<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Sitting on the transport making it's way down to the planet's surface Angel found himself thinking. Why him? Why was he trusted? A few days before he had been sitting in the Jedi Academy grounds meditating when Jedi Master Amalia Azalin had come up to him and asked him to come inside. She had sat him down and proceeded to explain that with his Master being away that he had a lot of free time. He was quite far ahead with his training and she thought he could be trusted for a mission. He was to deliver a parcel to Coruscant for one of the Senators. He accepted immediately. He was looking forward to going and now here he was approaching the planet which wasn't a planet but a huge sphered city. Or so they said.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"We are now approaching Coruscant. Please prepare to disembark from the ship."

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<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Angel climbed down the ramp and looked around at the busy spaceport. There were species of every kind here. Tw'lek, Wookies, even Hutts. He awed at the amount of droids whizzing around and then he looked up at the sky. Ships and shuttles flying everywhere but seemingly organized. It hadn't changed a bit. He wanted to stare at the...<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"Move out the way. Go find a window if you want to stare"

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Angel had just been barged out of the way by a Calamari. Not a friend ly one either. He thought it best to move and went on is way to the address on the parcel.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

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<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> He got to the flat 1/2 an hour later and sounded the buzzer. He was invited in, delivered the parcel and left. Easy he thought. There was no point in going off just yet. He had a few days. He decided to go visit some old friends. After he had dropped his bag at his hotel room he went for a walk.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->







OOC: Carry this on how you like. I was thinking maybe Angel could get embroiled in some sort of operation. Sith lord anyone?

[i]
Mikhayla Tirren -- Penthouse suite A23-5 of the posh Coruscant Hotel. She based her business on Coruscant during the perfect time; the fall of the Old Republic. With all the chaos here on the planet, as well as across the galaxy, it was quite easy to establish first, a legitemate business as a cargo hauler; then second, to use that lucretive venture as a front for other, more lucretive, albeit shady, business dealings.

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Angel walked along one of the many, many streets of Coruscant. He was enjoying this visit, but also, not. There were more bad memories than good. His past.

His thoughts were interrupted suddenly when he fely a presence in the force. He turned, his and saw someone he had hoped never to see again. Her. Mikhayla Tirren. His old boss. He had many bosses in his time but she was the one. The one who near controlled him and his every move. He ducked into cover. She hadn't seen him. What was she up to now he wondered. He should just let her get on with whatever it was she was doing, but he couldn't help himself. He decided to follow <!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

[i]
Mikhayla was listening to one of her informants as he spoke into the small earpiece set within her left ear. A small smile crept along her lips as she continued her walk. A crowd begins to form as a fight breaks out behind her. With the moment now hers, she ducks around the corner into the alley unseen.

"Hello Mikhayla. Always a pleasure. By the way, I'd remove that blade if I were you. You'll find you can no longer beat me. I've changed."

OOC: If you have it, my aim is, Paddy444

Mikhayla's warm breath brushed up against Angel's ear, a striking contrast to the coolness in the air tonight, as she snorted a derisive chuckle into his ear. "Mm yes, the force. And in case you forgot, it doesn't affect me. And a mere padawan. Honestly Angel, you put way too much faith in hokey religions."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> He knew his force powers wouldn't work on her but he still had his lightsber, best keep that quiet though. She lifted the blade from his throat. He turned round and saw her. God, she still as beautiful as he remebered. A nod of her head and they were walking.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> "I honestly don't know a thing. Beleive it or not Mikhayla but not everything in this world revolves around you. I was told to deliver this package to a senator, I did, and decided to hang round in Coruscant for a few days. Now, what about you."<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

(OOC....I dont have AIM anymore, lagged my computer too much.)

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Mikhayla brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she yawned. "As a matter of fact, Angel, it does revolve around me." [i] She glanced over towards him and this time her expression was genuine, but that lasted all of maybe two whole seconds.

Angel watched her walk off. He couldn't understand. The Jedi Council had given him that package yet it held destruction. The Jedi Council were the straightest of the straight. Maybe it was a friend of a Jedi who was corrupt. There was no way of telling. He couldn't leave this alone though. Knowing Mikhayla though she'd be going off to find out about that package. He needed to do two things. One, find out where she went, and two, get to where she was.

OOC: I can't go any further until I find out where it is you're going. tell me in an ooc note.

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