Brad Solo
Not Your Typical Jedi
Congeal, deliberate, is there a consensus if you should stand trial? (Sabrina)
Walking down the rather bleak but well lit corridor, Brad reading. The vanilla file was open and the cover was folded so that he could hold it with one hand, be able to read, while still being able to use his other hand to open doors or swipe his key card.
He seemed rather lax considering the job he had before him. Then again he was the prosecuting attorney that had litigated and won the case that had found Malice Draclau guilty of a bucket list of crimes. Proving Malice was guilty was the easy part. The difficult part was it was a media circus and that Malice was always such the drama queen the courtroom appeared to be more of a day time soap opera the a courtroom of law.
Coming to one door Brad stopped and put his card up to the red panel that sat adjust to the door. It red the card and a click from the door echoed down the hallway, the door opened. Brad walked in not looking directly at the poisoner that was still behind the same energy cell she was in when Memorial integrated [member="sabrina"] . There was still Ysalamir lizards in the room creating a large Force-neutral bubble that kept Sabrina and Brad from using the Force. Yes Brad was affected by the lizard as soon as he stepped in the room.
He did not say anything as he entered and the door shut behind him. He quietly; while reading still, walked over and sat down in the same chair Memorial was sitting in, what was it a day ago?
Brad looked up from the file, set it down upon his lap, tap his lip with his finger and lightly cleared his throat. You know that light little cough that is not really a cough. A not so subtle hint that someone was about to speak. “Just to make sure I have the right lady could you please give your name before we proceeded”, it was a polite request but a request with merit. There was always that chance there could be one wrong number is on the paper work and he was sent to the wrong cell room.
Walking down the rather bleak but well lit corridor, Brad reading. The vanilla file was open and the cover was folded so that he could hold it with one hand, be able to read, while still being able to use his other hand to open doors or swipe his key card.
He seemed rather lax considering the job he had before him. Then again he was the prosecuting attorney that had litigated and won the case that had found Malice Draclau guilty of a bucket list of crimes. Proving Malice was guilty was the easy part. The difficult part was it was a media circus and that Malice was always such the drama queen the courtroom appeared to be more of a day time soap opera the a courtroom of law.
Coming to one door Brad stopped and put his card up to the red panel that sat adjust to the door. It red the card and a click from the door echoed down the hallway, the door opened. Brad walked in not looking directly at the poisoner that was still behind the same energy cell she was in when Memorial integrated [member="sabrina"] . There was still Ysalamir lizards in the room creating a large Force-neutral bubble that kept Sabrina and Brad from using the Force. Yes Brad was affected by the lizard as soon as he stepped in the room.
He did not say anything as he entered and the door shut behind him. He quietly; while reading still, walked over and sat down in the same chair Memorial was sitting in, what was it a day ago?
Brad looked up from the file, set it down upon his lap, tap his lip with his finger and lightly cleared his throat. You know that light little cough that is not really a cough. A not so subtle hint that someone was about to speak. “Just to make sure I have the right lady could you please give your name before we proceeded”, it was a polite request but a request with merit. There was always that chance there could be one wrong number is on the paper work and he was sent to the wrong cell room.