The interaction with the officers turned out to be pleasant, with them used to Jedi assistance. Callat knowing the beat cops also helped immensely. The experience made him feel a lot more comfortable on Coruscant. In other places in the galaxy, Jedi and Force Sensitives in general were treated with suspicion and open contempt. That's one of the reasons the spacer rarely revealed himself as a Jedi., opting to blend into the crowds as a typical Corellian Spacer.
Hours into the initial investigation, and there were already a few revelations. A bioscan of the chef performed on the scene revealed a infestation of some alien fungus, confirming what Callat had detected. Said fungus had attached itself to his nervous system to seize control. More troubling was that virtually all the staff present at the time of the restaurant shut down by the local Health Department suffered a similar infestation, though not at the levels present in the Gamorrean. They were now in quarantine while the CDF tried to track down all known patrons across Coco Town.
The source of the fungus itself was traced back to the cheeses the diner used. Recently, the owner, a greasy looking male Twi'lek, had switched vendors as a cost cutting measure. In fact, Health Department inspectors noticed all sorts of corners being cut at the restaurant upon close review that was missed by more casual auditors. Even if there was no longer the issue of the fungus, other violations would have shut this place down long before.
Some "recommendation" this place turned out to be. Finley was never going to let Floritz live this down.
Finley had been indirectly exposed to the fungus, but as he hadn't ingested any of the contaminated cheese, he was quickly cleared from quarantine. Still, he remained on scene with Callat he was directly involved with the whole resulting altercation.
One of the health inspectors finally approached them with an update, covered head to toe in a white a suit, only his face exposed under the hood as his breathing mask dangled from the neck. He let out a heavy sigh while making notes on a large datapad.
"If there's a silver lining to this mess, we at least caught the fungus before we had a real outbreak on our hands. If other people had been doing their job down here, then this place would have been shut down before any of this could unfold. "
Laziness, or bribes. During his time as a Jedi, the Corellian had found local officials as some of the most corrupt figures out there. It was just so easy to get away with it at this level in a sea of trillions.
"Anyway, we have it contained now, and we're looking to see if anyone else on the planet partnered with these vendors."
"Silver is best. So who is the vendor, exactly?" Finley inquired. "Someone local?"
"No, not at all. Mr. Monty told me he switched to Fuenster's Creamery, based out of Wielu in the Inner Rim. Just outside of Alliance space, so really out of our hands when it comes to follow up. A real shame because this fungus is really weird, and I have lots of questions."
"Hmm..." Finley thrummed, scratching his chin. "This is right in my wheelhouse. I can check out Fuenster's and see what the deal is. No promises I'll find anything, but it's better than us being left in the dark."
Finley had his own concerns about the fungus, specifically related to the affects it had on him as a Force Sensitive. In the wrong hands, such a thing could be wielded as a weapon.
He looked over to Callat. "NJO let Padawans take field trips?"
Finley was half joking - because every Jedi Knight knew if there was anyone who liked to wander (often into trouble), it was a Padawan. Callat seemed quite capable though, reminding him more of the Rangers he worked with in the Concord.
Damsy Callat
Hours into the initial investigation, and there were already a few revelations. A bioscan of the chef performed on the scene revealed a infestation of some alien fungus, confirming what Callat had detected. Said fungus had attached itself to his nervous system to seize control. More troubling was that virtually all the staff present at the time of the restaurant shut down by the local Health Department suffered a similar infestation, though not at the levels present in the Gamorrean. They were now in quarantine while the CDF tried to track down all known patrons across Coco Town.
The source of the fungus itself was traced back to the cheeses the diner used. Recently, the owner, a greasy looking male Twi'lek, had switched vendors as a cost cutting measure. In fact, Health Department inspectors noticed all sorts of corners being cut at the restaurant upon close review that was missed by more casual auditors. Even if there was no longer the issue of the fungus, other violations would have shut this place down long before.
Some "recommendation" this place turned out to be. Finley was never going to let Floritz live this down.
Finley had been indirectly exposed to the fungus, but as he hadn't ingested any of the contaminated cheese, he was quickly cleared from quarantine. Still, he remained on scene with Callat he was directly involved with the whole resulting altercation.
One of the health inspectors finally approached them with an update, covered head to toe in a white a suit, only his face exposed under the hood as his breathing mask dangled from the neck. He let out a heavy sigh while making notes on a large datapad.
"If there's a silver lining to this mess, we at least caught the fungus before we had a real outbreak on our hands. If other people had been doing their job down here, then this place would have been shut down before any of this could unfold. "
Laziness, or bribes. During his time as a Jedi, the Corellian had found local officials as some of the most corrupt figures out there. It was just so easy to get away with it at this level in a sea of trillions.
"Anyway, we have it contained now, and we're looking to see if anyone else on the planet partnered with these vendors."
"Silver is best. So who is the vendor, exactly?" Finley inquired. "Someone local?"
"No, not at all. Mr. Monty told me he switched to Fuenster's Creamery, based out of Wielu in the Inner Rim. Just outside of Alliance space, so really out of our hands when it comes to follow up. A real shame because this fungus is really weird, and I have lots of questions."
"Hmm..." Finley thrummed, scratching his chin. "This is right in my wheelhouse. I can check out Fuenster's and see what the deal is. No promises I'll find anything, but it's better than us being left in the dark."
Finley had his own concerns about the fungus, specifically related to the affects it had on him as a Force Sensitive. In the wrong hands, such a thing could be wielded as a weapon.
He looked over to Callat. "NJO let Padawans take field trips?"
Finley was half joking - because every Jedi Knight knew if there was anyone who liked to wander (often into trouble), it was a Padawan. Callat seemed quite capable though, reminding him more of the Rangers he worked with in the Concord.
Damsy Callat
