A homeless man was pushing his stolen grocery cart through a scarcely populated underground subway station, wheeling several black hefty garbage bags filled with scrap metal, dirty clothes and other old trinkets he appeared to have collected while wandering the city. The hobo was wrapped in an old tattered brown shroud or blanket which covered his entire body, even covering his head like a hooded cloak. He kept his head down, concealing his face as he pushed his lifeless grocery cart out of the well-lit station and into one of the dark subway tunnels. Once he was in darkness, he would look behind himself to make sure he wasn't being followed before pushing his cart off to the side and disappearing into one of the dark corridors inside the subway tunnel. He was heading for a most unusual place far beneath Wing City.
As he came to the end of the corridor, there was nothing but a brick wall in front of him. The homeless vagabond would turn to look behind him again, making double sure that nobody was following him before he turned to look back at the wall. Although it appeared to be a dead end, there was more to this deep dark part of the corridor than met the eye. The hobo started feeling over the blank wall with his hands, as if looking for something. Soon, he found was he was searching for. He pushed one of the loose bricks deeper into the wall, suddenly causing the entire wall to move. A secret pathway appeared as the brick wall slid open sideways, revealing a dark metal stairway down into the hidden depths which led directly to the Undermarket.
As the aimless wanderer stepped through the doorway and down the metal staircase, the brick wall slowly slid closed behind him and the bricks re-aligned themselves as normal so that nobody on the other side of the wall would see this hidden entrance. The hobo had abandoned his stolen shopping cart and was now heading down to the Undermarket, slowly and carefully watching each step he took so as to be sure for certain that nobody would notice him. Once he finally reached the lowest level to the market place, he was not at all alarmed to see the commotion and chaos that had ensued all around. There was a blazing fire that appeared to cause quite a stir in one area, but a team of experts seemed to be struggling ceaselessly to control it. By now, people had been running in circles looking for an escape but there were not enough exits. As the homeless wanderling made his way through the carnival of vagabonds, freaks, mutants, rogues and ruffians, he seemed to blend right in. He tightened his old tattered brown blanket around himself and continued walking in a seemingly aimless direction.
It wasn't long before the hobo had stumbled on to one of the other streets of vendors and made his way to a row of garbage cans in a nearby alley way. He noticed a young lady who appeared to be carrying a lightsaber. The homeless man stopped and began watching Aryell Kendlav from beneath his hooded shroud, staying well hidden in the shadows away from all the commotion and pandemic caused by the blazing fire. There were a couple of other vagabonds and ruffians gathered together by the row of garbage cans, all dressed similar to him with their ragged pants and smelly jackets, tattered outfits and worn out blankets. It was the perfect disguise for someone who actually wasn't homeless at all. Obake, the double agent, had come down to the Undermarket specifically to gather supplies and trade information for the dark prince whose ship had carried him back to the Smuggler's Route, but now he had something else to consider as he glanced at the young Jedi.
Obake had kironic abilities but he wasn't Force sensitive, at least not in the same way Aryell was. Obake wasn't carrying a lightsaber with him. He wasn't a Jedi or a Sith, thus he did not have the stereotypical attire that the Jedi and Sith normally would have worn. Obake was something else, entirely different from anything the young Jedi would have ever seen before. As he pretended to dig through the garbage, Obake peered out from beneath the hood of his old dirty blanket and kept a watchful eye on Aryell from a considerable distance away. He was spying on her quietly for some strange reason, though it was unsure whether he was actually looking at Aryell or at those around her. He continued to rummage through the trash, being very careful not to give away his identity by looking suspicious or drawing attention to himself. After all, there were a few droids who had heard about Obake's attack on Ascendant and were now looking to assassinate him.