Headquarters
Corik found encountering Capula for a second time to be twice as intimidating as the first. For one, he didn’t plan on going there to help them, so when they discovered this he would eventually be considered hostile. Secondly, he knew the security Capula had was tight inside headquarters, and he didn’t like the odds, despite his training.
He stepped in and stated his business to the desk clerk. “I need to speak with one of the officials here, it’s important.” He made it sound official and urgent.
“What, may I ask, does this concern?” She questioned.
“Jedi business, I can’t discuss it lightly.” He returned, hoping that was enough. Lying was never a good thing.
“The president of Capula industries is here in his office today conveniently. If the business is as important as you say it is I will direct you to him. He is a busy man, the president, but he always seems to welcome the visit of a Jedi.”
“What, may I ask, is the president’s name?” Corik asked.
“Having a bit of a brain freeze aren’t we, Master Jedi. To humor you, his full name is Deneg Capula, but most people just to call him Mr. President or President Capula.”
“Thanks.” Corik waited as the secretary made arrangements for a meeting with the president. Perhaps I could “negotiate” with the president rather than just get rid of him Corik thought. That would be a lot easier.
The clerk broke his thought as she said he could begin heading to the 10th floor to meet the president. “Tenth floor?” Corik responded (he was currently on the 53rd).
“Why yes. President Capula considers himself a servant to the Republic, and keeps his office below that of the majority to symbolize that idea. I personally think he likes the darker atmosphere as well, but I haven’t had the honor of meeting with him to ask him directly.”
With that she pointed Corik toward the elevator, and he went into it. He tapped his foot nervously as he descended. He eyed the camera in the corner, wondering who was watching and how much they could see. Not that he had anything physical to hide, but the thought of being watched when he had second plans made him uncomfortable. When the elevator reached the tenth, the bell rung as the door opened and he eagerly stepped out.
He looked at the hallway before him with curiosity and question, for it was unusually lengthy and thin. Nevertheless, he headed down with the destination of the door at the other end.
Without warning the floor he was walking on abruptly opened up around him, and he fell through. It must have been a trapdoor, for it didn’t crumble as in a collapse. The fall was long, but he slowed himself as he came to the ground, managing to prevent himself from hurting his legs badly from the impact.
Use neural receptor (if acquired)
The area he had fallen into was virtually pitch black, though the Force gave him power to sense (to a small extent) what was around him. This must have been some part of the Undercity, though it probably wasn’t traversed often. How did I get down here? He shrugged the thought and moved forward, his arm outstretched for any objects in front of him. Eventually his hand hit a damp stone-like surface, a wall it seemed as his hands felt around its large surface-area. He began shifting right, looking for an opening. When his hand gave from an absence of wall that he found stretched 4 meters wide, he began following the passage down. It was quite straight, and after a few hundred paces light began to slightly seep through the passage from above, dimly lighting his way.
The path opened up soon after, with three openings at the other end available to take. Corik imagined the possibility of hundreds of tunnels in this part of the Undercity, and the thought of being lost him them made him shiver. Nonetheless, he had to choose.