Coruscant... A hive of scum and villainy of which the Galaxy had never been seen. The difference between Coruscant and any other world, though, is that every underhanded deed and dirty deal was completely legal. Orias hated being here, this was the Jedi's backyard. Chances are, they already sensed his strong Force presence, a rather grey one at that. But, there was a man claiming to be selling the authentic Lightsaber belonging to Darth Vader from before he fell to the Dark Side. It was common knowledge that he was a Jedi that fought in the Clone Wars, but that he was Anakin Skywalker was a secret known only to very few people. The worst part was that he sensed no deceit when watching the ad over the Link-Net. He wore [url=https://thenerdvault.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/darkempire.jpg]A black outfit with a long cloak, underneath, he had his Durasteel upper body-armour[/url]. Ultimately, any Jedi that looked at him would know he was a Dark Jedi, as such, dressing inconspicuously was pointless. This wasn't the waning years of the Old Republic, when the Dark Side clouded their vision. There was no sith lord sitting under their nose.

Walking through the streets, nobody gave him a second glance, he was exhuding a shadow field around himself, he wasn't invisible, it's just that the weak minded couldn't notice him. He walked through to a canteena and stepped inside. He remembered the code to get the seller to notice. He walked over to the 3rd booth next to the window and sat down. [url=http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_small/4/48250/910254-ra_7_protocol_droid.jpg]A Waiter droid[/url] approached him. "Whadya want?" it snorted in a manner befitting the locals.

"I want the Dueback Steak in Gundark cheese sauce, but hold the meat." he said, offhand. The protocol droid leaned back up into a default position, it made a beeping noise, then it sat down.

"So you are the buyer? I promise you, any fan of Vader's work is gonna LOVE this." it said, The droids eyes started glowing and a projection of a Lightsaber came up on the table.

"I want to inspect the merchandise for myself." Orias said.

"Yeah, like i'm gonna leave it in the possession of some stupid droid. It's safe for now. You want it, you're gonna have to give me some collateral. Give the Droid... Lets say 10,000 credits and it will lead you to me. After that, you can inspect the merch and I can get paid." Orias closed his eyes and reached out with his invisible hands, he could almost follow the voice from the robot back to the source of where the man was broadcasting from. He could feel the mans thoughts... They were odd. He flinched a little as he tried to force himself further into the mans thoughts. Most of his thoughts were benign... How he was going to buy another freighter... His dinner plans for later... How this guy was such a chump for believing any old story. Orias immediately snapped back to reality.

"No thanks." he said, getting up. The droid reached out and grabbed his hand.

"This is once in a lifetime." it said. "I can see you're a trustworthy guy, tell you what, just for you, I'll knock the collateral down to just 3000 credits, you can't say fairer than that." Orias ripped his hand from the droids grasp, before staring daggers into its receptors.

"I said no..." he said, slowly. He then slowly walked away, out of the canteena. He leaned against the wall outside and wiped his brow. Now he was stuck on a planet filled with Jedi with nothing to show for this extreme risk and no clear method offworld at this very moment. He would need to find a ship and find it fast. He began to walk down the street towards the closest Space-port. He then stopped dead in his tracks and looked around. He could sense a Jedi's presence... Fight or Flight time... He looked around trying to find the Jedi to see if they had spotted him.