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DK Verse--
The shadow passed, as the gaudy bright light of Coruscant was dimmed slightly when a vessel secretly and stealthily landed. What was more important, was who was piloting the thing. The capital city, the crown jewel of the Republic hadn't changed in the years since he had been here last.
When he last saw the daylight of this City. Before he was born into who he was now. A better man, for all intents and purposes. At least he had a purpose. And this purpose was ridding the galaxy of the criminal. Yes, it was a rather big, daunting, and altogether impossible task. But he did it anyway.
Who else would?
But he had promises to keep, something he had broken a long time ago. The ship was nestled secretly somewhere in the bowels of the city, whilst the dark figure that he had become dashed from walkway to rooftop to balcony to lift to stair, remembering the old steps he used to take. Believe it or not, he did this for fun once when he was young, mostly just to hear the cries of his old master at 'you're gonna fall, and it'll take you forever to fall!' Which made him curious to what was just below there. He wasn't that deep right now, but deep enough to be away from the bright, comfortable upper levels. The seedy streets, they were. Dark, dank, and full of nasty people. However his reputation preceded him, and people knew that the Dark Knight had come Home. So they themselves stayed home that night.
The tiny low level apartment was even dirtier and poorer than he last imagined. But she was here. She had to be. He had gotten through the window rather easily, dropping to the floor with barely a 'plip,' his long ,heavy cape swishing in the silence. His eyes adjusted to the dark.
His voice croaked a little from lack of use when he finally said her name.
"Pru?"
When he last saw the daylight of this City. Before he was born into who he was now. A better man, for all intents and purposes. At least he had a purpose. And this purpose was ridding the galaxy of the criminal. Yes, it was a rather big, daunting, and altogether impossible task. But he did it anyway.
Who else would?
But he had promises to keep, something he had broken a long time ago. The ship was nestled secretly somewhere in the bowels of the city, whilst the dark figure that he had become dashed from walkway to rooftop to balcony to lift to stair, remembering the old steps he used to take. Believe it or not, he did this for fun once when he was young, mostly just to hear the cries of his old master at 'you're gonna fall, and it'll take you forever to fall!' Which made him curious to what was just below there. He wasn't that deep right now, but deep enough to be away from the bright, comfortable upper levels. The seedy streets, they were. Dark, dank, and full of nasty people. However his reputation preceded him, and people knew that the Dark Knight had come Home. So they themselves stayed home that night.
The tiny low level apartment was even dirtier and poorer than he last imagined. But she was here. She had to be. He had gotten through the window rather easily, dropping to the floor with barely a 'plip,' his long ,heavy cape swishing in the silence. His eyes adjusted to the dark.
His voice croaked a little from lack of use when he finally said her name.
"Pru?"
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"Ready for what?" Slim frowned, but was ignored.
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"Nope." Slim looked hidden, and by all rights he was, but he wasn't fooling these two.
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"Why are you following us?" he said with a deep-throated growl laced in his words.
"Because I feel it's warranted." Slim stated, his posture stiff, ready for a fight. He could sense that Bruce was a force-user, just which side? It was a muddle. The Sith wasn't kidding when he said it was like he had the power level of a padawan.
"You think I need following." Bruce rolled his eyes. "Look. Go back to wherever you came from and do your job. Find out where that Sith came from. Okay?" He turned around, shaking his head. "Jedi."
There was the sound of a lightsaber igniting. Slim said with an unwavering voice," I can't let you leave, sir."
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She raced through the halls and burst out through the window, then circled around behind Slim and caught Bruce's eye.
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"You used to be a Jedi. You're not with us anymore. I have to bring you in."
"What, a possible candidate for getting drawn to the Sith? Unlikely. I hate them just as much as you."
"Whatever did I do to you?" Slim cried.
"You did enough." Bruce glared, and he did catch's Pru's eye. He kept talking. "The Jedi are useless."
"We stand for good, for justice! For balance and peace. You call that useless?"
"Useless in the face of what you don't see every day. Look at this neighborhood. The crime is unspeakable. And the Temple is in it's pretty little bubble of peace on the few upper levels that are nice enough for tourists to go to. Right in your own neighborhood. Where's the justice?" Bruce sneered. "Or are you too blind to even see that?"
That was a low blow, and even Bruce knew that. Slim twitched and went towards Bruce with a yell, his saber slicing through the air. Bruce immediately ignited his, and managed to stop himself from getting struck.