Darkness, eternal darkness broken only by slight shafts of light that miraculously found their way down from higher levels. This was most of what Ghost could see as he walked through one of Coruscant's lowest levels, any lower and he, and indeed most life wouldn't be able to survive. Down at these levels nothing looked the same as it did above, none of the soaring skyscrapers of the highest level, none of 1313's gang dens and run down buildings, only vast stretches of blank metal supporting the city above. There had once been life here, and indeed the ruined settlements of such inhabitants could still be found, but rarely. Down here you didn't have to worry about gangs, they had all left this level a long time ago, along with any kind of government interference. This was a true no man's land, there was no food, no water, and creatures that hadn't seen the light of day for millennia.
At his current position Ghost was hundreds of meters above what you would call ground, making his way along a staircase that protruded out of one of the massive metal pillars. Every now and again the pillar itself would shake slightly, and though it had no effect on the city above, it could be readily felt due to Ghost's proximity. Due to the shaking progress was slow, and he had to pause in his decent as they came on, riding them out from his delicate perch.
It was during one such shake that he had sat down on a step with his supply bag, and found himself reminiscing on why he had come down here in the first place, it most certainly wasn't a vacation after all. No, he had found his way down here because something, possibly his intuition, possibly the force, had led him down here, he knew not which. In either case, he knew what he was meant to be doing here, he was looking for someone. He had no idea who this person was, no idea what they looked like, nothing. Whoever they were, he was sure he'd never met them before, even from the period of his life which he couldn't remember. This hadn't stopped him from spending the last 200 years of his life searching for them, however.
Most would think him insane for pursuing such a venture, it did nothing to advance his position in life, nothing to bring him happiness, nothing to help him learn. All it did was make him tired, tired of continuing a search that seemingly had no end. But despite this, he continued on, somewhat to spite those who thought him stupid, somewhat wanting to find the end. But most of all because he knew it was what he had to do. Fate, destiny, call it what you will, that was the only thing that truly drove him, the feeling that what he was doing would do something, help someone in the end.
He was interrupted in his thinking as the pillar stopped shaking, causing not only the vibrations to stop, but the sound that came with them. Without the noise of the pillar this place was as silent as the grave, broken only when distant pillars took their turn to shake, or when the distant clangs of some unknown entity echoed off the gargantuan pillars. He hated it, he hated the quiet, it reminded him all too much of the millennia he had spent in such conditions, the silence that heralded something out of his control. Unwilling to bare it any longer he stood from the step where he had seated himself and continued moving down the stairs, the sound of his own footsteps providing much welcome sound.
After hours of traversing the staircase he eventually found himself on the endless flat plain that provided the barrier between this level and the next. Looking round at the empty space he felt this uneasiness in his stomach grow, though this wasn't his first time in such a place, it didn't make it any easier. Reaching into his pocket he drew a small device which he then set down on the bottom most step of the staircase, the device itself giving of a reassuring clink as it magnetized to the metal surface. With his marker in place, Ghost turned and faced south, though he didn't know the direction himself, only that he felt it would yield the best, or perhaps only results. After a second of doubt he set off at a steady pace, keeping his direction true as he trudged into the darkness.
He didn't know how long it had been, he hadn't been keeping track, but if he had, he would have known that 3 days had passed. He was now nearing another of the countless pillars, though this once was slightly different. Where the pillar would usually merge flawlessly with the flat surface below it, this one had slight obstructions at its base, a sign that usually meant a settlement. After hours he was close enough to the pillar to make out the shapes of individual structures, conformation that life existed here, or had, he was still too far out to gauge whether or not anything was inhabiting the buildings.
After another set of hours he finally arrived at the boundary of the pillar and it's settlement. Being this close he could now quite clearly make out the outlines of humanoid figures standing wearily throughout the buildings. Though they were humanoid in shape, he could tell they were far different from himself. Their bodies were thin and long, easily towering over him by at least 3 feet.
All but one of the people were remaining near the doors of their homes. The one that had decided to approach was a female, though she still towered over Ghost, forcing him to crane his neck to make eye contact. Her face was long and drawn out, somewhat similar to her body, though it retained a much more human like structure. He couldn't gauge her age, she, and all of the other inhabitants had bland faces, with no blemishes, freckles, wrinkles, or disturbance of any kind, their expressions seemingly stuck in a permanent look of sadness.
The woman started to speak, but Ghost couldn't understand much of what she was saying. Whatever language it was, it had long been lost to the galaxy at large. He could however, make out some individual words based on the similarity and he hand gestures. Once she had stopped speaking he had a rough idea of what she had asked. It was a general question, simply put, "Who are you and what are you doing here?". Though he could not answer in full, he managed to use a few words he had heard her speak, and hand gestures to reply with a rudimentary version of "Looking for someone".
She seemed to comprehend the question decently enough, though her facial expressions hadn't changed from what they had been at the beginning of the conversation. In reply she simply gestured to the other inhabitants, communicating that there were "Someone's" here, though after brief period of scanning over them Ghost knew none of them were who he was looking for. Bowing slightly in thanks Ghost turned off at an angle, now facing west, and began walking again, leaving the tall people slightly nonplussed as they returned to their everyday tasks, never to see the stranger again. With a steady but determined pace Ghost continued onwards, his shoulders slumped in weariness as he continued towards the next pillar, then the next, and the one after that, and so on and so forth, after all, there was still searching to be done.