Editorial note: All posts with "Kirean" in the title were written by the user "Venant" from Star Wars: The Galaxy RP Forum, and are used on this blog with his/her permission.
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Coruscant was a paradox to Kirean in many ways. A world of metal and machines, yet it throbbed with life. The feelings and passions of billions of beings coursed through the streets, a whirling maelstrom with the Jedi Temple at the calm eye of the storm that had disoriented him greatly when he had first arrived. Even with the training he had, it sometimes still gave him headaches.
He had honestly been surprised when he had been assigned to assist in seeking out Nylan's murderers, though in retrospect it was likely because his sight could prove useful in spotting Force users. He looked out from the window of the monorail as they traveled over the skyline, letting his sight wander freely. The Force still throbbed strongly near where Nylan had been killed, but normality and what passed for calm in Coruscant were swiftly reasserting itself, at least from what he could see at this distance. He turned his sight into the monorail itself, the other Jedi with him shone brilliantly and he could almost see the whirling currents of the Force around Master Barbagar. The other beings on the train shone less so to his sight, not being sensitive to the Force around them but still being permeated by it. And when he concentrated hard enough he could even see a small nest of rodents sleeping among the machinery itself.
The miraluka brought his sight back when the train arrived at the station nearest to the site of Nylan's death. He was nervous. He had been constantly admonished against the Dark Side, against its addictive power. But he had never met any who truly wielded it, not just drawing upon anger in a fit of rage as he had done. But even that brief portion had been enough to frighten him. As they walked out of the train he noticed the aura of the Force around Master Barbagar.....sharpening was the best word for it. Becoming more defined as the Jedi Master focused on it. A chill ran down his spine. 'They are close.'
"Do you see anything out-of-place?"
Kirean was caught off-guard by the Master directing such a question at him. Or maybe he was simply thinking too much. Regardless, the Miraluka took a deep breath to calm himself and let his sight wander about the depot. What he found was disturbing. They were here. Unlike the Jedi beside him these beings seemed to shine "dark", for lack of a better word. And he could almost see blood on their hands.
He didn't turn his head in their direction, instead speaking softly. "Master, four humans have just entered with blood fresh on their hands."
Kirean saw as Anya reached for something that looked a lot like a lightsaber, coated in his sight with fresh blood. Instinctively he jerked his head to look directly at her, his sight focusing on the imminent danger. "One of them is reaching for a weapon."
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