Nicair Claden
The Iron Heart
Drugs had always and will forever be a problem on the streets of Coruscant. At any point in time the cartels and crime lords were most likely develop six or seven new and harder hitting variants to existing spice or the more archaic injected or snorted variety. The local authorities were always playing catch-up. They dropped out of the race completely when something new hit the streets. The street name was Abyss after a common hallucination that the user was falling into a literal abyss where all manner of demonic and infernal creatures screeched and howled at them as they fell. This was, of course, only one of the hallucinations that were present and a fairly horrific one at that. The more pleasant experiences were enough to keep the users chasing the visions as they grew more and more faint with each use. To say nothing of the extremely addictive nature of the drug and the near instant dependency it created.
Nicair really didn't bother himself with things like this, if he were to go after a criminal it would be someone interesting such as a murderer. But the symbol he found on a vial of the liquid was enough to pique his interest. He couldn't place it and he had never seen it before, but the style was familiar and he could do little but speculate about its origin. He had his ideas and would pursue the leads where they would take him. His first goal, naturally, was the find the supplier. Only, none of the users were lucid or even living long enough to tell him where they got it. It was a devious concoction. It wasn't the dosage that the users built tolerance to, it was the hallucinations themselves. It was believed the more of Abyss they took they greater chance they would get a pleasant hallucination. The results were.. less than pretty.
Such a thing could be used to describe the body of the junky he currently stood over. At some point the young man had vomited what appeared to be a sickly form of blood and because he was lying on his back, had choked on it. His eyes were what really completed the picture. The vomit was common in overdoses, the color was a bit concerning but nothing extended use couldn't explain. But the eyes, it was as if they had burned from the inside out. The iris looked completely fried, he didn't know of anything to compare it to. Drugs had never been his strong suit, but he would look into it all the same.
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Nicair really didn't bother himself with things like this, if he were to go after a criminal it would be someone interesting such as a murderer. But the symbol he found on a vial of the liquid was enough to pique his interest. He couldn't place it and he had never seen it before, but the style was familiar and he could do little but speculate about its origin. He had his ideas and would pursue the leads where they would take him. His first goal, naturally, was the find the supplier. Only, none of the users were lucid or even living long enough to tell him where they got it. It was a devious concoction. It wasn't the dosage that the users built tolerance to, it was the hallucinations themselves. It was believed the more of Abyss they took they greater chance they would get a pleasant hallucination. The results were.. less than pretty.
Such a thing could be used to describe the body of the junky he currently stood over. At some point the young man had vomited what appeared to be a sickly form of blood and because he was lying on his back, had choked on it. His eyes were what really completed the picture. The vomit was common in overdoses, the color was a bit concerning but nothing extended use couldn't explain. But the eyes, it was as if they had burned from the inside out. The iris looked completely fried, he didn't know of anything to compare it to. Drugs had never been his strong suit, but he would look into it all the same.
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