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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 19:31:12 GMT -8
The Hallowed Grounds
Ayodele laughs merrily when Franz admits that he finds her interest in the philosophical, the amused glint in her eyes relieving any possible fears that she might be offended by such surprise, and then laughs again just as merrily when he says that she seems to have an optimistic outlook and a perpetually sunny mood. Reaching out to pat his hand, Ayodele jokes, "I shall have to try not to be quite so optimistically cheerful at all times, given how potentially irritating that almost certainly could be. The lightness of her tone should make it abundantly clear that Ayodele has no true intention of changing who she is or how she thinks or acts, and her thoughtful expression and posture as she tries to appear as though she is wrestling with the question Franz had posed to her regarding what she might do were she not a massage therapist is clearly just as much an act as her pretending to consider altering her character had been. I believe that I would be a botanist, Franz, Ayodele declares after a moment, or possibly an explorer of one kind or another, if not a historian, or an archaeologist. Laughing at the fact her answer had been a list of possibilities rather than a definitive one, Ayodele playfully tries to make the list a single answer, So, an archaeologist that studies history when not out exploring for new archaeological finds, and who just happens to practice botany in her spare time? "
After pretending to take a sip of her caf, Ayodele returns Franz's question to him, "And you, Franz? What would you be were you not what you are, and were able to choose what you would be and do?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 16:08:47 GMT -8
23rd Precinct - Night of Varik Monite's Murder
Pursing my lips in thought after SEO Aninh has finished speaking, I somewhat reluctantly point out, "That would only be the case if the architect behind everything was careless enough to leave a credit trail to follow, hmmm? I imagine that any transactions between our hypothetical information broker and the perpetrator have involved actual credits rather than electronic transfers of funds. Steepling my fingers together beneath my chin, I continue speculatively, Even so, looking for links of any kind between possible suspects and the broker, should we succeed in discovering their identity, could lead us to the architect all the same."
"In the meantime, Pakwa asks, what else can we do, more immediately that is, to track down either of our killers or the broker?"
After considering the matter for a moment, I suggest, "We could get access to any and all security camera footage from the buildings and streets around the law offices to see whether or not the killer can be tracked back to their vehicle. Provided that is possible, and that the vehicle has plates that are visible from the camera's angle . . ."
"And that were not stolen, Pakwa interrupts excitedly, getting where I am headed with my line of thought, and any number of other things, why then we might have a clue that leads us to the killer. Well, the second one, the shapeshifter anyway. I'd be willing to put in the time to go over the footage, the Sullustan offers, since I know you all have your surveillance details to go to."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 22:37:54 GMT -8
23rd Precinct
Raising a hand when it is suggested that the UPD's Organized Crime Unit be asked about the possibility of using Sike's financial records to search for the source of the deceased Bothan crime lord's ability to smuggle drugs, weapons, and other things necessary for building his empire past Umgul's vigilant customs, Nemes says, "I'll reach out, see if I can't expedite that whole process." Having been a former member of the Organized Crime Unit, the Rodian still has friends in the department he trusts will help him out when it comes to such interdepartmental maneuvering and sharing.
Reaching out to select another doughnut, Nazani says, "We should probably also pay that visit to the Hutt, yeah? Whirling the cinnamon twist she plucked from the box in a circle, the curvy Lorrdian explains, If there really is some all-knowing, super duper connected and plugged in information guru here, our Hutt buddy just might know who he or she or it is, right? I mean, the Furgan gang is small time, probably don't have the scratch to reach out to the info broker, right? The Hutt, on the other hand . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, Nemes interrupts, Ol' E definitely has the credits needed. What do you think, pay a visit to his club?"
Nodding, Nazani finishes a bite of her doughnut and says, "I like it. Plus, bonus, we can dress all fancy."
Chuckling with an amused crinkling of his snout, Nemes snorts, "Ok, right. Fancy dress. Cool. Looking towards Madieke, Nemes asks, What do you think, wanna come along with us and see what we can get from the Hutt?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 12:24:04 GMT -8
One step. Raised. Compiled. Inadvertently. Pronouns.
Madieke nods after Master Roma has pointed out that finding a definitive link between the information broker, if there proves to be one at all, and one of their suspects may prove exceedingly challenging depending on how well all of the possible tracks have been covered, "Points taken. Let's just take things one step at a time. No sense looking for connecting threads unless and until we have settled the question of whether or not a broker exists, and who they are. Moving on to the other issues that have been raised, Madieke asks Nuala, Think you can get all that footage for Knight Sayen to sift through?"
Bobbing her head, Nuala shifts her lollipop to the right corner of her mouth and gives Madieke a thumbs up as she says, "Aye-firmative. To Knight Sayen, she says, Give me a half hour or so, and I'll have it compiled."
Remembering that Nemes and his partner had inadvertently let some information out regarding Atlantis and Vos' abilities that had allowed the killer to cover their tracks more carefully when they had interviewed Arezou, Madieke says, "I'll go with you to meet with the Hutt. Leaving out that she plans to lead the interview to make sure the detectives don't have a chance to screw up again, Madieke goes on, We'll meet with him at his club tomorrow night. For now, let's get a surveillance detail set up to start watching his . . ."
Taking her lollipop from her mouth, Nuala interrupts, "Hutts are hermaphrodites, so I'm not sure it's correct to say . . ."
Rolling her eyes, Madieke says, "Pronouns aside, get a detail up and running, watch the Hutt's movements and monitor his or her comm activity to see if anything points to his or her involvement in Monite or Sike's murders."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 14:29:01 GMT -8
23rd Precinct
Nemes scratches the underside of his taper-like snout as, distracted by Nuala's comments about Hutts, he says, "Actually, Hutts can choose their gender, right? Like, when they want to pop out a lil' Hutt they become female, and I'm pretty sure that ol' E is a male, so . . ."
Nazani, lifting a hand to rub her left temple with a shake of her head, tries to get the conversation back on topic, interrupting her partner, "Right, tomorrow night at the club it is. I'll handle getting the surveillance detail up and running. It'll be in place before the end of the night," she assures Aninh.
Nemes reaches out to grab another doughnut as he says, "I'll head over to the OC unit, see about those financial records. Standing up, the Rodian brushes some powdered sugar from his rumpled trench coat as he asks Aninh, Anything else boss?"
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Post by Delaana Wan on Aug 8, 2016 12:13:12 GMT -8
En route to Solstice
Delaana had paid close attention to what Elika had said, especially concerning about the new client and where the Architect will be working on. Although Lana had not missed that brief look Elika had in Franz's direction. The look had been brief, that Lana had no time to decipher it, perhaps it was his presence that was making Elika uncomfortable? Lana didn't know but she didn't mind the Jedi's presence, in fact, for Lana it was as if the man wasn't really there at all.
Settled in the airspeeder, Lana gave Elika's hand a gentle squeeze as they intertwined their fingers together. She knew that there had been a chance that the question about Solstice, and what type of cuisine it offered would come to light. Lana looked at Elika with a guilty expression before chuckling softly and soon admitting. "Truthfully my Shakal? I have no idea at all." Guiltily looking at the architect with an amused expression though, Lana soon explained. "After sending that message to you, I went to the holonet to find a suitable place. The reviews of that place looked great, so I went with that..."
Lana didn't really have that much time to prepare but she figured that would do, although she had been hoping originally that Elika might have a place in mind, but with Lana saying she was buying, the task of choosing a place had befallen on her. "So really, my Shakal, if that place turns out to not be that place I had envisioned to begin with, please don't dislike me that much..." Pouting playfully looking at Elika still, Lana was hoping that this wasn't going too much of a let down for the architect, or that didn't really squander their chance to spend a peaceful and relaxing lunch together.
"Hopefully later, you can tell me all about your challenging and new project?" Lana asked softly as she began to rub Elika's hand with her thumb. Lana certainly needed to at least hear a little good news now considering the things happening on the planet and the taxing morning she had with everyone asking her where the CFO was, and if her absence had any thing to do with what the Headmaster of the Mist Order, Crystal's boyfriend, but also the Vice Governor, was going through. Lana knew how to compartmentalize a lot of things, but this situation wasn't something she really was enjoying to be in the middle off.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 18:52:11 GMT -8
"It is likely the security forces of this world are at a higher stage of alert due to the situation their Vice Governor and his twin brother have found themselves entangled in, Rashmi, a thirty six year old Force sensitive, hooded, and veiled female Qiraash explains as she and her two companions walk towards the boarding ramp of the Tra'kad-class transport that has brought them to Umgul. To Greig, a twenty six year old male Mandalorian garbed in green beskar'gam, Rashmi says, The Mandalorian Crusade against Force users is not so far in the past that your presence might not inspire some degree of suspicion, so I suggest you do nothing to . . ."
Smirking as he lifts his buy'ce onto his head, Greig says cheerily, Hey, it's me. Everyone loves me. Worry about the ba'buir. He's always so serious and intense looking it's bound to attract notice.
Krikor, a white haired and bearded human male of seventy eight with an expression every bit as intent and serious as Greig joked about it being, reaches out to tap the control to open the hatch to the boarding ramp as he says, "Enough. Rashmi is right, we need to be move carefully to ensure nothing endangers our quest. If all goes well, Umgul need never even know of the evil we shall remove from their midst."
See? Greig asks Rashmi as they walk down the boarding ramp and look for any sign that they will need to go through the routine inspection they were forewarned of, The ba'buir has it all under control. Nothing to worry about.
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Aug 25, 2016 11:07:45 GMT -8
Umgul City — Spaceport
Notified by Leviathan about the impending spacecraft arriving, customs was already on stand by for that routine check. The leader of that group, an Ugnaught going by the name of Zogzog Garr, was looking at the ship, he wasn't the most friendly of beings but then again he wasn't here to make friends at all. Speaking basic fluently, the short man, really he hated being called short and would grunt at whomever deigned to call him that, advanced towards the party of three disembarking from the ship over there.
"Please show your identifications so that it can be scanned on this datapad." The Ugnaught had his gaze fixated on the beskar clad young man before turning his attention onto the old man and what seemed to be a female Qiraash before ultimately looking at the human. Of course the whole time he was looking up at the three people; but he didn't care at all. "All of your weapons have to be declared, and whether or not you are attuned to the Force, you will answer to different people here in case of trouble. Now what is the reason of your vist on our humble planet, hmmm?"
After those back and forts and noting in as they answered to his questions, Zogzog looked back at the three foreigners and arched his eyebrows, after the other customs officers checked out the transport to see if anything was being smuggled, either by drones or just looking around without touching anything. "This planet is already in the midst of a crisis, and if anything happens and you three are involved, you better make sure that whatever gods you are praying to are on your side, are we clear?"
Not really the friendly guy, Zogzog again looked at the three people there with a haughty expression, then again it was always the way he looked at people, and again he didn't care if he hurt their feelings. Customs inspection being concluded, he turned around with his peers but then stopped on his way and looked back at the three foreigners. "Welcome to Umgul and enjoy your stay." Finally walking away and making sure that the report had been filed and sent straight to higher ups, Zogzog and his peers went back to the command room of the spaceport just going on about their own business as usual.
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Post by Franz Delgrave on Aug 25, 2016 15:29:43 GMT -8
The Hallowed Grounds
"Wait, no-..." Franz started to say and then noticed that again she was just joking with him and thus once more he had been fooled, amusingly at least. Chuckling at the thought, his own thoughts and expression before smiling sheepishly at her, and her obvious joke, he groaned and rubbed his hand on his face. "You do enjoy joking with me, huh? Well, I supposed that I should really learn to read between the lines if I have any hopes of keeping up with you." He told Ayodele with a knowing smirk and faint nod.
When she stated what she wanted to do, actually he definitely could see her in those fields, and he smiled warmly as he continued to look at her with that same boyish grin he always seemed to have around her. "That could certainly happen, and I honestly do see you doing those things." He told her sincerely. And of course the question came back to him, and that actually was a question that he really never thought about.
Though there was one thing for sure, he would still want to help people. "Unsurprisingly? I would still want to help people, perhaps for an association, just help out the best way I can, particularly children who do not have the chance to have a normal childhood? If that makes sense." How he described, he had no idea if that made sense, but considering how he had been brought up, and how difficult it was from time to time, or just plainly all the time, he just knew that it was something he wanted to do, if he weren't a Jedi.
Glancing at the chrono, Franz knew that he had monopolized a lot of her time already and even when he glanced out of the window, he saw that it was late, and perhaps it was time for him to consider to take her back home? Like any self respecting man. "Are you tired, and if so, I can pilot you back home. I really wouldn't want to spoil this holding you for too long, otherwise, you might be the one irritated with me in the long run for monopolizing too much of your time?" Franz said with a faint smile, there was some truth there, at least that was what he imagined and thought. He did like her company but he also knew that he couldn't talk much about certain things and that would be bound to sooner or later perhaps annoy her too.
En route to Solstice
Franz knew that the tension between him and Elika had been his doing, and he also knew that he was probably the last person she wanted to be around. A few times he had wanted to apologize for his behavior and for actually wanting to help her out, when he wasn't probably doing that by sticking around back at her office. Franz figured that sooner or later that situation he had with Elika would be resolved sooner or later but right now he didn't want to cause a scene at all, which was why when they arrived at the restaurant which Delaana picked, he really wasn't listening to their conversation and quite honestly, despite him knowing how to listen further than most, he did not make it a habit to use his ability.
Finally parking by the restaurant, Franz took a deep breath before closing his eyes and just sensing a few things around and then he stepped out of the airspeeder after unlocking all the doors. He went ahead both Lana and Elika and held the door open for the both of them so that they could enter and requested a table for two for the women while he went over by the bar to have some fruit juice to drink, at least that way, he could still keep an eye on things and hopefully erase himself in the process, and Elika along with Lana could just forget about his presence.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2016 5:32:24 GMT -8
As Greig, Krikor, and Rashmi each, reach into, respectively, a shoulder bag, the inner folds of her voluminous robes, and a pouch on his utility belt, they answer the first of the Ugnaught's questions individually.
"I'm here to look up an old acquaintance," Krikor says with no evident sense of joy, only an unadorned sense of determination, while handing over his identity documents. A casual inspection of his papers will reveal that the seventy eight year old human male was born on Abregado-rae, and is a retired bounty hunter with no criminal record. Were one to look a bit further into his records, searching law enforcement databases, one would note a distinct pattern to the bounties Krikor pursued prior to officially retiring some years ago. The vast majority of the bounties Krikor is known to have pursued, many successfully and in cooperation with the relevant local authorities, were lone killers with high body counts and who had often eluded capture on many worlds for many years. Were one inspired to search for a possible motivation for Krikor's life's work, the search would prove relatively easy. Krikor's mother and grandmother were both Jedi Knights listed as having been murdered by lone killers never recorded as being caught, and his father was a highly decorated officer of the law on Abregado-rae who, records show, left the force after his wife's murder to hunt the killer himself, and who held a widely discounted theory that his mother and wife were killed by a single predator. The only weapons Krikor carries are a blaster pistol and the lightsaber which belonged to his mother.
Oh, the shopping, of course, Greig says with a smirk hidden beneath his buy'ce when handing his documents to Zogzog. Unsurprisingly, the twenty six year old human's papers reveal he is a native of Mandalore, with a background search adding to that fact the knowledge that Greig is known to work as both a bounty hunter and occasional bodyguard for hire. His documents also reveal that Greig is the owner of the Tra'kad-class transport that the group of three arrived in. Greig carries a multitude of weapons, ranging from the blaster rifle and pistol he bears openly to the various less obvious weapons such as the wrist rocket launcher and flame throwers which are a part of his green beskar'gam.
"Our personal reasons for arriving here or there are not always why we arrive when and where we do, so who can truly say why they arrive where they do when they do?" Rashmi asks in a gentle voice that sounds both reflective and whimsical with no trace of evasion. The documents that the thirty six year old Qiraash hands to Zogzog reveal only that she is a native of Qiraash. If one were to dig further into Rashmi's official record, they would find that she was a Jedi initiate in her youth, but that she did not pass her trials, having served briefly in the Agricultural Corps before leaving five years ago for reasons of her own. Unlike her companions, Rashmi carries no weapons of any kind.
"Very clear, Krikor answers soberly for the group when Zogzog cautions them all of the perils of getting on the wrong side of Umgul's law during their stay. Thank you," Krikor replies when the Ugnaught welcomes them.
Well, Greig says cheerily, that wasn't so bad, was it? So, ba'buir, what's our first step?
"Accommodation, Krikor answers with a nod towards the spaceport's exit. Once we have a base of operation, Krikor says as they begin walking away from the ship, his step lighter than it has been in years now that the hunt is underway and he feels the old, familiar drive to pursue the foe that has eluded him for so long begin to rise within him, we look for any recent killings matching the profile we discussed, or for a few other signs the beast typically leaves in its wake. It is here, Krikor says quietly, as much to himself as to his companions, I can feel it."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 19:30:53 GMT -8
The Hallowed Grounds
Ayodele laughs as she nods to confirm Franz's assertion that she finds teasing him an enjoyable pursuit, reaching over to pat his hand afterwards in a consoling fashion which is offset more than a little by the playfully exaggerated expression of sympathy she chooses to accompany the gesture she tops off with a clucking of her tongue before she says in her lyrical voice, "Poor Franz. Such terrible abuse you must endure when in my company."
Her smile is more than a bit enigmatic as, after Franz suggests that he can imagine her doing those things that she spoke of when asked what she might do were she not a masseuse, Ayodele thinks to herself that it is, in fact, entirely possible that she might find her doing some, if not all of those things in the vast expanse of time stretching out ahead of her and that is hers to traverse in whatever manner she wishes to traverse it. "Yes, Ayodele tells Franz after he has explained what he imagines he might do under other circumstances, it makes perfect sense, Franz." Ayodele wonders idly if, as is often the case, Franz has unwittingly revealed something of himself in his comments about the children he would be particularly interested in reaching out to, but has spent enough time with him to know that the subject is one best left untouched for now. There is, for Ayodle at least, no shortage of time available to her to pursue such subjects at other points in time.
Reaching over to slide her cool fingers through Franz's own, Ayodele leans in close to softly tell him, "I do not imagine I could ever be irritated with you, dear Franz, for monopolizing my time, as I can think of none with whom I would rather spend it. Sighing as though resigning herself to something unpleasant, Ayodele, thinking that Franz may be thinking of his friends and what they are apparently all dealing with as well as of her needs for sleep or solitude, says, Though perhaps it might be best that we part ways for now, she smiles in her habitually amused fashion, as I would not like to spoil things either, after all. I would, Ayodele tells Franz as she keeps hold of his hand as she stands and begins to walk back outside, prefer to walk home, however, and so shall take my leave of you outside. Reaching up and tapping the tip of Franz's nose with a cool fingertip, Ayodele smiles as she warns him, No arguing, dear Franz. I assure you I am well able to make the journey from here to my home safely."
One's past often returns to haunt them in unexpected ways and at unexpected times. Ayodele has learned that lesson before, and will soon find that even knowing of such a truth is no protection from it.
Krikor's search for any deaths, both those more recent and those less so, will prove an unrewarding and ultimately futile one. Having tamed that which dwells within her many, many years before traveling to Umgul, Ayodele has not added to the long, long list of those who met their ends when crossing paths with her. All hope, however, is not lost, for Ayodele, in caging the part of herself that she has sought now for so long to deny, has cast some of the habits which it necessitated her acquiring aside. Just as she has no need to find ways to disguise the distinct signs her manner of killing would leave, Ayodele believes there is no longer any need to vigilantly and completely divorce her present from her her many, many pasts. Where one she would have chosen a new name along with a new world to reside upon, Ayodele kept the name she bears now from her time spent on Polus, and it is a name Krikor may search for now. Should Krikor search for her name, he will find that the date of birth is different that that she had used on Polus, Ayodele naturally cognizant of the fact that she needs to conceal her true age, just as he will find that the Ayodele Ibori residing on Umgul is listed as a daughter to the Ayodele Ibori of Polus. Krikor, who knows what Ayodele is, however, is no more likely to believe the name belongs to two different individuals than he is to have forgotten the name itself. The name Ayodele Ibori, after all, is the name she was using long, long ago when she killed Krikor's mother.
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Post by Franz Delgrave on Sept 4, 2016 13:15:51 GMT -8
The Hallowed Grounds
The contact of her cool hand on his brought him a cooling effect, but also a slightly shiver, it wasn't something he minded at all, quite the contrary in fact, he found it comforting, in the sense that he still managed to keep her attention, and she wasn't bolting out because of his quirks or just because of the simple reason that he didn't speak much about a lot of things. Grinning when Ayodele had leaned closer to him, Franz smiled warmly, not knowing on what to reply to that statement really, perhaps it was just best to not reply at all, instead, he just turned his hand and gave hers a gentle squeeze, as a thanks, but also for her patience she is exhibiting with him. "You are sweet." He told her softly before he tilted his head on the side and looked at her as she also was considering to call this a night, and as he stood up to follow her towards the exit of the coffee shop, he still turned to look one last time towards their table to make sure that he had not forgotten anything.
What he saw though, it seemed that her cup of caf seemed to still be filled, he did briefly frown at that, he could have sworn that she had been drinking it before he could say anything about it though, he felt her cool finger tapping his nose, and thankfully the end of her statement gave him enough to know and understand what she was talking about. Laughing softly and shaking his head, Franz nodded faintly and looked at her dubiously for a brief moment, but then he decided against asking that question and just placed his hand on her cheek and leaned over to peck her forehead softly.
"No arguments it is, Ayodele." He softly said as he pulled away and smiled looking at her, despite the coolness of her skin, he did not care or mind at all. "I'd like to see you again, but then I am not going to start making plans here and now because I'd rather keep it loose, who knows, maybe I'll end up at TaSpa! again these upcoming days." Franz chuckled softly before dropping his hand from her cheek and looking at her with a sheepish smile this time. Releasing her hand entirely, Franz inclined his head before saying with a teasing tone and knowing smile. "Please do be careful going home, if something did happen to you, I wouldn't forgive myself at all."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2016 13:52:25 GMT -8
Covered. Big break. Set aside.23rd Precinct
Nazani, lifting a hand to rub her left temple with a shake of her head, tries to get the conversation back on topic, interrupting her partner, "Right, tomorrow night at the club it is. I'll handle getting the surveillance detail up and running. It'll be in place before the end of the night," she assures Aninh.
Nemes reaches out to grab another doughnut as he says, "I'll head over to the OC unit, see about those financial records. Standing up, the Rodian brushes some powdered sugar from his rumpled trench coat as he asks Aninh, Anything else boss?"
Walking up to where Nuala is siting with her dataterminal, Madieke tells the tattooed Kuati, "Get the footage to Sayen, then go home. I want you at 100% when you start in on the financials. Have a feeling we're gonna solve this on that trail rather than with a big break or our perp screwing up somewhere."
"Got it," Nuala tells Madieke, shifting her lollipop from one corner or her mouth to the other as she puts her ear buds in and, once her tunes are blasting away, focusing entirely on her work on her laptop dataterminal. Once she has compiled all of the security camera footage from the law offices into a single file, Nuala sends it to Knight Sayen before, as ordered, leaving the precinct and heading home on her swoop, all thoughts of the investigation set aside for the evening.
Madieke, ignoring her own orders, gets little rest during the evening, meeting with her old Umgul PD friend Marcell Corvi to get his take on what the investigation has learned so far. After meeting with Marcell, who had unsurprisingly offered her a fresh perspective on a few pieces of the investigative puzzle, Madieke goes home, where, instead of sleeping as she probably should, she pours herself a drink and goes over her case notes to prep for the meeting with the Hutt.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2016 13:44:27 GMT -8
A thorough examination of Sike's financial records, when obtained from the Organized Crime Unit, will soon make it apparent that the deceased crime lord had concealed his earnings from his illegal business dealings by laundering funds through a series of legitimate business holdings ranging from appliance and electronic stores to custodial services, all owned through shell companies. The investigators are undoubtedly clever enough to realize it is unlikely that any of Sike's business ventures is the mysterious information and services broker they theorize exists, and would therefore in all probability look for businesses or service providers not directly linked to the deceased Bothan's empire. Should the investigators look for such businesses, which deal with Sike's empire in some fashion that provides a legitimate reason for exchanges of large sums of credits, they will find themselves with three possible candidates for the alleged mysterious information and service broker. The first possibility is a waste management company that is utilized by many of Sike's business holdings that would require such services, the second being a furniture company that also deals with many of the crime lord's legitimate businesses, and the last is a florist shop which provides plants and flowers to several of the Bothan's properties. Both the furniture company and florist, of note, were utilized by Sike personally, and could therefore be directly linked to the Bothan, where the waste management company dealt exclusively with Sike's LLCs and other cleverly concealed business holdings. All three companies, however, have ties to Varik Monit's law firm, which is the common denominator between all of the deceased crime lord's holdings given that the firm naturally dealt with the legal aspects of establishing and maintaining Sike's business holdings in ways that made linking them to him or his criminal dealings difficult.
The security camera footage from Monite's offices, unfortunately for the investigators, will prove of little value. With so much activity occurring when the murder took place, with the building being evacuated in addition to the arrivals of press, police, and emergency service vehicles, spotting the killer would have been difficult even had the shapeshifter not changed form to the unassuming guise which enabled them to bled in with the crowds.
Helaine, paying more attention to the holonews reports than to the game of chess she is supposed to be playing with Lyov, who in turn appears to be brooding on something other than the game, looks from the screen to the game board after more time than usual has passed without Lyov making a move. Smiling cruelly when she recognizes from her Master's expression that he is troubled deeply by something, Helaine decides to seize the opportunity to add to Lyov's obvious displeasure. Having her Master distracted and troubled, in Helaine's mind, could eventually provide her with an opening to remove him from the board so that she can take his place.
Choosing a reflective expression to conceal her delight in Lyov's displeasure behind, Helaine pretends to focus more on the bleating of the press as they endlessly recount the murders being attributed, by some, to the Vice Governor of Umgul or his twin, or debate the reasons why he and his brother could or could not be responsible, as she uses their private language she and Lyov developed and says in her breathy and childish voice, "I think, my Master, your belief that tonight's move was ill advised seems to be correct. The sheep do seem to be blathering more about the changeling angle than . . ."
"I can hear just fine," Lyov says tonelessly, leaving Helaine to guess as to the depth of his irritation with her for having acted alone in ordering their Clawdite assassin to murder Varik Monite. The more he listens, the more Lyov feels that the odds of his plan succeeding have diminished to the point where it is foolish to proceed without making significant changes, if not outright abandoning the game.
"Oh, of course you do, Helaine coos, and then lies convincingly, I was merely trying to apologize in a subtle, roundabout way, my Master. Now that we've addressed the Rancor in the room, Helaine goes on after biting her lip as though hesitating while considering whether or not to speak her thoughts, however, do you think that we might want to change our approach to achieving our aims? Why continue to try to get what we want through trickery and subtlety when we possess the power to simply take it? With our power, my Master, we could . . ."
Lifting a hand to silence Helaine, Lyov scowls in distaste as he says, "We might seize control of Umgul, yes, but do you really imagine we could hold it for long? No, moving in the open is a certain invitation to failure in the long run. If we want to gain a lasting . . ."
Biting back the sarcastic attacks her mind supplies, Helaine smiles instead and says, "Of course you're right, my Master," while thinking that Lyov has grown weak, and feeling her confidence that she will find a way to get what she wants while seeing that her Master does not survive grow.
Lyov, looking up when hearing the familiar voice of UNN's Ja'an Blitzer announce that she will be interviewing Andros Vyridian in the coming moments, turns from the game board to watch the interview. Circumstance denied him the opportunity to get close to the Vyridian twin he had hoped to return to the Dark Side so that they could work together to wrest control of Umgul from its current absentee steward, and Lyov is interested to see what effect recent events have had on Andros, to see if there is any hint that the Vice Governor has been pushed nearer to Bogan's grip. "I want to watch this," Lyov tells Helaine, leaning forward as the interview begins.
On the screen, Ja'an Blitzer, seated across from Andros, adopts a searching expression as she asks her first question, one her posture and tone make clear she believes is the most pressing question of the minds of her viewers. "Vice Governor, Ja'an says, leaning forward intently and looking unflinchingly at the Vice Governor, the question on everyone's mind is are you, in fact, responsible for the heinous acts you have been accused of?"
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Post by Andros Vyridian on Sept 30, 2016 13:41:48 GMT -8
Ja'an Blitzer's interview
Andros was seated, it could be seen that he and Ja'an were at the government building, but not his office at all, instead they were actually at the waiting room where the lighting was clearer, and also because Andros preferred to avoid the scrutiny in his office. He was wearing a black long sleeved turtle neck, black pants and shoes. He had his ankle up on his left thigh and surprisingly he seemed relaxed, his features were, like he had gotten some much needed sleep finally or just because something good had happened lately to him. Either way, of course he still had his usual stare, but his eyes weren't darker than usual. He didn't seem stressed nor did he seem to be hiding anything, and even if he was being accused of crimes that people think he did, he didn't look the guilty part far from it.
The whole time he was looking at Ja'an, especially when she started to address him with her first question. "For the record, no I am not responsible for the heinous acts that I am being accused of, even if some footage show that I am." Andros spoke calmly and with an unwavering voice, he continued to look at Ja'an placidly as she asked him another question if Andros had any ideas on who could be responsible of those crimes committed in his name.
"No, I have no idea, at all, perhaps someone, or a group who aspires to take my place, who knows what is on the person’s or people’s agenda?" Andros took a deep breath and looked towards the holocamera, and addressed the people, or whomever was watching, for all he knew it could be everyone. "And I am urging, no, begging them to stop, this planet has been through a lot already..."
It was the only aparté he had done, in addressing the population, the viewers of the interview as he and Ja'an carried on with the questions and answers. Each time Andros answered truthfully, and honestly, although at the same time about the directives of the government as a whole he skirted some answers for in the end, he wasn't the Senator of this planet anyways. Throughout the whole thing he seemed to be at ease answering questions, and even at ease at being under scrutiny there...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 19:41:46 GMT -8
23rd Precinct - Night of Varik Monite's Murder
As we make our way to the airspeeder we have been given use of, Knight Sayen lifts her hood over her head while continuing to chatter excitedly about her theories concerning the identity of the mysterious, and at this point entirely hypothetical information broker she feels may be central to breaking the case.
"Talkative isn't she? my other me asks me as we walk, And so eager too, I see."
Answering the apparition that has been naunting me ever since my self-imposed exile on Bimmasaari aloud not advisable for a number of reasons, I simply arch the thin ridge of muscle over my right eye, and make a noncommittal noise to suggest to the talkative Sullustan that I am listening to all she says. Feeling that contributing to the discussion might be in order, I suggest, "Once you have had the chance to go over the security footage, perhaps you might also see if Miss Durin would like any help with the forensic analysis she has undertaken?"
While Pakwa, embracing the idea of assisting with pouring through mounds of financial records just as enthusiastically as one would predict, excitedly takes out a datapad to message the young human female assisting SEO Aninh in the investigation, I settle into the airspeeder and begin taking us back to the Mist Order's Academy.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 20:22:13 GMT -8
Outside The Hallowed Grounds
Ayodele's laughter when Franz bids her to be careful on her way home is rich, genuine, wholly amused and unrestrained, and yet not mean-spirited or mocking. The idea of encountering someone or something presenting anything resembling a threat to her is so foreign to her, Ayodele being unable to recall a time that she felt concern for her safety so distant in her past such an experience occurred, that Franz's concern perhaps amuses her more than it should; particularly given that she is soon to learn that her lack of concern may have allowed her past to catch up with her.
When her laughter has died down at last, though it remains in her dark eyes still, Ayodele repeats Franz's words to her back to him, "You are sweet, Franz, to worry so. Trust me, she says with a gleam in her eyes that is at once playful and deadly serious, when I say that you need not ever worry for me." Rather than saying aloud that she shares his sentiments where seeing one another again are concerned, Ayodele steps close to Franz and rests a cool hand alongside his cheek as she brings her lips to his and gives him a brief kiss that is warm despite the chill of her lips.
With a final merry laugh, Ayodele backs away from Franz while holding his eyes with hers, lifting a hand to wave a silent farewell before she turns and fades into the mist.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 9:38:50 GMT -8
As the first series of questions in the interview of Andros are asked and answered, the sole evidence of Lyov's disappointment is a small frown that appears as he leans back and lifts a hand to rub his eyes wearily. The frown has vanished when Lyov folds his arms behind his head and looks back at the screen in time to watch as Ja'an asks, "What is being done to find the true perpetrators of the crimes and bring them to justice?"
Though his eyes remain on the screen, Lyov's attention has turned inward as he considers his disappointed reaction to seeing no evidence that Andros has been in any way affected by all that has happened so far. While it is certain, Lyov reminds himself, that being on the holonews impacts and colors what, if anything, of his emotions or thoughts to be revealed in the Vice Governor's posture or tone, it is arguably equally possible that the man's lack of any sign of being troubled in the slightest is genuine. Had he been able to infiltrate the Vyridian's social circle as he had originally planned, Lyov thinks bitterly, it may have been possible to get a better read on the Vice Governor and gauge whether or not the fickleness of the populace he serves could be used to turn him against them, and to shape him into an ally, but that avenue was denied him by circumstance. Lyov, paying little attention to the interview as it goes on now that he sees it can afford him no insight into the man he has plotted against, almost smiles as he plays back the appeal Andros made to him through the screen to stop because Umgul has been through so much. What has Umgul been through, Lyov asks silently with an incredulous shake of his head. Umgul has been freed of the burden of several criminal parasites preying upon it, and Umgul has been the recipient of much wealth in the form of donations to charities, law enforcement, education, and other entities that all serve its citizens. Umgul should thank him, Lyov thinks to himself bitterly, not hunt for him or make illogical appeals for him through its Vice Governor to stop making it a better world. His brow furrows as Lyov considers where his train of thought has taken him, and realizes that his actions may have been driven more by a desire to build than to destroy.
Helaine, unknowingly derailing her Master's train of thought, laughs as she points at the screen where Andros is speaking of being interrogated, gleefully asking in her breathy, childish voice, "He does not seem at all affected, my Master. Lips pouting, Helaine mocks the disappointment she reads in Lyov's expression, Oh, I'm sorry, Master. I know you wanted him to be affected by your plans, that you wanted to make him hurt and angry enough to bring him to you, but I think it's time to admit your plan has failed. Leaning forward, Helaine asks with a sadistic smile, Do you want me to make him angry, my Master? Do you want me to hurt him? I know how. I could kill . . ."
Lyov, lifting a hand to silence his apprentice with a tired sigh, tells the Zeltron, "No. We go forward without him. He was always only a prospective ally, not the main objective. Nothing has changed," he concludes, speaking as much to himself as to Helaine even though it feels to him as though something fundamental has changed within him, something Helaine's mockery has caused to slip from his grasp for now. Rising from the couch, motioning for Helaine to leave him be, Lyov heads for the back deck overlooking the mist enshrouded city, hoping he can make sense of the feeling of discontent and internal flux he has been left with.
Helaine, smiling as she watches Lyov walk outside, could not be more pleased with the effect the interview seems to have had on her Master. True, she cannot read his thoughts, but she has lived and trained with the Epicanthix long enough to have gained a certain degree of ability to guess his thoughts and to read his moods. Lyov being distracted and troubled means, Helaine believes, that he may make a mistake that she can ensure she benefits from. Umgul would be a nice prize, Helaine thinks with a smile, but her endgame has always been her own ascension from apprentice to Master. That seems to be one step closer now that Lyov appears to have allowed doubt and disappointment to seep in and sap his confidence and surety. Eager to bring events closer to an end she envisions as one that will bring her triumph, Helaine takes her datapad and sends a message to the Clawdite assassin and the Mandalorian mercenary, instructing the assassin to eliminate the Hutt the following evening, and making the Mandalorian know that she is tasked with aiding the assassin in escaping or, if it seems as though she is in danger of being captured, that she is not taken alive.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 18:33:45 GMT -8
Neassa flips her datapad up and catches it in the palm of her hand repeatedly, a pensive and reflective frown on her long, oval shaped face as she contemplates the implications of the mission orders she has just received from her mysterious employer. With her instructions including a kill order should it look as though the assassin, allegedly Andros Vyridian, she is being paid to help escape from the scene of the planned assassination of a local Hutt crimelord he will be carrying out, Neassa feels it is safe to assume that the Andros doing all the killing of local criminals is not really Andros at all. It is possible, Neassa supposes, that Umgul's Vice Governor is behind some kind of elaborate scheme to rid Umgul of some big players in the planet's crime scene, but it seems more likely that she has become entangled in something else entirely. If her orders did not, at the end of the day, involve hitting criminals of one kind or another, Neassa might entertain the idea of pulling up stakes and leaving her job here incomplete, but as that is ultimately the case, she decides to see the job through.
From what she has observed, Umgul's city-wide surveillance is impressive as well as pervasive, and Neassa knows she will need to be careful if she wants to avoid any unwanted attention or blow back from her work for whoever has hired her. Her beskar'gam would be recognizable of anyone thought to look into law enforcement databases, Neassa having pursued many legal bounties in her time, occasionally even working with local law enforcement, and so she decides not to wear it for the mission to support, or eliminate if necessary, the Hutt's assassin. Having spent time observing the Hutt's club, as well as the local citizens typically seen in the vicinity of the establishment, Neassa picks clothes that blend in to allow her to move about with relative freedom, the long, jacket she chooses not only including a hood that will conceal her face well enough, but also bulky enough to conceal her EE-3 carbine rifle.
The speeder she used to recon the club being recognized seems far fetched, but Neassa is not inclined to risk it, and so instead steals a swoop bike from a long term parking area of the city's starport to use for the job. Waiting until early evening, Neassa takes the swoop to the multi-level public speeder parking garage she had used to recon the Hutt's club, making her way this time to the open air top floor of the structure. The perch gives Neasa visibility to the front and side entrances of the Hutt's club, as well as the ability to quickly take off if needed. Walking to the edge of the landing structure, Neassa keeps her carbine hanging at her side from its sling beneath her coat, now opened to make bringing the carbine to bear quickly possible, Neassa settles into the shadows beside a speeder to wait for the assassin to make their play.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 4:13:32 GMT -8
Early. Leverage. Convoluted as anything. Digging.
Madieke arrives at Strilath the Hutt's club a few minutes early, parking her speeder across from the building. Glancing at her wrist chrono after stepping out of her vehicle, Madieke sees that she probably has a bit of a wait ahead of her for the Umgul PD detectives and Nuala to arrive for their meeting with the Hutt, and so leans against the side of her speeder and takes her lighter and smokes from a trench coat pocket.
Exhaling a thin stream of bluish smoke upwards after taking her first drag, Madieke takes her handheld datapad from a pocket and sends a message to the surveillance team that had been watching the Hutt's club overnight to see if their watching and listening to any comm activity Strilath might have engaged in has any potential to give her some leverage when speaking to the Hutt. As she finishes the message and sends it, Madieke hears the distinctive sound of a swoop bike approaching, and turns in time to see Nuala set her swoop down. Holding her cigarettes and lighter out to offer them to Nuala, Madieke asks, "Anything from the financials?"
"Good morning to you too, Nuala says with a laugh, used to Madieke's tendency to let little social niceties fall to the side when working. Sike, or his lawyer, were nothing if not thorough when it came to making the credit trail convoluted as anything. Still, Nuala takes a drag from her cigarette after lighting it, I think there are two or three business that could be fronts for the information and services broker we're looking for. The ones I think are strong possibles all did a lot of work with Sike or his business holdings, would all have legit reasons for shipping things on and off world, and would have plenty of opportunities for making high volume credit transfers with the businesses they are running. With a shrug of a shoulder, Nuala admits, It's all speculation at this point though. We could take a closer look at the owners maybe, see if anything jumps out?"
"Do it, Madieke says. Get me your summary report soon as you can. We'll get with the Jedi if we need help digging through whatever we can turn up on the owners, and with any interviews we might decide to do."
Nodding, Nuala takes out her datapad and says, "I can send you the report now. Give you something to read while we wait for the detectives."
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