Jeremy Lingesui's Story

A homeless man was pushing his stolen grocery cart through a scarcely populated underground subway station, wheeling several black hefty garbage bags filled with scrap metal, dirty clothes and other old trinkets he appeared to have collected while wandering the city. The hobo was wrapped in an old tattered brown shroud or blanket which covered his entire body, even covering his head like a hooded cloak. He kept his head down, concealing his face as he pushed his lifeless grocery cart out of the well-lit station and into one of the dark subway tunnels. Once he was in darkness, he would look behind himself to make sure he wasn't being followed before pushing his cart off to the side and disappearing into one of the dark corridors inside the subway tunnel. He was heading for a most unusual place far beneath Wing City.

As he came to the end of the corridor, there was nothing but a brick wall in front of him. The homeless vagabond would turn to look behind him again, making double sure that nobody was following him before he turned to look back at the wall. Although it appeared to be a dead end, there was more to this deep dark part of the corridor than met the eye. The hobo started feeling over the blank wall with his hands, as if looking for something. Soon, he found was he was searching for. He pushed one of the loose bricks deeper into the wall, suddenly causing the entire wall to move. A secret pathway appeared as the brick wall slid open sideways, revealing a dark metal stairway down into the hidden depths which led directly to the Undermarket.

As the aimless wanderer stepped through the doorway and down the metal staircase, the brick wall slowly slid closed behind him and the bricks re-aligned themselves as normal so that nobody on the other side of the wall would see this hidden entrance. The hobo had abandoned his stolen shopping cart and was now heading down to the Undermarket, slowly and carefully watching each step he took so as to be sure for certain that nobody would notice him. Once he finally reached the lowest level to the market place, he was not at all alarmed to see the commotion and chaos that had ensued all around. There was a blazing fire that appeared to cause quite a stir in one area, but a team of experts seemed to be struggling ceaselessly to control it. By now, people had been running in circles looking for an escape but there were not enough exits. As the homeless wanderling made his way through the carnival of vagabonds, freaks, mutants, rogues and ruffians, he seemed to blend right in. He tightened his old tattered brown blanket around himself and continued walking in a seemingly aimless direction.

It wasn't long before the hobo had stumbled on to one of the other streets of vendors and made his way to a row of garbage cans in a nearby alley way. He noticed a young lady who appeared to be carrying a lightsaber. The homeless man stopped and began watching Aryell Kendlav from beneath his hooded shroud, staying well hidden in the shadows away from all the commotion and pandemic caused by the blazing fire. There were a couple of other vagabonds and ruffians gathered together by the row of garbage cans, all dressed similar to him with their ragged pants and smelly jackets, tattered outfits and worn out blankets. It was the perfect disguise for someone who actually wasn't homeless at all. Obake, the double agent, had come down to the Undermarket specifically to gather supplies and trade information for the dark prince whose ship had carried him back to the Smuggler's Route, but now he had something else to consider as he glanced at the young Jedi.

Obake had kironic abilities but he wasn't Force sensitive, at least not in the same way Aryell was. Obake wasn't carrying a lightsaber with him. He wasn't a Jedi or a Sith, thus he did not have the stereotypical attire that the Jedi and Sith normally would have worn. Obake was something else, entirely different from anything the young Jedi would have ever seen before. As he pretended to dig through the garbage, Obake peered out from beneath the hood of his old dirty blanket and kept a watchful eye on Aryell from a considerable distance away. He was spying on her quietly for some strange reason, though it was unsure whether he was actually looking at Aryell or at those around her. He continued to rummage through the trash, being very careful not to give away his identity by looking suspicious or drawing attention to himself. After all, there were a few droids who had heard about Obake's attack on Ascendant and were now looking to assassinate him.

Obake was rummaging through the trash, spying on Aryell and her associates from a distance when all of a sudden, one of them pointed a rifle in his direction. Obake continued to rummage through the garbage, sticking both hands into one of the garbage cans to conceal them. There was another bum sitting against a wall next to the trashcans, but he appeared to also be non-responsive to the rifleman's gesture, due to a case of having been passed out drunk with a beer can still in his hand. As Obake stuck his hands in the trashcan and started fumbling around for scrap metal, he very discreetly pushed a button on his wristband. Oddly, nothing seemed to happen at all as he appeared to ignore everything around him.

A small group of flies would emerge from the trashcans, buzzing around very swiftly in small rapid circles before taking off in all different directions. Seeing the blinker on his wristband, Obake clicked it off before pulling a metal curtain rod out of the garbage and whacking it on the street corner. The blinker had informed him that the oxygen level was low in the entire Undermarket as a result of the fire that had engulfed the place. People were still panicking and running in all directions, ignoring the rifleman in the alleyway even when he started yelling. Obake remained calm and wiped his hand on his sleeve, reaching into his blanket and pulling out what appeared to be some sort of asthma inhaler. Taking an injection from it, Obake was able to breathe better. At least for a little while. He was still a little concerned for others.

Other people around him were slowly suffocating, although most of them didn't even know it yet. As he continued to rummage through the trash, Obake coughed lightly and pulled an old pair of shoes out from one of the garbage cans. Obake was not Force-sensitive, so he wasn't aware of the Sith who had been walking behind him. It wasn't until a moment of listening and observing quietly that he finally realized that Aryell was looking for someone.

Nobody seemed to notice that the asthma inhaler Obake had pulled out earlier was in fact, not an asthma inhaler at all. It was an oxygen injector, a device which pumped oxygen directly into his blood-stream, allowing Obake to breathe even in some of the most unlikely conditions. As he leaned back against the wall near a corner of the alley way, Obake's entire figure seemed to be clouded by the blackish grey smoke caused by the burning embers which lingered around after the fire had been extinguished. The smoke only helped to disguise Obake even moreso than his deceiving costume, even enough to detour Aryell away from him as she drew her red twin-bladed lightsaber, extending its neon blades with a sharp hiss.

Obake had been cloaked in an old dirty brown blanket, tattered with holes and covered with stains. He did not appear to be much of a threat to anyone as he fumbled around with an old pair of sneakers he had found in one of the nearby garbage cans. His entire face had been concealed, but his utonium-based facemask had a high-tech visor which allowed Obake several different types of eyesight which seemed to adjust automatically.

As the smoke became more dense, his visor switched to a smoke screen which allowed him to look through to the characters on the other side. Obake was still watching Aryell and Jeremy very discreetly, not saying anything as Obake suddenly noticed another person on the scene. It was Sonyjae, who had walked passed him earlier and was now standing in-between Aryell and Jeremy, saying something that Obake could not hear from a distance. The cackling embers from the blazing fire had caused a distortion in the sound waves, making it difficult to listen. Obake was not aware that Sonyjae was a Sith, nor was he aware that Aryell was a Jedi, but he knew that Aryell was force-sensitive and that she was carrying a lightsaber. Seeing the reddish blades on Aryell's saber, Obake assumed she may have been a Sith's apprentice and instead turned his attention on Jeremy.

With a clear visual of everything but no distinguishable sound to inform him of what they were saying, Obake was anything but unprepared for this mission. Nobody had seemed to notice the flies that had emerged from the trashcans earlier as Obake was rummaging for scrap metal. These were no ordinary houseflies. They were the same etherine powered bug-bots that Obake had used previously on Flora to spy on the entities there. Etherine was a powerful energy unlike electricity or mito-chlorian forces. The bugs were made of evrite and utonium, much like Obake's spacesuit, making them unaffected by the smoke and flames as the tiny u-flies circled around from up above the area, watching everything with their microscopic sensors. As some of the u-flies would buzz around the Undermarket to scan the vicinity, others would hone in on the small group in the alley way. This would allow Obake a better chance of hearing everything that was being said.