From the Dusts.....

[Draco Cystine]

It was an all too normal day on Coruscant. A nonstop wave of ships streaked in every which direction about the towering buildings of the industrial sector. The air was teaming with the sounds of gears, claxons and servos from the droids that scurried about in the midday sun. Creatures from all ends of the galaxy filed into the streets, all too busy to break stride for anything. It was the rush that had become synonymous with the Imperial Center.

A neatly clad gentlemen made his way through a small marketplace fighting what seemed to be lunch hour traffic. He seemed very suspicious. Unlike the others who browsed the market this day, he seemed very focused and almost too rushed, even for Coruscant. He clutched a rather large package that he had tucked beneath his robes. It was clear from the sweat that had begun pouring from his brow that whatever he carried was either very dangerous or very important...........

Earlier:

The same gentleman from the market was seated in a travel plaza waiting for someone. His anxiousness caused him to constantly check on the list of arrivals, as if he knew what he was waiting for. He had specific instructions to meet someone at this plaza, so he sat waiting with no further instructions but to be where he was when he was. It was the nature of his masters operations. It's how things always were and he always obeyed. He believed his greatest ally was his ignorance. But this time was different, he could tell that this was something big. Something bigger than he even. But what, what could it possibly be that kept him waiting in this terminal at this time.

"Excuse me", he asked a pilot, who just happened to be passing at the moment. "Which terminal is this?"
"Why, this is terminal 3", the pilot replied, "Arrivals from Endor........."

[Draco Cystine]

And now he was rushing through this maketplace, with this package and no idea what it could be. No matter how dangerous or important it was, he knew it would be far more dangerous for him not to get the package to his master on time.

He was headed to a small watering-hole at the end of the marketplace where noone looked and noone could ever be found. His master took great pride in discretion. The entrance was fronted by an old part store for droids, but the parts were mostly for older out of date models. So there was no telling who would walk through the door looking for an old energycell, voicebox or logicchip. It was always thed same when you entered. You walked straight to the cashier and asked to see the manager. Then you would ask the manager for a replacement left arm for your old C series droid. When he asked what happened to the old arm. You'd say it was lost in the struggle. He'd then take a good look at you and lead you into the stockroom, down a stairwell and into the Cantina.

It was a very risky operation. They cornered the market on illegal gambling, prostitution and all illegal substances in the industrial sector of the imperial center. It was rumored that the owner had never visited out of fear for the crowd he'd attract. So it was as usual to the farthest booth in the farthest back corner where his master was waiting.

[Draco Cystine]

"Do you have what I sent you to retrieve Malclow?", rang a dark voice from within the shadows of the booth.When suddenly, a pale face emerged from the shadows.

His ivory exoskeleton seemed humanoid in structure. His Jaw, his eyes, everything down to his upright stance were all humanoid in nature, but he, as far as closest observations could tell, was no mammal. In fact his only internal skeleton was that of his central nervous system and spinal column. This came along with the uncanny ability to regenerate severed or mutilated limbs. This is something he perfected particularly through the force.

He was a particularly menacing figure standing at just under 2 meters tall. He hid his large pale physique beneath his dark black robes. Especially his grim, dead face which eminated from a large skull plate that extended back to protect his brainstem.

He was very ambitious. His hunger for power reached way deeper than his journey into the darkside. But today they both were well alive within him. The rules of his kind allowed for only two, never more never less. So to many he didn't exist. In fact, he didnt exist to most. But today he had decided that he must emerge from the dusts.

[Draco Cystine]

"Yes master Cystine. I waited just like you said. Terminal 3 and the man came just as you said and........". The man was silenced by a mere gesture of Cystines index finger. It pointed to the door.

"I want my shuttle prepared immediately. Tommorow we leave for Corellia........Home"

"Yes My lord", the man replied before turning and scurrying for the exit leaving Cystine behind to enjoy his drink and calculate his next move.

[Draco Cystine]

It had been all too long since Draco had returned to Corellia. He had a great history there. The glory days seemed all too distant. And he was sure that the Corellia that he would return to would be very unfamiliar to him. He wasn't even sure if he would receive a warm welcome, but he knew nowhere else.

He hoped that his newest aquisition would assure that he would at least live past his return. The rest was up to him. His plans were very indepth, and this was just the beginning. He knew that without a warm welcome, his plans would be thwarted. But something told him that he had nothing to worry about.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

The sun was rising, visible through the broad swath of transparisteel that served the Coronet apartment as a window. Giving the brilliant clouds a glance, Je'gan launched himself into another Teras Kasi kata. The window was open a crack, and out in the street he could hear the masses beginning their day. The noise was beginning to distract him, but he pushed through it. At least he had gotten the bulk of his day's Teras Kasi practice out of the way before they awoke: five hundred punches; a selection of kicks; acrobatics; and so forth. Without interruption from the outside world - ah, it was nice.

But something was weighing on his mind today. He'd spent over an hour trying to shake the feeling that someone or something was coming to Corellia. Now he was forced to admit that the feeling he normally associated with new arrivals at TSO headquarters on Korriban was, in fact, telling him something. He stopped the kata and sat down in the chair by the window, looking out over the cityscape. The apartment was a solid twelve stories up, and he always enjoyed the view when he stayed here. The window faced Coronet Interstellar Spaceport, whose skyways were always in motion. When whatever it was arrived on Corellia, it would probably do so either at Coronet Interstellar or one of the smaller private facilities that dotted the city. One wasn't far away, perhaps five minutes' jog.

This had something to do with the Force, of that he was certain. Probably the Dark Side. Another Sith coming out from the shadows? An Inquisitor? And for what purpose? He wasn't stupid enough to pinpoint himself as the only possible cause, but there was always the chance that Tear was finally after him and had pierced the veil of secrecy he'd fabricated.

Throwing on a long black cloak over his exercise gear, he retrieved his lightsaber from under his pillow and stowed it in the small of his back. There was no time to get freshened up: whatever it was, Je'gan felt deep in his gut that it would be here within the hour.