The door shut behind Ghost quietly as he entered the dingy room he had rented for the night. The closed door did little to stop the sounds of the bustling Coruscant underworld outside, but he didn't mind, he hadn't come here for quality after all. Infact, he found the bustling city outside comforting, a stark contrast to the cities lowest levels where he had spent the last year.

The room itself was poorly decorated, the only furniture being a bed, and a very old looking cabinet. Through an ajar door on one side of the room he could make out the sink of what must of been a makeshift bathroom. Surprisingly, the room also had a window that was situated opposite the end of the bed. He made a mental note to check the view, but first he needed to get settled in. He approached the bed and removed his rifle, laying it lengthwise along the bed carefully. With the burden of the rifle gone, he removed his coat and tossed it to one end of the bed, where it landed in a clumped pile. He stretched a bit with the removal of his coat to loosen up some of his muscles, then placed his hands on their respective shoulders, where they came into contact with his armor. He felt round a bit for the small indent that held the release mechanisms for his armor, pulling on them gently. As soon as he pulled a quiet hiss echoed throughout the room as the back and front plates of his armor disconnected from each other and fell to the floor with a clang. He sighed in relief as the weight on his shoulders lessened,

stretching his arms comfortably, something he hadn't done for some time.

With both armor pieces gone he finally had a bit more breathing room, and as much as he hated to admit it, carrying the armor was wearing him out more than it used to, and far too much for his liking. With a sigh he crouched down to collect both pieces, stacking them atop each other and laying them on the bed next to his rifle. With his main armor gone, he also started to remove the rest of it, starting with his gauntlets. By the time he was finished, the only armor that remained on his body was his armorweave body glove, something he preferred not to take off for a multitude of reasons, foremost among them that there really wasn't any need to do so. It was comfortable enough to move in, and light enough that he barely felt it.

After a few final stretches to relax his muscles he moved to the window, standing and peering out of it carefully. The view he was met with was surprisingly pleasant, for this part of the city at least. The floor outside and the surrounding buildings were indeed fairly run down and shoddy, but the building he was in was just high enough to see out over them, giving a clear view of the glowing dystopian city for some distance. He leaned against the window thoughtfully, watching the city go about it's business. Sure he had seen prettier places in his time, planets like Naboo with their perfect natural beauty. But comparing Coruscant to Naboo, or indeed most other planets in terms of beauty was pointless. The beauty of the planet city came not from it's views, but from the knowledge that in a place like this life could thrive, despite the enormous challenges it faced.

He stared out of the window for hours, not really taking note of time as he watched the cogs of the city turn and fall into place. He could have stood there for a lot longer, but he was brought out of his trance by the sound of a commotion outside of his room. Sighing, he went out to investigate, grabbing his coat and rifle on the way to the door, putting them back on as he exited.

He scanned round for the source of the commotion, quickly laying eyes on a group of 3 men that seemed to be crowded around and kicking at couldn't see exactly who or what it was that was being assaulted, but he guessed from the cries of pain it was emitting that it was still alive. He approached the trio briskly, taking note of their armament as he approached, making no attempt to quite his steps.

As a result, one of the men turned to face him, his rough features taking on an intimidating expression, one of his hands nearing the holster for his blaster. After looking Ghost up and down and determining that he had no major weaponry apart from the rifle, the man relaxed a bit, he had nothing to fear, not when it was three to one. As he spoke his voice was also intimidating, and only slightly quieter than yelling.
"What do you want eh? Piss off unless you want to end up like this smartass" He gestured towards the source of the pain filled yelps, which turned out to be a small, human like figure, though it was huddled up in an attempt to defend itself from the assault.

Ghost cast his eyes from the man facing him down to the victim, assessing the situation carefully from behind his mask. The rest of the trio at this point had also realized that they weren't alone thanks to their friends voice, and all 3 were now facing him with menacing looks. He looked at each one in turn, before turning back to their "leader" and speaking, keeping his voice even and calm.

"Calm now friends, no need for hostilities, I simply wish to help resolve this situation so I can rest in peace." While his words could have meant he was there to help the men, his tone was a bit too friendly for the leaders liking, who rested the palm of his hand on the grip of his blaster, and replied curtly.

"Oh? Well we don't need help, so you can fuck off back to where you came from" He said as he tightened his grip on his blaster, pulling it from it's holster ever so slightly.

Ghost hit himself mentally for his mistake, he was out of practice with lying, or anything to do with speech really. Taking that into consideration, he tried to think up a hasty plan, rambling out a rather generic phrase to try and stall. "Is there anything I can do to get you to leave?"

The leader eyed Ghost skeptically, he could guess that he was stalling, but not what for, as he didn't exactly have many options. After a few seconds of thought, and scanning over Ghost, he thought he might as well ask for the only spare thing he appeared to have on him. "Give us your rifle, then maybe we'll consider the brats debt paid"

Ghost had indeed been prepared to give over almost anything, expecting them to ask for money, or just telling him to piss off again. He hadn't however thought that they might ask for his rifle. Sure he didn't use he thing much anymore, but he had owned the weapon for some time now, it was a solid blaster, and not something he would usually have parted with. But he was willing to do it, he disliked not having a long ranged weapon at all times, but he disliked this situation more. There was also the fact that he really only carried it as a precaution these days, in fact the last time he'd fired it had been almost half a year ago.

So much to the surprise of the three men, he nodded and removed the blaster from his back, handing it over to the leader. But not before locking the safety.

After a few seconds of the group looking between each other with confused and shocked expressions, the leader took the gun, looking it up and down before slinging it over his shoulder and nodding to the other two, signaling them to step away from the body. The man then turned to Ghost, his expression still somewhat shocked, though it hardened quickly into glare as he spoke "All right then, he's all yours. Let's get out of here boys"

With that the trio departed, the leader giving the now unconscious body on the ground one more kick before laughing and disappearing into the city. After carefully watching them leave, Ghost approached the body briskly, quickly crouching down and checking for a pulse. Thankfully, there was still one there, though it was faint. Ghost was no doctor, but he had experience with healing through the force, so he set to work repairing any damage. The being itself appeared to be a human boy, by his looks probably in his mid teens.

Ghost looked round at his surroundings, this small street was hardly a place to leave him alone while he was unconscious. With that in mind Ghost picked the figure up and returned to the room he had rented, removing the armor from the bed before lying the small figure on it. He then went back to the door and shut it before turning and heading back to the same spot by the window he was at before all this had started. After casting one final glance over to the boy to make sure he was fine, he turned and looked out the window as he had before, quickly losing all sense of time as he slipped into rest mode to conserve energy. He dared not fall asleep though, he didn't want to deal with the nightmares again.