Tantra. He had arrived here via Dmitri Maximov, a man he assumed he would never meet again. He had stolen a cloak from a homeless person, fashioned a mask from some discarded material in a trash can in an isolated part of the city, then he had gone to a public holo-net node, delivered his message and then hurried away from the area under the assumption that his movements would be monitored if Tantra had such facilities available, and then in a dark, unlit alley way he discarded the clothing and the mask and then utilizing a roof entry door, went inside the building he had scaled. He then moved from that building to the sidewalk and moved leisurely away - not sure of how effective his efforts at getting out of the public eye before the message he sent was responded to, he was prepared to fight if he had to - his lightsaber was clipped to his side in an armpit holster hidden under his jacket on his left side, and he wore a blaster pistol on his right hip, fully loaded and ready to engage if he had to. Of course - right now he didn't want to. If he was going to carry out his slapped together plan to get himself some attention of the Imperials - and hopefully through that, attention from those that fought the Empire - after all, the woman with the sad eyes seemed to be a Jedi, and isn't that where the Jedi would?
