Few worlds in the galaxy offered such a big laberynth where to hide. Dressed in the robes of a poor man, Trej Ocas wandered through the streets of Coruscant, with no certain direction nor a clear goal he walked, and walked. On occasion he would take a turn to the left, or to the right, or go up one level or down another. He had no home, nor had he hope. For little over ten years had he followed this routine, ever since that dreadful day at the Jedi Temple. Ever since the Jedi had been declared enemies and been slaughtered, betrayed by one of their own. "Hey you, go down to your lousy hole, or we'll show you the quick way." One shocktrooper said as he grabbed Trej from his robes. "You disturbs the people," he warned and Trej could see over his shoulder a man draped in Senatorial Robes. "It wasn't my intention, I got lost and I wanted to see the sun." Trej answered and pointed at the white distant disk. "Your only sun is this," the trooper answered and pointed at a huge Imperial Insignia carved out of a building. "Now leave." Trej said nothing else, glanced quickly at the insignia and walked down to the lower levels.