The soft neon glows illuminated the back alley as Airus trudged through the streets. He turned his head up at the ceiling sighing, Bail had told him off someone trying to start a rebellion here. The moment he had let slip what he was... Well the invite was guaranteed. He missed the soft grass and warm sun of Alderaan, he happy to be blind so didn't have to look upon the disgusting under city. He had never been out on his own before in such a strange place. The whole world was a city and one of made of innumerable people.

As Airus slowly walked forward then stopped sliding through a maintenance hatch proceeding down a short hall. He smiled, on the other side of this wall lay the Jedi temple. Well the ruins of one of the temples at least. Cutting through it he gasped and stepped in, the ruins radiated the Light side of the force. His mind at once felt calm and serene, he sat down and began to meditate as his mind focused in on the force. He searched his feelings and thoughts, then he felt it he opened his senses back up and he could see the ghosts. Hundreds busied themselves around the ruins training, reading, debating. 

As if the Temple was teaching him, he slowly got up and followed the Masters watching them work and train. He studied movements and techniques, he realised how he paled in comparison to these hallowed monks. However as he trudged through the old Jedi temple sensed there was something to be found. This had not been the Temple his master had trained in but rather a temple of another age, destroyed in conflict centuries ago. Airus bent and began to sift through the rubble something lay before him, it gave off a presence like no other he had ever felt.

It was a case, force locked and bound with strange and difficult lock, the boy did not have time to ponder the case or infact what it’s contents may have been. He detour at the ruins had made him late for the meeting with the rebels so dusting himself off he carefully placed the cut piece metal back took off for the seedy bar. Many gave him a wide berth as his recently gained bounty hunter status put fear into them. He was Airus Vel Aath the Jedi Knight but to everyone else, He was Gin the bounty hunter and anarchist.

His hand rested on the pistol at his side as he stepped in to the room he turned his head, his helmet moving as if he was looking between them. His rested his head facing the Twi’lek. “Your La right?” He then looked at the others before taking a seat beside her and the Trandoshan friend. He turned and whispered to La. “I’m the Jedi you were told about.” He told the rebel as he leaned back getting a feel for the group of misfits in front of him.