towers was more valuable than giving him even the slightest ray of light and warmth. He cursed whoever designed this city with spires that blot out the sky and continued onward through the oncoming swarm of impatient, impudent pedestrians, pulling his long coat, buttoned up and black with dark crimson stripes along the edges, closer to him for warmth.
Despite the string of disappointments and irritants, he was determined to get back into action sooner rather than later. He was cautious and slow before, seeking to be methodical about his approach, and that cost him time. This time he was going to be more assertive and actively hunt his objectives, but to do so he required access to resources he currently lacked. The Empire suited his needs sufficiently for such, and even a modicum of respect in the faction could carry him a long way.
It took only a short while to traverse the crowds and find his way into one of many departments dedicated to the ever-so-vigilant Imperial Peace Division. He remembered clearly that the Empire greatly valued Primes that volunteered their services to them, especially those that let the research division conduct excruciating tests on them. Seeing as he was somewhat allergic to being experimented on by Omni-knows who or what, he chose the more sensible option of hunting down criminals.
The massive lofty complex that served as a base of operations for what essentially were the peacekeepers of Imperial society in this verse was certainly difficult to take in completely, mostly since the Empire valued signs of power and prestige over practicality in its architecture. The many stories were likely filled to the brim with Stormtroopers and office workers performing a variety of tasks that kept the gears of this well-oiled machine of “justice” turning.
Upon entering the stately lobby, Jaixe was immediately greeted with further irritation at their choice of décor. It wasn’t the polished floors, clean, almost featureless walls, the organized kiosks and waiting benches, nor the people walking to and fro and conversing about this problem or that report, no. It was the color, the Imperial white that surrounded him and which almost sent him reeling.
What is with that damn non-color that everyone likes so much?! He thought to himself, suppressing an almost involuntary urge to go slicing up the room.
Shaking off his momentary lapse into fury, he wandered over on silent footsteps to one of the workers at the front desk, attempting to put on his best neutral face as he could manage.
The man was a dreary looking person to be sure, sitting at his desk in his trim, metal gray uniform and his short, well-kempt hair combed over to the side, half-consciously reading through reports and news, and only making the occasional edit when he can be bothered to pay even the slightest bit attention to what he's doing rather than staring into the abyss. He didn’t seem to even register Jaixe’s arrival, at first, until he noticed that the light got dim suddenly. He looked up at Jaixe with a bored expression, “Can I help you?”
Jaixe stifled a sigh before replying, “I noticed a public request for the assistance of a Prime to hunt down a rather peculiar target or two...”
Jaixe brought up the public notice in question, a bounty on some petty criminal that’s been giving the local law enforcement agency some trouble to show to the officer.
The man nodded, “Yeah, put that up a few days ago. Guessing you want info?”
“That would be ideal,” Jaixe affirmed, returning the device to his pocket.
“Alrighty,” The small man stood up with a sigh, “follow me then, I’ll get ya started.”
“That particular bastard’s been irritating us for the past couple of weeks,” the man started as the duo walked around the desk and down into the nearby hallway.
“Seems to me he’s been trying to get under our skins and taunt us.”
“I think I can relate…” Jaixe mumbled, attempting his best to ignore the ever-clean, blank white hallways.
“Why just the other day he…,” the officer went on and on about the various deeds and misadventures of this criminal and their gang and the division's attempts to track and catch them. They called themselves the Red Death or something like that, Jaixe wasn't paying much attention. He didn’t particularly find the name all that unique either, but in the den of scum and villainy that is the lower levels of Coruscant, he supposed creativity had its limits. At least they didn’t name themselves the White Death...
With no allies, no friends, no lasting effects on the world, and nothing to denote change in the time he was gone; all that he had was himself. He couldn’t remember what happened, only the unending whiteness that befell him and entrapped him for an unknown length of time, testing his sanity to its utmost limits. Did time even truly pass in his absence? He couldn’t say, and that coupled with his jarring reawakening at that damnable fountain did little to set him on the right foot today.
What he could say instead is that his head thumped constantly, wracking him with a persistent dull pain, people were rude and far too clustered together, and it was bitterly cold in the afternoons of this world, especially with the constant gusts of wind from squealing trucks and cars flying past at blinding speeds, whose noise seemed to endlessly reverberate in his head like an incessant, pulsing echo. To add to his ire, the sun that would normally help keep him warm decided that hiding behind the various towers was more valuable than giving him even the slightest ray of light and warmth. He cursed whoever designed this city with spires that blot out the sky and continued onward through the oncoming swarm of impatient, impudent pedestrians, pulling his long coat, buttoned up and black with dark crimson stripes along the edges, closer to him for warmth.
Despite the string of disappointments and irritants, he was determined to get back into action sooner rather than later. He was cautious and slow before, seeking to be methodical about his approach, and that cost him time. This time he was going to be more assertive and actively hunt his objectives, but to do so he required access to resources he currently lacked. The Empire suited his needs sufficiently for such, and even a modicum of respect in the faction could carry him a long way.
It took only a short while to traverse the crowds and find his way into one of many departments dedicated to the ever-so-vigilant Imperial Peace Division. He remembered clearly that the Empire greatly valued Primes that volunteered their services to them, especially those that let the research division conduct excruciating tests on them. Seeing as he was somewhat allergic to being experimented on by Omni-knows who or what, he chose the more sensible option of hunting down criminals.
The massive lofty complex that served as a base of operations for what essentially were the peacekeepers of Imperial society in this verse was certainly difficult to take in completely, mostly since the Empire valued signs of power and prestige over practicality in its architecture. The many stories were likely filled to the brim with Stormtroopers and office workers performing a variety of tasks that kept the gears of this well-oiled machine of “justice” turning.
Upon entering the stately lobby, Jaixe was immediately greeted with further irritation at their choice of décor. It wasn’t the polished floors, clean, almost featureless walls, the organized kiosks and waiting benches, nor the people walking to and fro and conversing about this problem or that report, no. It was the color, the Imperial white that surrounded him and which almost sent him reeling.
What is with that damn non-color that everyone likes so much?! He thought to himself, suppressing an almost involuntary urge to go slicing up the room.
Shaking off his momentary lapse into fury, he wandered over on silent footsteps to one of the workers at the front desk, attempting to put on his best neutral face as he could manage.
The man was a dreary looking person to be sure, sitting at his desk in his trim, metal gray uniform and his short, well-kempt hair combed over to the side, half-consciously reading through reports and news, and only making the occasional edit when he can be bothered to pay even the slightest bit attention to what he's doing rather than staring into the abyss. He didn’t seem to even register Jaixe’s arrival, at first, until he noticed that the light got dim suddenly. He looked up at Jaixe with a bored expression, “Can I help you?”
Jaixe stifled a sigh before replying, “I noticed a public request for the assistance of a Prime to hunt down a rather peculiar target or two...”
Jaixe brought up the public notice in question, a bounty on some petty criminal that’s been giving the local law enforcement agency some trouble to show to the officer.
The man nodded, “Yeah, put that up a few days ago. Guessing you want info?”
“That would be ideal,” Jaixe affirmed, returning the device to his pocket.
“Alrighty,” The small man stood up with a sigh, “follow me then, I’ll get ya started.”
“That particular bastard’s been irritating us for the past couple of weeks,” the man started as the duo walked around the desk and down into the nearby hallway.
“Seems to me he’s been trying to get under our skins and taunt us.”
“I think I can relate…” Jaixe mumbled, attempting his best to ignore the ever-clean, blank white hallways.
“Why just the other day he…,” the officer went on and on about the various deeds and misadventures of this criminal and their gang and the division's attempts to track and catch them. They called themselves the Red Death or something like that, Jaixe wasn't paying much attention. He didn’t particularly find the name all that unique either, but in the den of scum and villainy that is the lower levels of Coruscant, he supposed creativity had its limits. At least they didn’t name themselves the White Death...