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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 9:19:02 GMT -8
Turning and catching the datacard, Neassa sits where indicated and nods after she's been given her instructions. Helaine has no need to worry about Neassa being Force sensitive, as she is not, and even though she recognizes who her employer is, or is attempting to make her believe they are anyway, Neassa doesn't show any visible reaction. Having seen the holonet reports about the big news on Umgul, Neassa recognizes that her employer is one of the Vyridians, but those reports also make her aware that there is also a possibility that she's been employed by someone impersonating a Vyridian. So long as her targets meet her criteria, Neassa doesn't really care who she is working for. If she has been hired to wage an off the record, unsanctioned war against crime, that is fine with her, and if she is instead getting paid by a criminal to rid the universe of other criminals, that doesn't trouble Neassa's conscience in the least either. And if there is some kind of elaborate plot going on to implicate the Vice Governor and UPD in a conspiracy of some kind, that is their problem, not hers.
Recon on three locations sounds easy enough, and Neassa assumes from the fact her employer has referred to this as her first task that she will eventually be asked to eliminate targets at the locations. Reviewing the datacard will probably give her an idea of who those targets might be, so the only question Neassa has is, "How soon do you need the recon completed?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 20:27:13 GMT -8
Misty Valley Greenputt Course - 1st Hole Tee Box
His goggles hiding his eyes, and the antiox mask covering his mouth, Niyol's expressions are impossible to gauge for most non Kel Dor, a fact he often uses to his advantage. Trying to put himself in Lyov's position, imagining how he might react if falsely accused or correctly so, Niyol can detect no false notes in Lyov's reaction to his initial question; the levels of unrest and concern evident in the Epicanthix's expressions and demeanor seeming appropriate and sincere. Still, despite Atlantis' attempt to appear as though his suspicions had been lain to rest by the alibi guests of Lyov and Helaine's benefit provided, Niyol knows that the Grandmaster still sees the couple as guilty, and so presses on in his effort to see if he cannot learn why that might be. His next gambit is a simple one; some facts have been left out of the media's realm, and if Lyov is guilty he might slip and betray some guilty knowledge if Niyol can catch him off guard, especially since Niyol won't be making the same mistakes as his detectives had by revealing anything about the investigation that is not known to the public.
Grunting noncommittally after Lyov has replied, Niyol gestures for him to tee off first as he asks, They didn't give you any reasons for their suspicions?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 10:56:31 GMT -8
Noting that the Mandalorian has no discernible reaction to the guise she has taken on with a small tinge of disappointment, Helaine supposes that it could merely be a part of the woman's professionalism that keeps her from reacting. The same professionalism also apparently involves not asking many questions, which Helaine does not mind at all as it means she will need to spend less time than she thought maintaining her altered appearance. Hopefully the Mandalorian is as skilled as she is professional. "One week," Helaine growls, scowling as she abruptly turns and leaves the steam room as there would seem to be no further need for discussion.
Once outside of the steam room, Helaine releases her command of the Force to cease her impersonation of the Vice Governor, and turns her efforts instead to concealing her Force presence as usual. As she heads for where she will enjoy a manicure, pedicure, and facial, Helaine smiles as she thinks of another possible use for the bounty hunter once the tasks she will be given are complete. Neassa is of a similar height and build to her, and Helaine considers the possibility of using that fortunate coincidence to give the Jedi and UPD the gift of a suspect that matches the description they have.
When Neassa accesses the information on the datacard, she will find the three addresses of the locations she is being asked to recon. The first is the high end nightclub in the city center owned by Strilath the Hutt. The second is the penthouse apartment atop a tall tower of apartments where the Weequay Arezou resides in the wealthy district of the city. The final location is the large home of the Esselian Klivian, located in a gated community in an upper middle class sector of the city.
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Nodding and bending down to tee up when Niyol indicates he should begin their game, Lyov finds the Kel Dor's next question odd since he assumes the Jedi have already shared the reasons for their suspicions with the Commissioner, but does not betray that thought in his tone or expression as he answers, "On the contrary, they were quite open with their reasoning, such as it is. Helaine is apparently similar in height to the killer, and left handed. Shrugging as he stands, a mildly bewildered expression on his face to suggest that accusing someone based on such scant evidence is utterly ridiculous when there is nothing so unique about Helaine's height or handedness that justifies such accusations, Lyov addresses the tee and looks out onto the fairway as he says, They also seem to think that because she is a Zeltron Helaine is in the habit of manipulating the emotions of others. Looking back down at his tee, Lyov brings his driver back and up, saying, Ah yes, and the fact that I was a competitive duelist leads them to believe Helaine must be skilled in the sport as well." Swinging his club down and following through, Lyov stands still as he watches his ball sail over the fairway to land a few yards from the green. Going on to refute the Jedi's claims seems unnecessary, the leaps in logic of the Jedi's reasoning almost painfully obvious to see, and so Lyov makes no effort to point out the flaws and deductive leaps as he bends down to retrieve his tee and steps aside so Niyol can take his shot.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 21:01:47 GMT -8
Misty Valley Greenputt Course - 1st Hole Tee Box
Grunting noncommittally once more after Lyov has answered his question, Niyol walks over to prepare to make his first drive of the game. Nothing that Lyov says raises any red flags, and his assessment of the Jedi's reasoning is accurate enough on the face of it; none of the evidence that has been collected definitively points to Helaine, far from it given that her height and the fact she is left handed are things that countless other beings, male and female, share with her. Still, the fact that Atlantis must have some reason for his suspicion continues to nag at Niyol, and so he continues to subtly probe Lyov to see if he cannot discern what Atlantis' reasoning might be.
As he stands after teeing his ball up, the tall Kel Dor, deciding to see if a sudden curve-ball might throw the Epicanthix off enough to reveal something he might not otherwise, says in a conversational tone, You disappeared for twenty-five years when you were sixteen as I recall. I've often wondered, what were you doing all that time? After asking the question Niyol swings his club, watching his ball as it hits the fairway a few yards from the green, then bounces twice to land on the edge of the green, and then rolls a few feet towards towards the pin before stopping.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 22:41:33 GMT -8
Guessing that the last thing she or her employer needs is for anyone that might be paying attention to her employer's movements, whether he is who he appears to be or not, Neassa lays down on the bench and closes her eyes after he has left to enjoy what will probably be her last relaxing moments for the foreseeable future. A thorough recon of three separate locations in one week will be a demanding, but not impossible task, but it will also almost certainly take the entire week she has been given.
After leaving the spa, Neassa makes two stops before returning to her apartment, one to purchase two colors of hair dye, and the second to buy several nondescript outfits so that she can try to avoid notice while being in the same general vicinity over time by changing her appearance while performing her recon. Umgul's typical weather is beneficial, allowing her to wear clothing like trench coats or other concealing garments that she can wear her armor beneath should she decide to do so without seeming out of place. Once back at the apartment, Neassa reviews the datacard, comparing the addresses with the maps available of the city to get a feel for each is situated, as well as what surrounds them so she can begin selecting places to set up surveillance. The club is likely to be the easier of the three to reconnoiter, as it won't require any subterfuge to observe the public interior for the security in place. The fact that the club is owned by a Hutt, one that a holonet search reveals has been investigated for suspected ties to criminal activity, gives her an idea of why the locations have been chosen, since the holonews has been suggesting that Vyridian, or whoever is impersonating him, has an agenda involving eliminating criminals. Setting aside trying to learn the identities of the owners of the other two locations for later, Neassa decides to save the residence in the gated community for last as it will likely prove to be the most difficult to surveil without taking some precautions against being detected. The penthouse might also be difficult, unless she can find a spot to perform the surveillance from afar, and so Neassa decides to take a leisurely flight to the club later in the evening that will take her through the area the penthouse is locate in to keep an eye out for any such likely locations.
Laying out a dress that won't attract too much attention while also being appropriate for a night on the town, Neassa packs her handheld scanner, equipped with several features ranging from lifeform detection to other scanning modes, in the purse matching the dress before, deciding to go for blonde hair for the night, heading to the bathroom to dye her hair to kill some of the time she has until heading out to the Hutt's club.
Later in the evening, after taking a route to the club that takes her around the area the penthouse apartment is located in to look for likely places to set up surveillance on it, Neassa parks the speeder a few blocks from the club and heads in on foot, walking a route that gives her a look at all sides of the building it is located in to get a feel for any exterior security and all entry and exit points. Once inside the club, Neassa orders a drink, finds a table that gives her a decent view of the club's interior, and begins by watching for any obvious security the Hutt has in place.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 11:06:22 GMT -8
Glancing over at Niyol with a mildly confused expression, his question of Lyov's past coming unexpectedly and certainly justifying some degree of confusion. Lyov suspects that the question is not as innocent as it is made to sound, and may even be one that Niyol has been sent by the Jedi to ask. As not answering would make it seem he has something to hide, Lyov decides to answer it with some degree of truthfullness, adding some fabricated details in place of the truth and omitting those elements that would confirm the Jedi's suspicions. As he walks over to his bag and lifts it onto his shoulder, Lyov says in a reflective tone, befitting the fact he is being asked to think back to a time in his life over forty years ago, "Running, at first. I knew my parents would look for me, and I had no wish to be found. I was tired, you see, of being nothing more than a champion duelist, as though that was all of my worth. It had ceased to be challenging to me, as academia had before it. Laughing at the folly of his younger self, Lyov says, I thought making a life of my own choosing would be the challenge I needed, that I wanted. Little did I realize how very challenging it would be to build a life after giving away all supports, all resources. I made my way to Adumar, thinking Wild Space would be distant enough that no search could find me. As they begin making their way onto the fairway and out towards where Lyov's shot landed, he says, I found work in the underground mines, Smiling bitterly, Lyov says, One's name and past were of no importance there, and it provided a meager income. Sighing wistfully, Lyov says, I spent five years in the mines, and then chance led me to meet the daughter one of one of the Adumari noble families. Smiling as though thinking back on fond memories, Lyov continues, Cinzia was her name, and . . . Pausing, as though catching himself reminiscing at a length that may be trying for his listener, Lyov continues in a melancholy tone, She was engaged to wed the son of another noble family, and when the son learned of our relationship he challenged me to a blastsword duel. I won, and Cinzia and I ran from Adumar together, making our way to Coruscant."
Setting his bag down near where his ball had landed, Lyov selects a club and moves to eye the shot he must make, frowning as he goes on, "We had three years together before she tired of living in poverty and returned to her family and its wealth. Shrugging with a sad smile, Lyov says, I was devastated, naturally, and spend the next years mourning the loss of what I had thought I'd found. I became a bit of a nomad, traveling the Core Worlds as a crew member on a courier ship for a time before finally settling on Muunilinst in the Eastern Outer Rim. It was there that I began working for the IGBC, beginning as a mail clerk and working my way up, learning all that I could before becoming a portfolio manager. Later, I left to form my own financial consulting firm." His tale done, Lyov takes his shot, hitting his ball onto the green, where it bounces and rolls to end a bit closer to the pin than Niyol's. Lifting his bag onto his shoulder, Lyov begins to walk for the green, waiting to see if Niyol will question him further, or if his story has settled the Kel Dor's mind where the gaps in public record of his past are concerned.
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Strilath the Hutt's club is a wide, three story building, with the ground floor making up the club area, the basement comprised of a storage area and other spaces used for the club, and the third floor used as the Hutt's residential area. The main exterior entrance is the public one at the front of the building, where armed guards scan the patrons for any weapons, which are not allowed in the club, with a loading dock located in the rear of the building and one side exit on the eastern side of the building that only allows patrons of the club to exit the building. A deck on the third floor, located at the rear of the building, is the only other access point.
Strilath can be seen, at times, inside the club on a centrally located balcony looking over the floor. In addition to his major domo, the Hutt is surrounded by no less than four armed guards. The interior and exterior of the club is monitored by security cameras, some easily spotted while others are concealed, and while the guards surrounding Strilath and two large Herglic that serve as bouncers are all conspicuous, the main floor of the club is typically observed by at least four other guards that attempt to blend in with the patrons while circulating to watch for any signs of trouble.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 20:36:47 GMT -8
Baseline. The Drill. Instincts. Taking Over
When Nuala arrives at the precinct the following morning, Madieke is already there waiting. Tucking her helmet under an arm after hopping off her swoop, Nuala walks over to where Madieke is waiting by her speeder, trying to guess her mood from her expression and failing miserably since Maddie when irritated looks a lot like Maddie at baseline. "Thanks, Nuala says cautiously when Maddie hands her a cup of caf, then gives up trying to guess and asks her straight out, You still pissed?"
Shaking her head, looking aside to exhale a stream of bluish smoke, Madieke says, "No. Dropping her cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out, Madieke goes on, I want you on Entin and Orlov from now on. Keep it between you and me for now. Get Sigi to keep tabs on them in the evenings if you need some backup. I want to know where they go, who they see, what they do, all that. While your keeping eyes on them, see if you can't do that techie voodoo you do to get into their financials as far back as you can. Look for any big withdrawals, you know the drill. You armed?"
Nuala nods, patting the DC-17 hand blaster holstered on her right thigh, asking, "You really think . . ."
"Not sure, Madieke says, taking a sip of her caf before saying, Just be careful. Comm me first thing if anything seems off, got it? When Nuala nods, Madieke says, Get on it," and then watches the Kuati head back for her swoop before turning to make her way into the precinct. Atlantis shared the reasons he had for jumping all over Entin and Orlov, such as they were, but he hadn't shared what, if anything, he was planning to do about his suspicions, so Madieke figures it can't hurt to have a tail on the couple for at least a few days, or to dig into their financial records to see if anything jumps out. It may be a dead end, but at least Madieke will be able to set her own mind at ease now that Atlantis has made her doubt her instincts.
After nodding a greeting to Nazani and Nemes, Madieke tells them, "I want you two to set up surveillance on your Weequay pal. See if she does anything interesting over the next day or so. If our perp is going after Sike's organization, I want someone there to stop him, or her. If we still have a team on Arezou's penthouse, tell them you'll be taking over, or have them cover nights if you want. Whichever way you handle it, she's your baby now. I'll be keeping tabs on Klivian. Report in to me every two hours, or if anything out of the ordinary happens. Questions?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 21:43:21 GMT -8
Misty Valley Greenputt Course - 1st Fairway
Niyol cannot detect any false notes in Lyov's tone or expression as he explains what he had done after disappearing at sixteen, nor does he fail to note that there is not anything in what the Epicanthix says that could be verified after so much time has passed; which does not mean anything, the Kel Dor reminds himself, feeling almost guilty for the fact he is all but interrogating a man he considers a friend. Reminding himself that he also has a sworn duty to protect the citizens of Umgul, a duty that comes before any friendships he might have, Niyol presses on even though he has begun to feel that Atlantis is wrong to suspect the Epicanthix. Taking his putter from his bag and walking towards his ball, the tall Kel Dor kneels to check the lay of the green between where his ball landed and the cup as, without commenting on Lyov's account of the years he was out of public view, he asks, How well do you know Miss Orlov? What do you know about her life before you met her?
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Nemes nods, his tapir-like snout curled in an angry frown as, deciding to bite his tongue rather than invite any more of the SEO's anger after his screw up the other day, he reaches for his suit jacket and pulls it on.
Nazani rests a hand on her partner's shoulder as he heads for the door, less inclined to just tuck her tail between her legs than the Rodian, and asks Aninh, "We're on Arezou, you've got Klivian, so, the curvy Lorrdian holds her hands out at her sides, who's on Entin and his Zeltron bimbo? Or is our brilliant new plan to just sit on Sike's lieutenants and hope that they're the bad guys and that they go after one of them? And what about the Jedi? What are they doing while we're all sitting on our thumbs while staking out possible next targets?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 8:00:39 GMT -8
Different angles.
Madieke has no idea what the Jedi's plans are, Atlantis not having explained what he would be doing about his suspicions where Entin and Orlov are concerned, but he did make it clear that he wanted the couple off the suspect list so far as the official record was concerned, so she tells the detectives, "Forget about Entin and Orlov, without explaining it any further. Don't worry about what the Jedi are doing either, we'll be working the case from different angles from here on out, Madieke says, guessing that it is true enough even though Atlantis had not actually said anything about continuing to work together with her or the UPD. Her first inclination is to tell Pakchoain to request a reassignment if she isn't happy with the plan, but Madieke supposes that it might be better to play nice and see if that works first, so she says, As far as the plan, yeah, we're watching the potential targets. I think it's the best play we have in the absence of a suspect. Whether the whole thing is just OC infighting or an elaborate attempt to discredit the Vice Governor, hitting another similar vic feels like the best bet for the perp's next move. If we've picked the right targets to watch over, could be we'll be in place to stop the whole mess before it escalates any further, but if you have another idea about what we could be doing, let's hear it detective."
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Walking towards the hole to stand ready to pull the flag should the Kel Dor's putt prove true, Lyov answers the question he's been asked in a mildly weary tone that suggests he has resigned himself to the fact that the accusations that have been made by the Jedi necessitate Niyol's impromptu interrogation and that, as he understands, he holds nothing against the Kel Dor. "We've been together over a decade now, Helaine and I, Lyov begins, I would say that I know her better than anyone, he makes an effort to appear as though he permits himself a small smile as he jokes in a half-hearted tone, and I certainly believe that I'd know if she had a double life as an assassin at the very least. I know that she was an orphan, raised nearly from birth in the system. I know she received little formal education since she was never placed with an adoptive family. I met her not long after she reached the age where the system on Zeltros no longer cares for wards, and we've been together ever since. There is not much else to know Niyol. Lifting a hand before the Kel Dor has a chance to interrupt, Lyov says, I know you have to ask these questions. I understand the position you've been put in, I do. Whatever you need, whatever other questions you have, or whatever else you need to do to set your mind at ease, I understand. We'll cooperate fully. We want to put this behind us as well. How do you think it feels to, out of the blue, be accused of such things? And why? Because Helaine is a Zeltron? Respectfully, Grandmaster Vyridian's painfully obvious prejudice where Zeltrons are concerned seems to be the whole of his foundation for his suspicions. Not all Zeltrons are manipulative, any more than all Umbarans are secretive or all Twi'leks are seductive. The man had spent a total of, at most, five minutes in our company, nearly a year ago now, before all of this, Niyol. His suspicions are based on those five minutes and his bias against Zeltrons, nothing more."
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If Ranger Durnin begins her surveillance soon enough, she will have the choice of following either Helaine or Lyov. Following Helaine will enable the Ranger to observe her shopping, then going into TaSpa! before the Zeltron returns to their residence, where following Lyov will take her to the greenput course where he meets with Commissioner Niyol.
Should the Ranger look into their finances, she will find that the only large withdrawals are those made to fund the various charitable causes the couple have endorsed since their arrival on Umgul. The couples spending habits will show nothing out of the ordinary for a wealthy couple fond of entertaining, dining out, going to the theatre or opera, and that do not deny themselves much where things such as clothing, dining out, or other indulgences are concerned. Lyov has a vast investment portfolio that he maintains which supports their lifestyle, and which, with a few private clients he still manages similar investment portfolios for, provides their income.
Surveillance of Arezou and Klivian, when begun, will prove equally routine as neither venture from their homes, make any comms, or meet with anyone on the day SEO Aninh assigns herself and the UPD detectives the respective surveillance details.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 23:11:09 GMT -8
Misty Valley Greenputt Course - 1st Green
Niyol grunts after Lyov has finished speaking, not surprised by the slight anger that the Epicanthix evinces near the end when speculating as to what might be at the root of Atlantis' suspicions, the sentiment justified if all that Lyov says is true. It is inconvenient and possibly even unfortunate that there is little that there would seem to be possible to do so far as verifying the account of his or Helaine's pasts are concerned; being able to do so might go a long way towards setting Atlantis' mind at ease, if that is even possible. The man, in Niyol's estimation, did not seem as though he had any doubts about his conclusions; a dangerous frame of mind for an investigator to have in Niyol's opinion. Jedi are supposed to be above prejudice, which does not mean they always are, and the Kel Dor wonders if Lyov's guess is right, and Atlantis is merely falling prey to prejudicial views he may not even be aware he holds.
Standing and swinging his putter lightly, Niyol watches his ball roll smoothly across the green to drop into the cup as, satisfied with what he has learned and finding little reason to continue harboring any suspicions where Lyov and Helaine are concerned for the time being, he says, You're down one, assuming you make your putt. Better get your head in the game Entin. Not feeling that he owes any apology for doing his job, Niyol lets dropping the subject and simply focusing on enjoying their game serve in its stead.
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Lifting her hands as though in surrender after Aninh spells things out for them in her usual terse fashion, Nazani says, "Nope, you're right. It's the only play we've got for now. Tugging Nemes after her, Nazani heads for the hallway outside their command center and says, We'll report in once we're in position. Once outside, Nazani tells her partner, I'm piloting," and then heads for their speeder.
Nemes knows better than to talk much when his partner is in a mood, so doesn't say much as they make their way to the vacant office building that the surveillance team watching over Arezou has set up in, and lets her take the lead when they arrive and inform the team that they will be taking over the day shift, making the arrangements to have them return in the evening after being shown the set up. Sitting down in a chair facing the windows and taking a peek at the Weequay's penthouse through a pair of electrobinocs equipped with a plethora of goodies that let them get, among other things, an infrared view of the goings on inside the penthouse, Nemes asks Nazani, You want to watch, or listen to the comm traffic?"
"Comms, the curvy Lorridan says, sending a quick holonet message to Aninh to let her know they are in position before putting on the headset that will let her listen to any incoming unencrypted transmissions, and then sighs as she admits, I really hate stakeouts," and then settles in on a couch to start waiting for something to happen or their shift to end.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 11:28:07 GMT -8
Nursing her drink all the while, moving from one table to another a few times to avoid the possibility she might attract the attention of any especially attentive guards, Neassa lingers in the club for a few more hours to observe the movements of the visible security personnel as well as, with the weapon detector feature of her handheld scanner, those of the less conspicuous ones in the club and on the other two floors to see if there appears to be any pattern to their movements, obvious changes in shifts, or certain routine periods where the Hutt is on the balcony where it provides a clearer target. Also noting where the visible security cams are situated, Neassa begins to think in terms of how she would go about eliminating the Hutt if that proves to be one of her assignments, though she knows that she will want to use the following day to observe the club during the day to see if it would seem a more opportune to strike as it would also minimize the chances of any civilians being harmed in the event the Hutt's security needed to be engaged for an extended period of time.
After leaving the club, Neassa finds a large, multi-level public speeder landing garage that gives her a clear view of the club and settles in to watch it when it closes for the evening to see what the usual routine is, and to observe the Hutt's movements and those of his security personnel to see if the level of security lessens when the club's operating hours end.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 18:13:52 GMT -8
Hunkered Down. Welcome Reprieve.
The surveillance team keeping tabs on Klivian, whose home being in a gated community makes doing so unnoticed all the more challenging, has been using vehicles made to look like differing service or utility vans that are rotated periodically. The one being used when Madieke joins them for the day is an old water and sewage hovertruck, with all of the surveillance gear located in the rear. Keeping one officer with her, Madieke had instructed the others to take the day off so they could take over for the evening shift, and then spent a few moments familiarizing herself with the gear while listening to the officer's report of what they had seen or learned so far, which did not amount to much since Klivian appears to have hunkered down to lay low for the time being.
Not long after she arrives, Madieke gets the reports from Nuala, who also reports in to let Madieke known that she had followed Orlov into the when both the Zeltron and Epicanthix had left their home separately, and the detectives letting her know that they are also in position. The report that Nuala sends later, detailing her findings from examining the financial records of Entin and Orlov, is an almost welcome reprieve from the boredom of watching nothing much happening in or around Klivian's home, even though ultimately the records don't reveal anything of investigative value, or that would justify all the attention being focused on them. Madieke, thorough as ever, sends Nuala a holonet message to have her see if she cannot get a list of other customers that were at TaSpa! during the period Orlov was there on the off chance any names jump out, and then returns to the monitors and headphones to watch and listen as, if the day so far is any indication, not much happens in Klivian's life.
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Neassa's observations of the club after it closes will reveal that the Hutt maintains a security team consisting of no less than six members during the hours the club is not open to the public, with two remaining on the ground floor while the other four take up positions on the upper floor where Strilath the Hutt resides. The security personnel remain inside, relying on the exterior cameras to monitor the outside of the building.
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Nuala's efforts to obtain a list of clients at TaSpa! during the time frame Helaine was present will, thanks to Neassa's having assumed the identity of a long time resident of Umgul with no criminal record, turn up nothing of value as all of the clients of the spa during that time period ultimately prove to be residents of Umgul with no criminal records.
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Though he is only able to guess that Niyol's suspicions have been temporarily lain to rest, Lyov knows that the damage to their previously trusting relationship has been done nonetheless, and that he will need to tread carefully where the Kel Dor is concerned for the time being. In a way, Lyov finds the reversal of situation almost amusing since it is the nature of an accusation, once made, to linger even if it is not initially proven and seems misplaced that much of his own plans where the Vice Governor, Mist Order, and Mist Government rely upon. Time may heal the rift between him and the Kel Dor, however, so long as nothing else adds to his suspicion, and time is something that Lyov knows his plans must continually deny his opponents. As he finishes his game with Niyol, easily able to appear as though he is unconcerned by what has transpired between them since the Kel Dor's role in his plans has never been of vital importance, Lyov considers all that has been set in motion, all that he holds in reserve, and what move he would benefit most from making next.
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Post by Zane Shadolen on Feb 23, 2015 16:05:41 GMT -8
Furgan Medical Center - Long-Term CCU
*Dark. It was dark. That was the first thought that entered his mind. All he could see was darkness. Even as his eyes parted, and the feeling of sterile, cool air touched his pupils for the first time in - how long was it? He didn't even know. All he knew, all he felt was darkness. And solitude. His senses were coming out of the fog that he had been shrouded in, he heard...nothing. Where had he awoken? To hear nothing, to see nothing, he had to have been inside. But inside where? He had to calm his mind. He had to focus. Reflect on his meditation and training. So much was different from when he had last retained consciousness. He felt...stagnant. As if he had been here for some period of time with no change. And the room was...well, as his eyes finally focused and a flush wave of endorphins and neural stimulation washed over him, he soon was able to adjust his head. Barely.*
*He laid there in a bed. The sheets felt old, as though he had been in them for a while. As his neck turned, he felt the muscles twitch from lack of use. What had happened?* Think, man. Just...focus and think. *He recalled...the Maw. The Shadow Installation. Filtering through stolen files regarding some project. The bombings -- Master Roma! He was off to find Master Roma to tell her...about what? The bombings and who were connected to them. He continually tried to turn his head, move his feet; he felt wires, diodes. Things were attached to him. Still, most of him felt numbness. And this other sensation that was impossible to describe. His mind was coming back to life. And even as he flexed his hand, bent his knees, wiggled his toes, nothing seemed to make sense. Every stiff movement was exhausting. Exasperating, even, because he just wanted to move freely. Yet, with every movement, he felt like more was wrong with him. Another wire, another -- was that a catheter? Oh, frack...did that mean...?*
*And another uncomfortable device placed elsewhere...* Lovely, *he thought to himself. All of this could only mean that he had been out for quite some time. He reached for something, anything, that could notify someone that he was awake. He thought he had found the call button to the nurse's station, but couldn't be sure. Not to mention, he wasn't certain he had found his voice.*He attempted swallowing. Tried to breathe in and out of his mouth. His lips were dry. He mustered enough strength to move his tired jaws, opening his mouth with deliberate effort and closing it again. Every movement burned in his already-spent facial muscles. As air escaped his throat, he tried to form sounds. There was a hint of a whistle as it crossed his aching vocal chords. That fatigued, sharp exhalation that escapes someone when they've napped too long or been without anything to drink was all he could manage.*As he continued to try and find his voice, his mind flashed over yet more of his most-recent memories. It was beyond fuzzy at the moment. The parts he could pick out were voices, moments in time that he perceived through the use of the Force and through his auditory and olfactory senses. He recalled the sweet scent of a woman, and her voice seemed to soothe his wearied soul. Terra...Terra Kiros. She had visited him often. And also, the efforts of Master Serrin to bring him out of this. It all seemed to add to the notion that he had been here for an extensive amount of time. But how long?! He simply did not know.*More wasted effort was given, attempting to sidle himself up onto his elbows. He was able to move mere centimeters, his stomach burning with each flex of his abdomen. He focused inwardly, drawing on his connection to the Force to help him manage his pain. In his congress with Ashla, he felt the warmth of her presence, but also the reticence to be drawn upon. It almost felt as though she knew he would be fine on his own.*Fine? Nothing about this was fine! He held critical information about a threat against the Republic in his mind, information that could lead to the capture of known terrorists - Sith - who were responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people! Why - why - did Ashla caution peace in this?! Had everything changed so drastically in the time that he was out?*He looked around, attempting to be mindful of his surroundings. He wanted to find something, ANYTHING, that could tell him what day or what month it was. A calendar? No. Monitor with some sort of display? None to be found. Just darkness and a few blinking lights on something that was just beyond his sight. He noticed their refraction on the ceiling, though. Tiny streaks of blue, orange, green blinking lights that he could barely make out. Where were the karking people responsible for his care?! Had...had they been disposed of? Did the Sith win?*That was a harrowing thought. One which he didn't want to place in consideration anymore. Perhaps...perhaps he should heed Ashla's guidance. If the young, auburn-haired Jedi had truly been in danger, she would have been the first to let him know. For now, Zane would attempt to rest. Regain his strength. Perhaps the monitors that were placed on him would alert someone of his awoken condition.*
As he calmed down, he felt the endorphins in his system receding, and the pain returning. That sensation was soon replaced by a cool sensation washing over him. Apparently, another of the many systems were discharging medications to keep him comfortable. It wouldn't take much, Zane realized, to place him back into a drug-induced slumber.*He only hoped he would reawaken should someone step inside. He had been gone from this plane of existence for far too long. In the here and now, he needed answers. He needed to seek out and fulfill his purpose once again.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2015 20:27:38 GMT -8
Furgan Medical Center - Long Term CCU
Leaning against the wall outside of room 304, nurse Sabatina Begory, a twenty five year old Socorran, taps away on her datapad to finish her charting for her patient in 304 - a young female drowning victim unlikely to ever wake from her coma. After finished with her charting, Sabatina drops the datapad into the left thigh pocket of her scrubs and takes a notepad and pen from another pocket to make a few notes for herself so that when she reports to the day-shift nurse that will be relieving her in an hour's time she has everything she needs in one place. Exchanging the notepad for the datapad once more, Sabatina pulls up the chart for her patient in 306 - a young Jedi Knight that has been with them her in the medical center for longer than anyone anticipated when he was initially brought in, and certainly longer than his injuries indicated he would be - to see if any new orders have been issued or if the results of his labs are back yet. There are no new orders, but the labs are back, and Sabatina is glad to see that it seems like the ventilator associated pneumonia the Jedi Knight had contracted before being weened from the ventilator recently seems to be all but cleared up. Checking her notes, Sabatina sees that his medication pump should have delivered his most recent dose of pain killers not long ago, and that his antibiotic drip will not need to be changed until well into the day-shift.
Pushing off the wall, Sabatina walks to 306 and knocks gently on the door before entering and pulling on a pair of latex gloves after washing her hands as she says quietly, "It's just me again Mr. Shadolen, Sabatina. Having worked in the long term CCU for a year now, Sabatina has had more than one patient awake from their coma and tell her that they remember hearing things being spoken to them before regaining consciousness, and so chatting to her patients is second nature to her. Stepping beside the bed, Sabatina checks the Jedi's color and respiratory pattern first, telling him, It's almost time for me to go home, and Mathania will be taking care of you until I come back tonight. Turning to scroll back through the monitor readings to see if there have been any changes in his usually steady vital signs, Sabatina frowns when she sees that his heart and respiratory rate had gone up for a brief period not long ago. Checking the time of the change, Sabatina sees that it was shortly before his pain meds were administered, and without expecting any answer asks, Were you hurting earlier? Your vitals look alright now, she glances back at the Jedi, and you don't seem to be in any pain. Hmm, she says while taking her notepad out to make herself a note, we'll see if your doctor might want to change your medication schedule, ok?"
Dropping the notepad back into a pocket, Sabatina checks Zane's I.V. site to see how it looks and then says, "It's been almost two hours, so I think I'll turn you before my shift ends, ok Mr. Shadolen? Continuing to describe what she'll be doing, Sabatina repositions Zane gently, checking his skin for any signs that pressure sores might be developing and, when he has been repositioned, asks, How's that feel? Better I'm guessing. I'll let Mathania know to have your PCT change your linens and maybe give you a nice shave with your bath in the morning," Sabatina says as, after completing the rest of her assessment, she starts pulling her gloves off and walking towards the trash can beside his door so she can head outside to do her charting. . .
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Zane Shadolen
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Post by Zane Shadolen on Feb 27, 2015 21:37:09 GMT -8
As if from a dream, Zane thought he heard the door to his room slide open. It was the faintest whisper, and it was followed by a voice that the young Jedi found familiar, for some reason he could not place..."(...) Shadolen, Sabatina." "(...)ania will be taking care of you until I come back tonight. (...)you hurting earlier? Your vitals look alright now, and you don't seem to be in any pain. (...)see if your doctor might want to change your medication schedule, ok?"(...) "It's been almost two hours, so I think I'll turn you before my shift ends, ok Mr. Shadolen? (...)'s that feel? Better I'm guessing. I'll let Mathania know to have your PCT change your linens and maybe give you a nice shave with your bath in the morning," Sabatina says as, after completing the rest of her assessment, she starts pulling her gloves off and walking towards the trash can beside his door so she can head outside to do her charting. . .
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 22:13:20 GMT -8
Furgan Medical Center - Long Term CCU
Pausing as she nears the door and hears the young Jedi moan, Sabatina turns and looks at him and then his monitors; neither of which suggest that the moan was an indication of any significant change in his level of consciousness. To look at the Jedi, he certainly appears as though he remains in his coma; his eyes closed, and his body and face showing no signs of respiratory distress or agitation while the vital signs displayed on the monitor reflect their usual steady rhythms with only a slight elevation in heart rate. Coma patients do occasionally mutter the odd phrase, change their position as Zane has changed his by turning slightly towards the door, or even open their eyes, and Sabatina knows from experience that such instances do not always, or even often, indicate a change in level of consciousness; yet with the Jedi having just received a scheduled dose of pain medication, the murmuring is unexpected enough that she feels it is worth assessing; having spoken with the Jedi healers that have visited Knight Shadolen from Corellia from time to time, Sabatina knows that the usual changes in vital signs that suggest a patient is regaining consciousness might not be present, masked by the fact that Jedi can often exert a greater degree of control over their biorhythms, consciously or unconsciously, when injured so that they can work with the Force to try and help themselves heal.
Walking to Zane's bedside and pulling on another pair of latex gloves, leaving the lights in the room off and speaking softly in case he is regaining consciousness so that he is not overwhelmed or agitated by too quick an increase in stimuli, Sabatina rests one gloved hand on his forehead as she gently places her other hand in his while saying quietly and in a soothing tone, "Knight Shadolen? It's Sabatina, your nurse. You're in the Furgan Medical Center on Umgul, and we're taking care of you. Can you hear me? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand." All but holding her breath so that she will not miss any movement of Zane's hand, however minute, Sabatina watches his face, keeping the monitors at his bedside in her peripheral vision in case they display any changes while he himself is unable to make any voluntary movements as yet.
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Post by Zane Shadolen on Mar 9, 2015 21:44:35 GMT -8
Furgan Medical Center - Long Term CCU
"Kni...olen? It's Sabatina, your nurse. You're in the...gan Medical Center on Umgul, and...re of you. Can you hear me? If yo...me, squeeze my hand."
*A sharp intake of breath. Another. It was becoming more-willful with each passing second. He tried to move his lips again. Form words. His eyes flitted about. He attempted to focus them on the woman standing before him. It was a difficult thing to do.
"...M-...M-...Mas-....ter..." Another wheeze of breath. He'd managed a single word. He had to keep trying. "Mas-s...ter...R-...Rom.....a..."
With the last syllable, he exhaled deeply.*He felt the fire in his tired jaw return. Every effort to move himself was an uphill struggle. Still, he hoped his poorly-formed words were understandable. His lips were still trembling. Likely a nervous reaction to his overstimulated attempt at speech. At the very least, though, his mind was coming out of the fog. He was able to focus himself again. He knew better, now, than to project his will upon another through use of the Force. The woman before him was no combatant, neither was she someone who wished him harm. Instead, he focused inward to calm his own mind.*The effort was not in vain. As his eyes closed, he drew upon the Force. Asking it to calm his nerves and give his body a respite. It was possible that the nurse would recognize the change in his heart rate and breath. His muscles would relax, and he would soon grasp her hand with far more calm and precision than before. One, two solid squeezes. He was slowly becoming restored. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 20:04:30 GMT -8
Furgan Medical Center - Long Term CCU
If the vital signs being displayed on the monitors were not indication enough that the Jedi was coming out of his coma, the facts that he speaks and manages to squeeze her hand twice tell the tale clearly, and Sabatina feels a rush of excitement push her tiredness and exhaustion back just a little bit, her thoughts turning from what she will do when her shift ends to what actions she needs to take now that her patient is rousing from his coma. Overstimulation is a hazard for any patient coming out of a coma, and so Sabatina keeps her voice calm and soothing as she gently squeezes his hand and says, "That's very good Knight Shadolen. Just try and relax now, she instructs him calmly, knowing that even the smallest of physical efforts can often exhaust a patient that has come out of a coma. In a reassuring tone, Sabatina says, I will make sure that Master Roma is contacted," even though the name is not immediately familiar to her. Her charge nurse will be able to handle contacting the Jedi, most likely one from the Corellian academy given what Sabatina knows about Knight Shadolen's chart; the Jedi from the academy have sent healers and other Jedi to be at Zane's bedside often, so someone may even be on Umgul at the moment even if Master Roma is not.
Not wanting to leave the Jedi alone in case he does rouse more fully, Sabatina takes her datapad from a pocket as she says soothingly, "I'm right here Knight Shadolen, and then sends a quick request to her charge nurse to contact Master Roma if possible after informing him of the change in the Jedi's condition as she goes on, Don't try and exert yourself too much. You've just been given your pain medication, so you may feel sleepy. Deciding there is no harm in doing a quick assessment of whether or not his pain medication will keep him from coming around more fully, Sabatina asks, Is there anything you need right now? Just try and squeeze my hand once if you do need something but are too tired to speak any more."
The charge nurse on duty, a male Zabrak, downs the dregs of a cup of caf after reading the message from Sabatina, and then brings up Knight Shadolen's chart to see if the medical center has any contact information for a Master Roma, quickly learning that they do indeed have a holonet address and com-frequency. Given the late hour and fact that the Jedi Knight may not maintain consciousness for much longer, the Zabrak elects to send a holonet message to Master Roma informing her of the change in Knight Shadolen's condition instead of comming her directly. After sending the message to Master Roma, the Zabrak sends a message to the physician overseeing Knight Shadolen's care to let her know about the change in her patient's condition in case she wants to make any changes to her orders before seeing him when she next makes her rounds.
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