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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 18:51:39 GMT -8
Umgul City - Streets
Nazani doesn't know whether she wants to laugh or maybe just cry as she follows the interactions between the beings she's been stuck with. Vos and Aninh both remind her of HRDs, their economy of words and lack of discernible emotions almost making her think that some of the HRDs she's come across actually showed more emotional range than the two of them combined. If not for the Grandmaster, who at least seems to try and make an effort to not appear remote and has even displayed some emotion on occasion, Nazani would probably have to get her partner to meet them at the morgue just so she had some reminder that she's actually there and not having a nightmare about being surrounded by HRDs. Nodding when the Grandmaster says that she doesn't need to bother her chief, Nazani smiles sincerely and says, "Great, then gives Vos a thumbs up when she changes Vyridian's estimate of an hour to thirty minutes, repeating, Great," and trying not to laugh when she notices the Grandmaster displaying more evidence that he is flesh and blood, his appreciation of the forensic technician's aesthetic qualities readily apparent even though he is relatively subtle about it.
No one seems interested in talking much during the ride to the morgue, not surprising Nazani in the least given the hour and, even though they have made some progress, lack of a lead that cannot wait to followed up on to get some adrenaline flowing. When they arrive at the morgue Nazani leads the way since she is pretty sure she is the only one that knows it, explaining, "Dr. Claus is the coroner. I've worked with him before, and he's as good as they come. He doesn't miss much, and he's one of those knows a lot about a bunch of esoteric things after working in the field for so long types. You two'll love him, she tells Vos and Aninh with a grin, explaining, he does all the talking, you can both just stand back and, she waves a hand around searchingly before settling on an inoffensive way to end that sentence, do your thing."
Umgul City - Morgue
Opening the doors leading into Dr. Claus' realm, Nazani looks around for him as she calls out, "Yo, Nic! It's me and my new wacky Jedi and Ranger pals. Please tell me you have a pot of stimcaf brewing somewhere."
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Nov 26, 2014 3:13:50 GMT -8
Upon getting confirmation from Mace that she was on the matter of taking care of that census and passengers’ manifest, Atlantis inclined his head as thanks, even though he was sure that she had heard his thanks in his mind and then he looked at Nazani with a warm smile to return her sincere smile.
“Don’t mention it.” Atlantis said with reassurance, after all if he could help to speed things up a little, he would do it. He would even take all of the consequences that went along with it. That much was a given. Right now though, he preferred to keep to his own because he was exhausted, keeping a connection to the Force for that long was taxing therefore he was glad that while they were on their way to the speeder but also the morgue, it was just silence, a way for him to think about most of their findings and a way for him to gather his thoughts.
When the Detective gave him and the others some information about the coroner, Atlantis turned his attention in her direction to listen to her attentively. “Esoteric things?” He asked dubiously before smirking at the thought, he guessed that it was a good way to put it, considering with the matter they were investigating but for Atlantis it was, lightsaber, the Force, bad person doing bad things to bad people… Okay maybe that wasn’t so bad, not when to him everything wasn’t black and white but with his brother’s name being spoken or even his… It was already that bad.
When the Detective went on to say that Dr. Claus did most of the talking and the two other women could just stand back, ergo not even say a thing, Atlantis could not help but to grimace at what the Detective had just said. He had no idea how Madieke would really take that statement, or even how Mace would take it, but either way, Atlantis was really hoping that it wouldn’t get as far as a verbal banter he supposed…
Before even stepping inside of the City morgue, Atlantis could not help but to gently tug the Detective aside and look at her with a prominent worried expression. “Don’t antagonize them…” Atlantis murmured softly before adding on. “I know that this must be difficult for you, but know that it is also difficult for them, they aren’t use to working with a lot of people at the same time, but they are great allies and who knows maybe in the future you can ask them for a favor, think about it, Detective…”
Atlantis left it at that, and looked at the Detective with a warm smile to make her think about what he had just said. He also could understand that this had been a long day and even a long evening for the Detective but considering that he knew Mace better than anyone… Well actually he didn’t want to think about it so…
Umgul City — Morgue
Atlantis made his way into the morgue with the rest and saw the coroner, inclining his head respectfully before smiling. Atlantis just took that joke about him being wacky, actually it could be accurate when it came to him, he could be wacky indeed but he covered his amused smile by covering his lips with his hand while scratching his nose.
“Good evening, Dr. Claus.” Atlantis greeted before furrowing his eyebrows because he clearly had lost track of time. “Or good morning, anyways, I am Atlantis Vyridian, that over here is Councilor Mace Jhiera Vos, and here SEO Madieke Aninh.” He did the introductions, because after all, he was pretty sure that they would want to be referred as their names or functions and not ‘wacky’ but that was beside the point, the point right now was.
“What are your current findings from the corpses?”
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Post by Mace Jhiera Vos on Nov 26, 2014 5:56:52 GMT -8
Mace had acknowledged Nazani’s thumbs up with a slight nod, but as far as facial expression went, absolutely nothing, no smile, no emotions but just that placid stare that could say anything, just about anything currently. Really though right now, she was just exhausted but she never showed it at least and she figured that she could rest when this matter did not progress further after their visit to the morgue. . .
Even in the airspeeder, Mace had a faraway look. She had been thinking about several things, on who would go through all of these lengths to antagonize Andros? There were several possibilities, and several things that they had to look into, but fact remained that not a lot of people knew that Andros was a darksider too. . .
She really was trying to remember the times Andros had several outbursts, and even though he had managed to abort them all by himself, those outburst still occurred no matter what. But she couldn’t quite concentrate because someone was being a chatterbox and that broke off her concentration. Mace turned her attention onto the Detective and continued to look at Nazani with that impassive expression despite that attempt, Nazani’s attempt to cause a dent in her demeanor, maybe?
Who knew and honestly right now, Mace had better things to do that to either listen to her speak or even potentially hear her internal monologue. Which thankfully she no longer was, nor was she still hearing Atlantis’ thoughts because she refused to get into that so she could think for herself without the constant chatter that her innate ability always provoked for her. Thankfully they had arrived, so Mace stepped out of the airspeeder and still remained silent throughout their walk towards the morgue.
Umgul City — Morgue
Looking around briefly until she noticed that there was that man, whose name was Nic Claus from what Nazani said in the airspeeder and had said just now before her personal hunt for some caf, Mace looked at the coroner after her name had been spoken and she greeted him back with a single word. “Doctor.”
It stopped there, for now she had no request, nothing whatsoever and she only wanted to find out what the coroner had found insofar. Maybe in a few moments she’d have to handle the bodies herself, or just touch them to find out more information. . .
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 6:48:29 GMT -8
The human male that emerges from an office set off from the main area of the morgue is tall and hefty without crossing into obesity, his long snow white hair and beard both neatly trimmed. Of an indeterminate age, the robust Dr. Nic Claus could be anywhere between fifty and seventy, though few know his actual age. Wearing a casual red shirt with a tropical flower pattern beneath his white lab coat, a pair of bifocals sitting at the end of his nose, Nic greets Nazani with a jolly, "Good morning my dear detective! I have a freshly brewed pot of stimcaf in my office. Including everyone in the offer, the coroner says, Please, help yourselves."
"Morning is more accurate in this case Grandmaster, Nic tells Atlantis with a warm smile. Nodding to Madieke and Mace in turn, the coroner says, Councilor. SEO. After Atlantis has asked what his current findings are, Nic takes a datapad equipped with a holoprojector from the pocket of his lab coat and says, I have learned a good deal about your quarry from the wounds on the victims. The holoprojector making it easier to display his findings without taking out all of the bodies, Nic delivers his findings in an easy to follow, yet very precise fashion, beginning by saying, Your killer is left handed, and most likely a Makashi user. Bringing up a series of images that show close ups of wounds on the victims, Nic continues, I base those conclusions on the angles of the strikes relative to the positions of the bodies when found, and on the fact that the preponderance of the strikes, all of which were killing blows incidentally, were very precise Shiaks, or in two instances Sai Chas."
Bringing up the image of the bruise on Sike's chest, more visible with the Bothan's fur shaved, NIc says, "This is the most interesting, and possibly helpful, thing I found. Sike was killed with a Shiak to the heart, and the killer delivered the blow deeply and with enough force that the hilt of their lightsaber left an impression on the skin. The bruise is not fully formed of course, the blood flow to the heart arrested once the organ was pierced, but it is still informative. Bringing up a close up of the wound that has an image of the Bothan's chest from the side to make it easier to see an indentation in the skin around the circular entry wound, Nic says, The pattern, as you can see, is not one that a standard lightsaber would make. It is larger in diameter, for one, and left that cup-like indentation. A standard lightsaber would leave no such indentation, or if equipped with a blade emitter shroud would have pierced the skin alongside the wound. I believe your killer has some form of a bell or knuckle guard at the end of their hilt, much like those found on a traditional cutlass or rapier. Lightsaber design among Jedi and Sith alike tends to follow a more standard design, the fact a lightsaber can cut through most materials making the addition of a hand or knuckle guard of any kind irrelevant, so I would not be surprised if the killer used cortosis in crafting their hilt."
Powering the holoprojector off, Nic returns it to his pocket as he says, "I found no additional trace evidence on any of the victims, but I did take the liberty of consulting with an associate that has contacts among craftsmen and artisans in the Mid Rim and elsewhere that are capable of producing lightsabers. None of the artisans have produced a hilt with a knuckle or hand guard in quite some time, so I believe it is highly likely that your killer constructed their own hilt. I would be able to definitively match the wound pattern with the hilt that made it, provided the weapon is found, Nic says confidently. One last thing, the coroner concludes, though I am not sure how useful it is, is that based on the depth of the tissue burn produced by the wounds, the lightsaber's crystal is a synthetic one, not natural."
Giving everyone time to absorb what he has explained, and to come up with any questions they might have, Nic rests his hands on his belly and stops talking so they can do so without distraction.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 20:13:01 GMT -8
Umgul City - Morgue
Nazani grins when Atlantis repeats the word esoteric, not sure he's just impressed that she knows how to use it or if he doesn't know what it means, and nods, "Yeah. As in he knows all kinds of weird little facts about all kinds of different things. How to determine TOD from insect activity, who won the smashball championship match eighteen years ago, what a head wound made with a hydrospanner will look like, how to repair a light corvette, that kind of thing. Waving a hand, guessing her comment will probably make more sense after they meet the city's coroner, Nazani says, You'll see."
Nazani looks mildly perplexed when Atlantis pulls her aside and asks her not to antagonize the other women, having thought she was far less bitchy than she could have been. Able to see how her comment might have been taken negatively rather than jokingly as intended, Nazani nods and smiles as she rubs the back of her neck and says, "I'm just bitchy if I don't get enough sleep or don't have enough caffeine in my system. I'll try and keep from running my mouth without thinking in future. Thanks," she tells him, supposing it won't hurt her to try and refrain from her usual snarky banter around people that aren't used to it.
"Doc! Nazani greets the coroner warmly, then, when told there is caf, tells him, You're my hero doc. Returning with a steaming cup of caf in time for Nic's presentation, Nazani listens carefully to the details of his autopsy findings, impressed as always with the man's work. The details on the killer's weapon will be useful if it comes to making a case that could win a trial, but Nazani has a feeling that the likelihood of the investigation ending with the killer in custody are slim; though the weapon's description could still prove useful. The bits about lightsaber forms and marks of contact go over her head, but she feels sure that the Jedi will be able to make something of Nic's analysis, and can probably build on the profile of the killer with those details as well. So, we start looking for suspects that have mechanical or technology backgrounds? Nazani asks the others, guessing that the ability to build a lightsaber requires a fair amount of expertise. Since no one has really been offering their opinions without prompting, the curvy Lorrdian asks the two Jedi, Is there anything you tell about the killer based on their lightsaber fighting style?"
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Nov 27, 2014 2:42:17 GMT -8
Umgul City — Morgue
Atlantis had inclined his head when Nazani told him thanks, and he was grateful for her reassurances. He also understood that it was just the way she was, how she had been talking to Madieke and Mace, but still it did not hurt to warn her about the little tidbit. Everyone was in a complicated situation where, usually the Jedi dealt with sensitives, and the local enforcement dealt with every other crime, but this situation was unique. It might not have been the single one or the last, so Atlantis was trying to just make every institutions currently present work peacefully somehow…
Now when Atlantis came face to face with the coroner, the man reminded him of someone but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe it was that fictional character that kids dreamt about during an important event, or maybe it was a lumberjack, Atlantis did not know and right now he wasn’t even going to think if it was Christmas or someone dealing with woods.
For now though, Atlantis denied the offer for coffee with a wave of his hand and a warm smile before listening to the Doctor’s current findings. He definitely understood what Nazani had told him earlier about Nic Claus really knowing his deal and indeed the precision of his assessments about the wounds, the lightsaber form used to kill those people, even which hand was used. Everything Nic said was just flawless.
Makashi user, huh? Clearly that was none of them, no one in the Mist Order used Form II, even though a long time ago, Atlantis’ late uncle suggested that he should learn Makashi. But as far as Atlantis was concerned, they were more or less practitioners of Soresu, Ataru, Shien/ Djem So, even Jar’Kai and Vaapad… and also they were all right handed, that was a fact except Andros who was left handed but he knew that Andros preferred an aggressive and straight to the point approach to dueling
When Nic mentioned the Shiaks and the Sai Chas, Atlantis could not help but to glance at Mace, especially for that second type of kill. She was the only one he knew up to this day who had performed several Sai Chas in the past and even recently here in Umgul, but she only did that against the most dangerous of foes, although the fact that Mace’s signature kill had been mentioned just automatically made him raise his hand to his neck and rub it as he gulped slightly. He couldn’t get too much into that though when he saw the next picture with the indentation of the weapon on the Bothan’s skin and he furrowed his eyebrows because that indeed wasn’t left by a standard lightsaber hilt but a customized one…
Atlantis was thoughtful for a long moment to the point that he wasn’t even speaking at all, he did not even feel his comlink vibrating because he was too concentrated but when Nic stopped talking and when Nazani asked a few questions, he looked at those that weren’t attuned to the Force.
“Based on the pictures provided by Dr. Claus,” Atlantis began to say. “And also his assessments, the precision of the killing blow… I’d say that we are facing someone with a lot of patience and who is calculating. The use of Form II, or Makashi requires to be calculated, focused and expert timing.”
Shaking his head when Nazani says that they should potentially check out someone with mechanical or technological background, Atlantis rubbed his forehead for a moment and looked back at Nic with a knowing expression. “Not necessarily no, based on what the Doc said, more like someone who might have an inclination for fencing considering the indentation of the weapon on the Bothan’s chest.”
He was about to add something else, like asking Mace if she had received the data that she had requested earlier but this time he felt his comlink vibrate in his pocket and he brought it out seeing that Elika had tried to contact him. His eyes popped wide open as he started to think that maybe something had happened, so without really thinking about it, he pressed a button on his comlink to listen to that voice mail without keeping it private of course…
Ryyyyaaaaaaannnnnnnn I giggle and clear my throat to at least sound serious. Gorgeous wants to meet you, but you have already met, so she wants to get to know you and whatever she says, do not believe a word that she is saying, I do not have a medical emergency in my pants! Your sister does, At this point forward, Kayne is probably throwing a murderous glare at me or even maybe trying to grab the comlink but I keep talking, Wait, wait, wait! Oh stop it baby girl! Anyways, drag your sister's Lover Boy here too because okay, she and I both have an emergency right noow. MUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
When the message ended, Atlantis was torn between laughing and keeping his serious considering the setting he was in, but he could not help to let out a faint suppressed laughter before he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. Yeah, he just got drunk commed by the Attorney General of Umgul, thankfully though there were no names spoken but just Ryan’s and those nicknames so he was sure that only Mace would get who was who.
“Right… I, uh, am sorry about that.” Atlantis said as he managed to regain his focus and he cleared his throat looking at Mace this time as if asking her to slap him right now or even pull him out of that situation but he finally said. “You got the requested data about the census and the manifests, yet?”
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Post by Mace Jhiera Vos on Nov 27, 2014 6:01:39 GMT -8
Mace didn’t necessarily need coffee right now, considering that she preferred to reach that point of exhaustion and she still had enough energy to spare. So she slightly shook her head when she was offered some and just listened attentively to what the coroner had to say and his findings from the corpses. He really did cover everything which was a good perspective for her right now, which meant that she didn’t need to exert herself in the Force once more to get a reading from those bodies. . .
Makashi user, and precise Shiaks and Sai Chas. . . Mace noticed Atlantis’ brief glance in her direction, like she had noticed from the corner of his eyes that he was rubbing his neck. She did not need to read his mind to know automatically what he was thinking. But when it came to the hilt’s made, Mace looked at the bruise left on the victim’s skin. . . That was definitely odd and indeed that looked like someone who was into actual swordplay whichever that may be, had committed those crimes.
“It had to be a fencer. . .” Said Mace as she gritted her teeth thoughtfully. “A Force user who did not harvest its own crystal to for the lightsaber. . .” Either it was bought, or the weapon was brought with them, now Mace wondered how those weapons passed through immigration. Before she could carry on with her thoughts, Mace heard her datapad signal her that she had received a new message.
Upon consulting that said message, she saw that it was from the Deputy Director and the content of the message was encrypted along with the files that she had requested. Before asking something to the Detective or even the Ranger, Mace turned to look at Atlantis with an arched eyebrow as she clearly heard loud and clear that message that was playing, along with the background music in that said voice mail.
“You should probably let Ryan know, lest you do want to get into trouble with her or them, whichever. . .” Said Mace nonchalantly before shrugging. His call, his decision and she did not even go into the whole Crystal probably wanted him too, because that was his decision but knowing Atlantis, he might stay and see if he could pull away sooner or later, to go to the lakehouse.
When the Grandmaster asked if she had received the data, Mace gestured to her datapad and inclined her head slightly. “Although I will need a dataterminal to hook this up and transfer it to whoever needs it.” Now that she had said her part, she glanced at Madieke and Nazani dubiously because they were in fact the ones that had requested it to begin with. . .
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 8:00:48 GMT -8
Bouncing. Penchant. Roundabout.
Madieke almost but not quite smiles when Pakchoain makes a jab at her and Vos when praising the coroner, having already noticed that the detective is the talkative type and probably used to processing information by bouncing it off her partner or others. The investigation is still in the information collection stage as far as she is concerned, and Madieke is accustomed to having as many facts as possible before she begins trying to formulate conclusions based on what is known. There will be a time for bouncing ideas around and off of one another, but now is not that time in her opinion.
Claus lives up to Pakchoain's high praise, his observations keen and his conclusions logical. The killer's choice of lightsaber form, if it reflects their personality to the degree Madieke has found it often does, will help forming a psychological profile. Listening to Atlantis answer Pakchoian's question about what can be assumed based on the fact the killer is a Makashi user, Madieke finds no flaws in his assessment, agreeing based on everything they have seen and learned during the evening that the killer is patient and methodical, and will therefore most likely prove difficult to find. The killer, if they are a permanent resident of Umgul and not someone that had been brought in from offworld, will probably have anticipated coming to the attention of anyone investigating the crime, and will probably have an alibi and be prepared to provide perfectly believable explanations for the reasons they came to the attention of the investigators. Makashi, from what Madieke understands of the form, is not unlike fencing or dueling, so she isn't sure that Atlantis's hypothesis about the killer having an inclination for fencing is correct even though she can see how he arrived at it. Most Sith use synthetic crystals when constructing their lightsabers, Jedi being the ones that typically harvest their own, and so Madieke isn't convinced that Vos's conclusion is any more sound than Atlantis's had been, but the fact both of the Jedi arrived at the same conclusion from different angles makes her think that the possibility the killer has a penchant for or a background including knowledge of or training in fencing is worth exploring. Pakchoian's idea about the killer with a background that would give them the skills needed to construct a lightsaber is worth considering as well, since not just anyone could build such a weapon. Madieke can think of one other possibility that would explain the killer's choice of lightsaber form and their acquisition of the skill needed to construct a lightsaber, and so she asks Atlantis and Vos, "Would the Jedi have a record of anyone that failed out of or voluntarily left an academy?" Most learners are taught Makashi, which is one of the earlier forms that later ones build on, and Jedi are taught how to construct a lightsaber as a part of their training.
Looking over at Atlantis after he listens to a comm message that sounds like it was meant for someone else, Madieke almost but not quite smiles as, not commenting directly on the message since it is neither the time nor the place, she says, "Think we'll call it a night soon, to tell him in a roundabout way that if the message is something he needs to deal with as Vos suggested, he should be able to do so before too long. They are all bound to be tired, and rest will help them to better put together what they have learned than trying to do so without sleep would allow. Looking over at Claus, Madieke tells him, Thank you doctor, you've been extremely helpful. Turning her attention to Vos after taking her datapad from a pocket of her trench coat, she holds it out to the woman and offers, You can use mine. Pakchoian and her partner will need the information as well, so she says, Pakchoian and I can get it to our partners, and then adds a, Thanks for getting it so quickly."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 20:25:44 GMT -8
Umgul City - Morgue
Nazani focuses on her stimcaf when Grandmaster Vyridian gets a comm message and mistakenly puts it on speaker, hiding her amused smile by taking a sip. While the Grandmaster seemed to recognize the frequency, the message was clearly for someone else, Councilor Vos' comment implying that the someone else is someone the Grandmaster knows. As interesting as the brief glimpse into the Grandmaster's private life is, Nazani lets it slip from her mind and instead focuses on what the others spitball when the doc finishes presenting his findings. The fencing angle seems to be the big winner, the killer's weapon apparently one that suggests to the Jedi that they are an aficionado or practitioner of the sport; the latter of which could prove useful if true if the killer has some kind of traceable history that includes the sport, while if it is only the former it could be difficult to track. "I'll have Nemes see about contacting any local fencing clubs or whatever, see if they have any female students matching the description we've got so far. There can't be that many places they still teach fencing I'm guessing. Universities too maybe. Nodding when Aninh tells Councilor Vos to include her in the copies of the information from the spaceport and census, she tells both, Thanks. Aninh's idea about checking with the Jedi about failed students or dropouts is a good one, their killer obviously having received some kind of training. I'm guessing that Sith academies wouldn't be as willing to cooperate with our investigation?" Nazani only half jokingly asks, Umgul's stance on accepting Force users of any stripe meaning that it's possible either the Jedi or Umgul's government have a relationship with one or more Sith academies; which is a question only the Jedi might be able answer, and one they might not publicly acknowledge even if they could for PR reasons.
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Nov 28, 2014 3:18:12 GMT -8
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Atlantis was told a long time ago that a hilt was made to be one’s belonging. It was made to adapt to the person who would use it. He also had been taught that no matter what, he had to be comfortable whenever he was handling his own lightsaber hilt… Sure he could use Mace’s, Andros’ or even Franz’s lightsaber if and when it was necessary but those hilts much like the overall lightsaber wasn’t his. The indentation on the Bothan’s skin, and the fact that it had that cup like indentation and the fact that the assailant was skilled in Makashi, who really could handle a saber that way, just perfectly, with the added extra weight from that said cup apparently perhaps made from cortosis. Atlantis knew what cortosis made to a lightsaber, it would short out temporarily the blade, he used to have his hilt made from cortosis a long time ago, but that extra weight always bothered him somehow…
The rarity of that said metal made him really think that whoever had that crafted that hilt thought about potentially being disarmed or anything else, but right now, the only guess he had was a fencer and besides, that often was the case in fencing, right? People used cutlass or rapier whenever they were training or in a duel, but the fact that the perp applied that to his or hers current weapon of choice, it was just peculiar. He knew from experience, he wouldn’t be comfortable with that kind of hilt, not the way he used his own saber, the fact that he often changed the directionality of his hands postures…
Atlantis guessed he could think about that further and later on, for now he just looked at the coroner with a warm smile before inclining his head. “Thanks doc, for the elements you have provided.” Atlantis said gratefully, he knew that he would have to meditate on all of that but that could wait, right now he was more concerned with the data, if Mace had gotten them from the Deputy Director, which was the case, so he inclined his head with a grin.
Now he only had to think about the questions from Nazani and Madieke but also think about the Attorney General’s message. Not to mention that he would have to contact his own girlfriend too, to let her know that he was fine, somehow he was worried about her being worried about him. She was the kind after all.
Remembering Madieke’s question, Atlantis looked at her and quite factually, he had no idea if she was being literal saying the Jedi, as in the Jedi Order, or if she was meaning the Order on this planet. “Here yes, we do have a record, but for the others, I have no idea.” Atlantis admitted but fact remained, the Mist Order had insofar no drop outs, at least for now. “Although the Mist Order has no records of anyone that failed out or voluntarily left the academy, after for the other academies, I will have to ask Corellia, Felucia, Coruscant, Honoghr…” That perspective did not really appealed to him, sure he might have some contacts here and there but considering his decision a while ago, he preferred to stay out of the Jedi Order’s radar for the time being until he squared a few internal things.
Atlantis looked at Nazani when she mentioned Sith academies, that caused him to raise his eyebrow before shaking his head. “No, the Sith and ourselves wouldn’t exactly start with a talk and exchanging tidbits about who dropped out and who didn’t.” Sure the government was neutral but the Mist Order was far from being neutral although they were indeed called if someone was wreaking havoc but that was a story for another time. Otherwise under the government’s order, the Mist Order was not to engage a darksider if and when they did not have any belligerent intentions.
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Post by Mace Jhiera Vos on Nov 28, 2014 6:39:31 GMT -8
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Whatever the questions the others might have had, Mace knew that the Grandmaster could fill them all in. As far as she was concerned currently, she had nothing further to say and nothing further to add. . .
Mace looked in the direction of the Ranger and inclined her head before getting a hold of the datapad and just began to transfer the census records and the passengers’ manifest exclusively, although she knew that the Intelligence Department of the Mist Government had always placed its watermark on it, always a trail to follow, that did not bother Mace the slightest.
“The files are encrypted, but I am sure that your slicer will be able to get through the encryption.” Said Mace without a doubt, after all, if Nuala had managed to go over the biometrics of the Mist Government’s building, then this not so tough encryption would be a stroll in the park for the other Ranger. . . .
Mace handed the datapad back to Madieke when the transfer was done and she checked her own datapad, completely erasing that message for Horsea after storing the files on the local hardrive of her datapad. . .
“One last thing, doctor Claus,” Began to say Mace thoughtfully as she glanced at the coroner before pointing at that indentation on the Bothan’s chest. “Could I have a copy of that, please on a flimsy.” She had in mind to recreate the shape at least those that were noticeable and just memorize that indentation completely.
“Thank you, doctor.”
Retaining what Atlantis had said thus far, she wouldn’t blame him if he was in fact reluctant to asking a few things to the other academies around the galaxy, but that was his choice, and she knew that if asked he would do it, no questions asked.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 7:17:12 GMT -8
Nic listens interestedly to the discussion among the investigators that follows his summary of the findings from the autopsies, always eager to learn more about the cases his work helps solve. Nodding when thanked by the investigators, Nic smiles as he says, "It is always a pleasure to help. When Mace asks for a copy of the images of the wounds on the Bothan's chest, he tells her, Of course. One moment please."
After stepping into his office to print out a copy of the images on flimsy, Nic returns, sliding the flimsies into a file folder which he holds out to Mace, "There you are. Putting his hands into the pockets of his lab coat, Nic tells the group, I will send a copy of my formal reports to Detective Pakchoain later this morning so you all have it for reference if needed. Frowning pensively, Nic says, While I hope for obvious reasons not to see you all here again, something tells me that your killer is not finished with whatever these murders were a part of. Shaking his head as his more oftenly seen smile returns, Nic says, Then again, perhaps you all can stop them before they are able to carry out their plans. Looking from Nazani to Madieke, he tells them, Good luck to you all, and then looks from Mace to Atlantis as he says, and may the Force be with you."
Waking before Lyov even though he is an early riser and she rarely wakes before him, Helaine pulls on a robe and walks to the first floor kitchen. After telling one of their droids what to prepare her for breakfast, Helaine takes her datapad out onto the deck and uses it to check the holonet for news of her evening's play. The nature of her play means that the skill involved in it's execution can be recognized only by herself and her Master on those rare occasions he sees fit to dole out praise, and Helaine must often content herself with the thrill that reading about her exploits can provide despite the fact what is reported is so seldom a full accounting. Only mildly disappointed that the Vice Governor's name is not mentioned, Helaine surfs other holonet articles on holovid stars, fashion, and other random topics to make her holonet history appear more in character for the role she plays on the off chance she comes under a degree of scrutiny intense enough such things would be checked as she tries to anticipate what those investigating her play will do. Unlike some killers that find it amusing to insert themselves into investigations of their crimes, Helaine finds no satisfaction in such games, but knew when making plans with Lyov and plans of her own that their current endeavor would inevitably bring them under investigation at some point given the unfortunate fact of Lyov's celebrity as a youth and it's ties to the fencing world. On the whole, Helaine is not overly concerned about an investigation. What physical evidence there was that might have linked her to Sike's death has been destroyed, the clothing she wore reduced to ash that has been scattered to the winds, and her lightsaber hilt is hidden carefully away. Confident in her ability to skillfully play the role she has played for so long, a role that often leads others to believe she is harmless, Helaine has little doubt she can emerge from any investigation with her true nature undiscovered. Lyov will undoubtedly escape as well, though Helaine has found herself increasingly thinking of ways to make it difficult or impossible for him to do so. She has learned all she can from him, Helaine feels, and has grown tired of waiting for his plans to come to fruition just as she tires of being his pawn.
After finishing her breakfast, Helaine bathes and dresses before leaving to meet with the florists that will provide what she and Lyov will need for the next stage of their shared plans, as well as what she needs for those that are hers alone. Arriving at The Enchanted Florist early enough that she anticipates there will be few, if any, true customers that might distract those she has come to meet, Helaine enters the shop, finding the twins and their pet as the information she tore from Sike's mind told her she would. Walking to the counter, Helaine smiles as she prepares to recite, in her childish and breathy voice, the silly little code she knows will signal to the twins that her business with them is of the kind not advertised on their front door, "Good morning! I do so hope you can help me. I'm looking for a particular flower, and I was told if anyone would have it, it would be this store. Frowning, she speaks the required phrases in the same tone as before, but with a coldness now replacing the cheery innocence usually found in her eyes, I don't know the name of the flower, but I can describe it for you. It's the most beautiful yellow color, and has the most lovely curved horn shape."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 21:14:53 GMT -8
Umgul City - Morgue
Nazani nods when the Grandmaster confirms her suspicion that Sith academies would not be likely to provide them with any assistance, the idea having been a long shot in the first place, "If we're lucky, the Jedi academies might have a record of a student matching our suspect, she says, her tone indicating that she considers that panning out a long shot as well and is simply covering all of the bases. Rubbing her forehead tiredly, the curvy Lorrdian says, Hopefully the records from the census or the starport will give us some leads to follow up on tomorrow. Gathering that they will be calling it a night, or more accurately a morning, Nazani looks at the Jedi Grandmaster and Councilor as she suggests, Why don't we drop you off at the academy, meet at the precinct later in the afternoon after we've all had a chance to digest everything and get some sleep? Remembering that Aninh is technically in charge, Nazani looks at her and asks, Or did you have another plan?"
Umgul City - The Enchanted Florist
The florist's shop is not particularly busy when Helaine arrives, only two other customers inside along with the twins, Erlinghur and his sister Svana, and the large feline. Erlinghur is arranging a large bouquet of Ithorian roses for a human male in his mid-twenties while his sister runs the credit card of a female Ugnaught that has purchased an arrangement of rare Tarisian roses, the large cat laying docilely beside the counter where sales are completed. The shop smells, naturally, of flowers; a heady mix of scents greeting those that enter, and it has been carefully decorated to appear like a large indoor garden, complete with a small pond, fountains, and several tastefully chosen decorative statues. Faint, delicate instrumental music plays over the sounds of the gentle splashing of the fountains.
Svana, her short blonde hair combed neatly to the side, finishes with her customer first, the cat lazily swishing its tail as Helaine approaches the counter, artfully designed to appear like a moss covered rock wall that fits the section of the shop it is located in seamlessly. "Good morning, Svana echoes in a calm, cultivated tone with the barest hint of warmth when the Zeltron greets her. When the Zeltron speaks the words that are known only to a select few, and used to announce the intention to pursue those matters that the shop serves as front for, Svana does not appear surprised, her large eyes, one green and one blue, merely remaining on those of Helaine as she says in the same tone as before, The coma-bloom is extinct. It's beauty lost to all when Lord Veruna bombed the Hunter's Moon. Gesturing to a section of the shop located through a passageway designed to look like a small cave, Svana says, We have many other flowers that you may find as beautiful available, and can order any that we do not have in stock. If you will come with me please?"
Putting a hand in the pocket of the light, tan suit coat she wears over a cream colored blouse, Svana does not wait for the Zeltron to answer as, clearly expecting the woman to follow her, she turns and walks through the cave like doorway, the large cat rising and padding at her side. The room beyond the entrance is a medium-sized ornamental floral garden, the sounds of falling water more pronounced as an indoor waterfall dominates one of the walls, crashing into a pool set into the floor. Two benches sit before a fountain with a statue of Miywondl, the Gwurran wind god, in the center of the pool surrounding it. Opening her suit jacket and sitting casually on the bench nearest the fountain, Svana adjusts one of her suspenders as the cat curls up at her feet, patting the bench beside her if and when Helaine follows to invite her to sit close enough that they will be able to converse over the sounds filling the room.
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Nov 29, 2014 3:17:13 GMT -8
Umgul City — Morgue
Although it was indeed worth a shot to contact each academies he had listed and knew of, Atlantis wasn’t necessarily convinced that someone from those academies might have committed the crimes here in Umgul. “I’ll see what I can do about the list,” Atlantis began to say but one thing remained. “But I wouldn’t hold my breath about finding your assailant on that list, the use of a synthetic crystal is not something someone that might have learned in a Jedi academy would have done…” Although she did have a point, what if the person had left before even harvesting their own crystal lightsaber? There was a thin chance at that, but no lightsaber would have paraded around so to speak without a weapon that was their life so to speak.
Atlantis rubbed his face and took a deep breath before deciding on the spot and letting everyone know. “I’ll see what I can do to procure that list, perhaps.” Not really a perspective that he was looking forward to, even though he had no qualms about it, oh right yes, he had to add Yavin IV to that list.
Well then, Coruscant, Corellia, Honoghr, Felucia and Yavin IV…
Atlantis inclined his head at the suggestion made that they should reconvene again in the afternoon about this matter that was investigated. Maybe they would indeed have more luck, although he wasn’t holding his breath at that currently. Though he was curious as to why Mace had requested a copy of that indentation on the Bothan’s skin, but he figured that she had her own reasons, she always did and he never questioned it.
He looked at the Detective with a grateful smile and shook his head. “That won’t be necessary, I’d rather walk and besides there is something else that I first have to deal with.” Not only did he have to warn Ryan about that comm he had received, but Atlantis was not going to go back at the academy at all, for the simple reasons that he would be headed to the lakehouse and also, walking for him allowed him to think further and just straighten out his thoughts.
He smiled when Dr. Claus added a few words, which caused Atlantis to smile and incline his head. “You may be right about that, Doc.” Something told Atlantis too that this might only be the tip of the iceberg and he really wasn’t looking forward to the future days to come but alas, there was so much he could do currently before falling due to exhaustion. “Thanks again, doctor Claus, until next time.”
Atlantis turned around and walked out of the area where they currently were before taking a deep breath. He definitely needed to rest, but he also needed to see a particular someone who knowing her might have been worried especially when he had exerted himself earlier. He waited for the others, and he knew, somehow he knew that Mace would be doing whatever she felt compelled to do, but again he never questioned her at all. As for the two other women, he had no precise idea, maybe some rest too, or getting those data decrypted. Who knew?
But for now, Atlantis wasn’t just about to leave so he waited for the three women…
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Post by Mace Jhiera Vos on Nov 29, 2014 5:53:38 GMT -8
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“Thank you, Doctor.” Said Mace gratefully even though her features remained unchanged, and she got a hold of that folder holding onto it securely before listening attentively to his following words. That made sense, the Detective would of course have all of the reports and Mace figured that later on during the day when all of them had gotten some rest would meet up again.
Mace was also hoping that she wouldn’t have to return to this place for obvious reasons of course but then again, just like the coroner, maybe indeed they would find themselves here sooner or later. For now though she guessed it was a farewell and she inclined her head this time with a faint smile when the doctor spoke those words to her and Atlantis.
She understood that Nazani wasn’t convinced by finding out about some of the students, and neither was Mace quite honestly. A student couldn’t have done this, the precision of the kills, the skill in Makashi using a cutlass or even a rapier, it would take years and years of practice. So students, no maybe some former instructors who had changed? Maybe. . .
For now though she wasn’t that anxious to find out about those dropouts, she was more hoping that the massacres, if she could define it as such, would stop. Their leads would have to start with the data, Mace had managed to get from the Deputy Director of the Mist Government. Understanding what Atlantis needed to deal that did not necessitate him to go back to the academy, Mace had her own things to deal with as well.
“The precinct it is, but thank you and no thank you, I am not going back to the academy right now.” Said Mace thoughtfully and even though she was exhausted because she had generated that much energy earlier, she still had to find her cousin first and get to speed with her, updating the situation. . .
Mace followed Atlantis outside and waited for the two others to follow suite, but she turned to look at Atlantis nodding in the lakehouse’s direction that he should probably should just go. “Don’t forget about Ryan. . .”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 8:42:22 GMT -8
Brick wall. Later. Dispiritment.
The Mist Order's academy is too new to make the possibility one of their students could be their suspect likely, the level of training required to achieve the level of skill the killer must possess making Madieke believe they are looking for someone that had possibly been trained years ago and then had at least a few more years to hone their abilities. Older academies like the one Atlantis mentions on other worlds are more likely candidates as places the killer might have received their initial training, though it is just as likely they trained as Sith, a line of inquiry that would only hit a brick wall since that group would not be inclined to cooperate with their investigation. Contacting the other Jedi academies will, Madieke assumes, take some time, meaning their best bet is the information Mace has gotten a hold of for them.
Nodding when Mace informs her that Nuala will have to decrypt the data, Madieke listens to Claus, agreeing with his assessment that their killer is probably just getting started. "Thank you doctor, Madieke tells him, and then shakes her head when Nazani asks if she has a plan other than the one involving taking a break to rest before meeting later in the day. Atlantis and Mace both seem intent on going their own ways, so Madieke tells Nazani, Let's head back to the precinct."
Tired and feeling the dispiritment that usually accompanies a stalled investigation settling over her, Madieke is in even less in the mood for conversation than usual, and so says only, "I'll be back at the precinct around noon," when she and Nazani go outside and see Atlantis and Mace. Nodding a farewell to the Jedi, Madieke takes her datapad from the pocket of her trench coat as she heads to her speeder, sending the encrypted data to Nuala so that she can get started on it. She would like nothing more than to go home and sleep, but she knows that leaving the data for later is not something she is personally capable of. Once they are underway for the academy, Madieke lights a cigarette, mentally counting down the seconds in her head as she waits for Nazani, who is not the quiet type and will probably not be able to keep silent for the trip, to start talking.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 20:24:08 GMT -8
Umgul City - Morgue
Nazani nods, a skeptical frown on her face when Atlantis says that a Jedi student wouldn't use a synthetic crystal; thinking that a failed student or one that dropped out to pursue a different path than the one the Jedi offered might use one out of need, not having reached the stage where they completed their lightsaber, or simple preference, the Jedi views on crystals and lightsabers not necessarily shared by all those that use the weapons. Atlantis does say that he'll try to contact the academies despite his belief that it might be a waste of time, which is all that she could ask, so Nazani leaves it at that.
Smiling in amusement when Atlantis says that he would rather walk, and has something to deal with, Nazani, remembering the overheard comm, asks, "Something about an emergency in someone's pants, right? Good luck with that, she adds, pretty sure that he isn't the type to take offense to a joke based on the interactions she's had with him throughout the evening. Waving to both Atlantis and Mace, she says, See you both later," and then follows Aninh to her speeder.
Knowing that Aninh is not the talkative type, Nazani surprisingly manages to refrain from chattering as she normally might, the trip to the precinct a quiet one. Once at the precinct, they head for the room set aside as the investigation's command center, and Nazani, when she doesn't see her partner anywhere, asks Durnin, "Did Nemes head home to the wife and kids finally? Has anything new come in from the surveillance teams?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2014 12:42:05 GMT -8
Crash. Updated. Promising. Alarm.
Nuala looks up from her laptop dataterminal when Madieke and Nazani enter the command center, taking the earbud from her left ear as she answers Nazani's question about her partner, "I think he's still here. He said he was going to crash in the break room, and I haven't seen him since, and then tells Madieke, Give me another two minutes and Ill have decrypted the file."
Madieke nods, walking to a pot of stimcaf to pour herself a cup before standing in front of the board that Nuala and Nemes had updated with the information they learned, including the image of the killer recovered from the ATM cam. Even with the enlargement and enhancement of the image Nuala had been able to perform, the image doesn't give them anything that the Jedi had not been able to tell them by using their Force abilities. When Nuala announces that she has finished the decrytption, Madieke tells her to forward the data to her, and then tells her to go home and get some sleep. Once Nuala has gone, Madieke takes off her trench coat, having decided to go through the information now so she can be ready to share anything useful with the others when they all reconvene at the precinct later.
The two possibles for their killer that the review of the starport's outgoing passenger manifests seem to be the most promising leads, with the bounty hunter Tuain the more promising of the two. What little information there is on Mar'shyal makes Madieke think it's more likely she is a drifter than their killer, but she knows she will have to do all she can to try and confirm that suspicion to satisfy her own standards, and so calls on her former CO to have him task Rangers operating near Juvex and Nar Shadda, where the two women are headed according to the destinations of their respective transports, with trying to track them down and question them. The census data feels like a dead end to Madieke. The fact Entin has a history as a competitive duelist and a large gap in what is known about his past would make him an ideal suspect if not for the fact he is far too tall to be the killer. Orlov, while a match for the physical characteristics, seems just as unlikely a candidate for being the killer given what is known about her. Madieke also keeps up with the local holonews, and knows the couple, well known in the city as philanthropists, held a benefit of some kind last night when the killings took place.
After adding the new information to the board detailing the investigation's progress, Madieke decides there is nothing more to be done at the moment and heads back to her home above the office she conducts her private investigation service out of. After setting her alarm for later in the morning, Madieke collapses into her bed, hoping that her mind will be able to shut down long enough to sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2014 16:17:38 GMT -8
Umgul City - The Enchanted Florist
Putting a hand in the pocket of the light, tan suit coat she wears over a cream colored blouse, Svana does not wait for the Zeltron to answer as, clearly expecting the woman to follow her, she turns and walks through the cave like doorway, the large cat rising and padding at her side. The room beyond the entrance is a medium-sized ornamental floral garden, the sounds of falling water more pronounced as an indoor waterfall dominates one of the walls, crashing into a pool set into the floor. Two benches sit before a fountain with a statue of Miywondl, the Gwurran wind god, in the center of the pool surrounding it. Opening her suit jacket and sitting casually on the bench nearest the fountain, Svana adjusts one of her suspenders as the cat curls up at her feet, patting the bench beside her if and when Helaine follows to invite her to sit close enough that they will be able to converse over the sounds filling the room. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2014 19:49:45 GMT -8
Umgul City - The Enchanted Florist
Svana appears entirely unaffected by the pheromones released by the Zeltron; her pupils do not dilating, her pulse remains a perfectly even 60 beats per minute, and she neither blushes nor perspires. Helaine will find that, not only is she unable to affect Svana with her pheromones, but that she is also unable to read the woman's mind no matter how intently she might endeavor to do so; nor is it similar to trying to read the mind of someone that is actively trying to defend against intrusion, or like trying to read the mind of someone that has erected passive barriers that operate at all times to guard against penetration - rather, it is like trying to read the mind of an inanimate object, where there is nothing there to be read at all. Svana is unaware of the attempt to sway her opinion via pheromones, just as she is unaware of the failed effort to peer into her thoughts; though she does recognize Helaine's body language for the attempt to forge a connection with her that it is, though she acknowledges it only with a tiny, amused upward curl of the right side of her lips that, like her lack of a physiological response to the pheromones and the apparent emptiness of her mind, might be interpreted in any number of ways.
Svana is silent for a moment, calculating the time it is likely to take for her to determine the most suitable candidates for what the Zeltron has described, to contact them, and arrange for them to arrive on Umgul undetected, before she answers in the same even tone she has used all along, "One week for the bounty hunter, perhaps up to two for the changeling. Addressing, in a way, Helaine's unspoken thoughts about the fact she is unknown to the twins, Svana says, New clients are required to pay for services up front, so before we begin to fulfill your orders, we will need payment of the finder's fee and transportation costs. Taking a pad of blank receipts and a pen from the breast pocket of her suit coat in a series of precise and economical movements, Svana explains, Payment is required to be made in the form of physical credits, with only a small sum paid in credit for the purchase of something from the store so you have a reason for having been here. Your invoice number is the amount required in credits. Velanie flowers are quite lovely, Svana says with a smile, gesturing towards a nearby garden where the flowers mentioned are displayed, and I will make up a darling arrangement of them for you. Their scent is delicate and beautiful. Handing the receipt to Helaine, Svana says, Once you have delivered the credits, we will begin fulfilling your orders. Returning the pad and pen to her breast pocket, Svana says, Our store hours are on the receipt as well," and then arches an eyebrow inquisitively to ask if there are any questions.
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