Wil Mienstrire, self proclaimed master of the doomside. Darkside... whatever... Wil was uber sweet now that he was part of the most bodacious crew of super villain nasties ever. At least this is as much as he had picked up from the last few moments of the conversation with Kyashi.

But Michael had been instructed to "keep an eye" on Wil for the time being. So Wil figured he'd have a blast of a time on the hazy streets of Coruscant. Wil'd never been here before but he'd heard there was some crazy stuff to do there. Stimsticks were all over the place. Like, Wil saw perfectly good ones just laying on the ground. He could light one up and it'd be just like new. But the stuff smelled horrible and some ladies just didn't dig that rot, ya know?

So they were tromping down a street, neon signs ablazing along the way. Wil had his hands in the back pockets of his coat, whistling the tune to a song he'd seen in a totally kick butt holovid on the way to Coruscant.

"You know any sweet dives around here, Mike-man?"