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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?"
Re: Half hour later
Re: Half hour later
Re: Half hour later
"I saw Master Yoda," he changed the subject, his eyes taking a faraway gaze, as he slouched back in his chair. It was almost like he was back at 'school' again, being chided by a teacher. "I didn't mean to, but he was...there."
Re: Half hour later
Re: Half hour later
****
He had snuck into the Temple, half out of nostalgia's sake as he frequented the haunts they had as children, their old quarters, the places that they (well, he) got into trouble, the window he had snuck out of at night, almost every night once he figured out how to do it stealthily. There were still children in those rooms, running around with bright faces and eager to learn whatever the masters had told them. He was like that once, he thought as he went past the doors. For about five minutes, anyway. He was always the kid that asked questions that stumped the masters.
"Hey. Hey, sir?" Tugged a small hand behind him in the hallway. Drat, he was too lost in memories and didn't see the kid coming. It was a little kid, probably Coruscani from his accent. He had black hair and curious eyes. "Who are you? I've never seen you before."
"I'm just a visitor," he muttered, pulling away his dark cloak from the kid's chubby little hand.
"What's your name?" The kid was suddenly in front of him, having jumped off a statue in the hallway acrobatically.
"Master Mah Lone. Now get back to your studies and stop bothering people who are busy."
"Fine," said the kid sullenly as he scampered back off in the opposite direction. That little obstacle having been taken care of, he proceeded to sneak into the main chamber where the masters had their meeting and gathered. It wasn't as dangerous as it seemed, because he had done so a thousand times as a child and was never discovered. Somehow, being underestimated in the force was a boon. They were always so wrapped up in their own affairs they never noticed the boy listening in, watching. And learning, furthermore. It strengthened his opinion of the Jedi even more, listening to what they were doing. Except he was always wary of Yoda. Not a lot got past the old green Jedi, and he always had to be extra careful around him. Now, in the shadows, as he watched them talk and argue, he could have sworn the grizzled old one spared a glance his way.
He couldn't stay here any longer. He couldn't listen to their hypocrisy. Back in the hallways, Bruce was almost home-free when a voice behind him stopped him from sneaking out of one of the open windows.
"Leave without saying goodbye, you are?"
"Yoda." He grimaced and brought his foot off of the sil, turning around.
"Master Yoda." He nodded, a correction just like in his days of youth (and subsequent problems with authority.) With a small chuckle he poked his gaffer stick at Bruce's cloak. "A different garb wear you."
"It...suits me."
"Really? Selling short yourself, you are. Think you need a dark color? Battling darkness means not becoming darkness yourself."
"You know, I really have to go." He was about to turn back towards the window when another chuckle from the old jedi caused him to pause.
"Better you are than you think you are. There is hope yet. Forget not the light, you must. Here. Help you remember what you are fighting for, this will." He held out his small, wrinkled hand and Bruce paused, wondering what it could be. Then his own large one fell open and a small crystal was deposited.
"I know what this is," Bruce looked at it, his blue eyes wide, amazed. "It's...Qui-Gon's. But I thought it was lost when he--"
"Retrieved it was, by young Obi-Wan. Gave it to me, he did, but need it more, you do. Your fight, different it is from ours. But good. Still good, it is."
The dark knight didn't know what to say. Here he was, shunning the Jedi rather roughly and Yoda was very kindly, encouraging. He always had faith in Bruce, even when the latter had no faith in himself.
"...Thank you."
"On your way now. Not alone, you are, remember. Bring you back from the dark, she will."
Bruce was already out of the window by the time the old master spoke those words. But he heard it.
****
"So here it is." He tossed the crystal up and caught it again. He didn't mention anything else about finding the clues. All what he found lead to dead ends. And it didn't do good for his 'great detective' persona to admit that he had no idea where to start.