The Empire's

[Lamar Starworth]

Life on Coruscant was a hustle.

Everyday there was something to be done. Most circled the sky in an endless cycle of traffic to get to a single destination. Hopes and dreams brought foreigners to the planet and metropolis. Seek of great fortunes erected large buildings, and small that landscaped the city in an endless beauty of technology. The contrast for most home worlds and the core giant were extreme, but also poetic.

There was so much range in the galaxy far, far away.

One range that few had not imagined was a Knight amidst the Imperial ranks. An unusual story, Lamar had walked a line fit for preservation. He had survived the torture of Inquisitors, reassignments, and the front-lines by not simply luck, but the Force. Most would not have expected Lamar to have entered the ranks. His story was one befitting for a runaway before he trotted the Academy in uniform.

The surprise of his abilities had called for a scare that he could not easily shake. In spite his voyage to the present, he did seem quite fine. No noticeable or noteable marks were on his body, and he walked with a composure that entail his status. Unique in the amount of space he could roam, Lamar answered to few of his fellow Imperials. An agent sent to undo enemies, from Rebels to internal mishaps, he sought only the nod of specific governmental officals and internal organizations such as the Inquisitors.

Behind the shroud of his unnoticed successes, he walked the Coruscant streets with focus and certainity. Attire in an Imperial uniform, absent of that silly hat, he merit much attention from commoners. Plenty people were use to seeing off-duty soldiers, especially in this District, but few had seen Lamar before. It was all the more unusual, for he had a number of medals plaster to his chest.

Who exactly was this guy, were the whispers as he trek, searching for something to do on this bright day.

[Alpha]

Alpha sucks in a breath in amazement, gazing out at the majesty of Coruscant. He might have been here before. Honestly, he didn't know. He still had not managed to reclaim his missing years of memories. As it was, he had decided to just enjoy the city, as if it was his first time. He glances around, certain that he looked the fool. Luckily, either no one had noticed, or the surrounding people were too used to yokes gaping in amazement. Either way, it was good. He hated to draw attention to himself, and, with his silver hair and matching eyes, that was something he did far to often. Smiling ruefully, he suddenly freezes when he sees an Imperial officer--a high ranking one by the medals and scrap pinned to the front of his uniform. He raises an eyebrow, and watches from the corner of his eye as the man passed him by.

Something--training, instinct, or something else--was screaming at him to follow that man. Something didn't seem right. With a small sigh, he brings up the hood of his black cloak, and waits a few more seconds, slipping into the crowd, but keeping his eyes on the Imperial. Keeping his distance, he begins to follow him.

[Gavrilo Krass]

Whistleing shrilly at his surroundings, Gavrilo coulden't help but to gave in wonder at the city bustling around him, tall spires of twisted steel and glass piercing the sky. Gavrilo was woken from his revirre by a flash of light, a reflection. Slinging his satchel around one shoulder he begins to trot toward the source, an Imperial officer with a wall of metals on his chest. "Hell, I always was lookin for a way to see the galaxy, Wonder what would happen if I enlisted in the army.". And so Gavrilo trots toward the officer, intent on catching up to him.

Oy!

Gavrilo slips through the crowd and walks up behind the officer.

Hey mate, where can I join up?

[Hesko Noreem]

Hesko Noreem watched the passers by from a balcony one floor above street level. He'd been doing so for a week, keeping track of the Imperial officers who traveled the route, hoping to catch a good target. Three days had passed since he'd taken up residence in the one bedroom apartment, with no luck. Not a single officer, worth anything to the Empire, took to walking these streets, until now.

The honours over the man's heart seemed to be the perfect bull's eye. His death would certainly cause a reaction in this district, especially one so 'safe and secure.' Hesko walked into his soon to be vacant apartment and in a minute returned with a glass of water in his left hand and an X-45 in the other. He downed the water, set the glass on the balcony's ledge, and pulled up the rifle within the shadow of the balcony above. Steadying himself he took aim, gazing through the scope to meet his target.

It was within the sights that he caught the quick movements of hood being brought up, it struck the sniper as odd, perhaps it was the sunlight, but the shine was hitting the buildings at this hour, not the streets. The hooded figure began walking, matching the pace of the crowd, in the exact wake of the officer. Was this guy an assassin too, maybe a bodyguard? Just then a second man emerged from the crowd also in the officer's wake, this guy's mouth forming words Hesko couldn't hear. He doubted the idea that his cover was blown at this point, but just in case he lowered the rifle. He kept his hand firm on the grip with eyes on the prize.