William Lawson
Jan 13th, 2003, 02:56:31 PM
William Lawson sat surrounded by people, yet completely alone.
He was in a small café on Coruscant, in one of the more lawless areas. In front of him lay a folded newspaper and a mug of something hot, which sent little plumes of smoke up into the cold air. He shivered slightly and took a sip of his drink, sighing as the warmth filled him and spread to the chilly limbs of him body.
There was no putting it off any longer. He had been sipping on that same cup of coffee for twenty minutes now, topping it up when it was down to its last dregs. It didn’t matter how much he tried to calm his nerves, he was still going to be anxious about it all. Joining the Watch, that is. He was built for it, which much was obvious as he stood up and left his payment – and tip – for his drink. He’d been practicing the fine art of walking like a copper for a few weeks now, and as he departed for the Watch headquarters swaggered off down the street in that foot-swinging manner that all of the officers seemed to.
Adroitpolis Yard. It was truly a … unique building. He wasn’t quite sure whether to call it awesome or decadent. It stood out from the surrounding modern buildings like a sore thumb, with its aging steel work. None the less it commanded a fair deal of respect in the city. Unlike the Jedi, the Watch tended to be far less forgiving and far more brutal with criminals. A good deal of the officers had once been convicts themselves, or so William had heard, and had cleaned up their act to help out on the mean streets of Coruscant.
It was a hub of information on villainy, obviously. Any crime that occurred was assured to be brought to the attention of the Commander (renowned throughout the City for being the most ruthless of the whole band), and dossiers were kept on as many citizens as could be created. They even tried to keep an eye on the comings and goings of traffic, an immense task. Yes, it was an efficient machine, and they didn’t even collaborate with the Jedi.
The recruit strode up to the desk manned by a short man, who had the look of a rather inept guard about him; that is, the kind of man that would much prefer to be asleep or in the nearest pub rather than sitting on one post all day doing a whole lot of nothing. Of course when such a large, threatening silhouette hovered over his desk he couldn’t help but raise his gaze.
“… ‘ow can I ‘elp you?”
William shifted from one foot to the other, then stated in a defiant tone.
“I want to join.”
He was in a small café on Coruscant, in one of the more lawless areas. In front of him lay a folded newspaper and a mug of something hot, which sent little plumes of smoke up into the cold air. He shivered slightly and took a sip of his drink, sighing as the warmth filled him and spread to the chilly limbs of him body.
There was no putting it off any longer. He had been sipping on that same cup of coffee for twenty minutes now, topping it up when it was down to its last dregs. It didn’t matter how much he tried to calm his nerves, he was still going to be anxious about it all. Joining the Watch, that is. He was built for it, which much was obvious as he stood up and left his payment – and tip – for his drink. He’d been practicing the fine art of walking like a copper for a few weeks now, and as he departed for the Watch headquarters swaggered off down the street in that foot-swinging manner that all of the officers seemed to.
Adroitpolis Yard. It was truly a … unique building. He wasn’t quite sure whether to call it awesome or decadent. It stood out from the surrounding modern buildings like a sore thumb, with its aging steel work. None the less it commanded a fair deal of respect in the city. Unlike the Jedi, the Watch tended to be far less forgiving and far more brutal with criminals. A good deal of the officers had once been convicts themselves, or so William had heard, and had cleaned up their act to help out on the mean streets of Coruscant.
It was a hub of information on villainy, obviously. Any crime that occurred was assured to be brought to the attention of the Commander (renowned throughout the City for being the most ruthless of the whole band), and dossiers were kept on as many citizens as could be created. They even tried to keep an eye on the comings and goings of traffic, an immense task. Yes, it was an efficient machine, and they didn’t even collaborate with the Jedi.
The recruit strode up to the desk manned by a short man, who had the look of a rather inept guard about him; that is, the kind of man that would much prefer to be asleep or in the nearest pub rather than sitting on one post all day doing a whole lot of nothing. Of course when such a large, threatening silhouette hovered over his desk he couldn’t help but raise his gaze.
“… ‘ow can I ‘elp you?”
William shifted from one foot to the other, then stated in a defiant tone.
“I want to join.”