Move your Feet to the Beat

[Aiden Zarc]

Coruscanti Precinct #1911, Locker Room​

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Men and women milled about in various stages of uniform as they got prepared for another day of walking the beat. Scott had just fitted the shoulder armor on over his head when he stopped to look at the pictures on the inside of his locker. There were various pictures of he and his friends: Rico, Rick, Johnny, etc. They were in various poses throughout the pictures, be it serious, casual or goofy. The one that quickly drew his eyes the fastest, though, was Alice posing sweetly for his camera. He gripped the door of the locker, slightly caressed his thumb over the corner of the picture and smiled with a twinkle in his eyes.

He looked down the row and moved his head around to catch a glimpse of her beyond all the people in the way. A ways down, he could make out the sight of her tying her hair up before sliding her helmet on. She didn't see his eye contact, but that was normal with the distance, crowd and timeline they were working with. Speaking of which, Scott looked down at his chronometer and quickly slid on the helmet before getting up, shutting his locker and power walking out of the locker rooms.

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He got outside to find his partner, Ryan, leaning impatiently on the outside of their police speeder.

"Geez Louise, Danny! What took you so long?" asked Ryan.

"Ah, don't be such a wet blanket, Gauwitz. We're not late...yet." replied Scott.

"You can't expect me to speed every time I drive us places, Scott."

"We both know you don't need an excuse to speed, Ryan. Don't try and pin your bad habits on me."

Ryan looked like he was going to argue some more, but, instead, decided to roguishly smile at Scott as if to say guilty as charged...

 

[Aiden Zarc]

Scott yawned while peering out the window as lengths of city passed them by. Despite being fast, Ryan was a very defensive driver. It had kept him out of trouble much more than once or twice.

"Think we'll see action today?" asked Ryan.

"What do you mean? Every day is action packed when you work on the force," casually replied Scott.

"I'm serious, though. Mid Day Massacre was a year ago today. I heard no one's going to Hyde Park cuz of that."

"There will be people out there, you dope. If not your typical park goers, then some dumb kids will be out playing, especially with that new monster catching app game that came out."

"You mean that Stabguy Leave game?"

"Yeah, that's the one. What a dumb game."

"Yeah, but, boy howdy, is it popular and it gets kids off their shebs."

"Off their shebs and poking around in places they don't belong..."

At 8 o'clock, they received an message from command saying, "You're cutting it quite close, men. If you're caught not patrolling your sector on time, there will be consequences, 7K and RU."

"Oh, no, Scott. I think they're onto us," stated Ryan with a blank face and mock concern.

"If we get caught, I'm blaming you."

This caused Ryan to scoffaw and break into yet another argumentative tone.

"Uh, okay! I guess I'll just let you do the driving from now on, then! Seeing as how I'm almost always the first out to the speeder, I guess I can just take the passenger seat and then I'll NEVER get blamed for your tardiness.---"

Scott raised a hand to stem the tide and scowled at his partner.

"Geez, you make a lot of frakking noise over a joke. Relax, man."

"Yeah, well it wasn't funny and it didn't sound like a joke."

Things fell silent and Scott knew not to keep talking. Things stayed quiet until they parked in front of a nice bagel shop. Ryan turned in his seat and said,

"Look, I'm sorry for being so anal retentive, dude. I shouldn't be quick to anger, but...I just get---"

"Ryan, we've been friends since third grade. I know how you work..."

"Thanks, man. I---"

"...Just like you know how much I like cheese bagels, so let's get the frak out of this speeder and get some real breakfast."

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry, man."

They both exited, walked up the steps and entered the bagel shop to enjoy a nice breakfast.

 

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara calmly nibbled on a bagel. Of course, it was paid for with stolen money, but that's besides the point. No one on corusant had noticed her pickpocketing, yet, and she intended to keep it that way. After she saved enough to buy a ticket to corusant she had been making more money. Your average citizen seemed to have more on them at all times, but, then again, this wasn't Nar Shaada. When two cops walked in, seemingly chatting and wanting a good breakfast, she shifted her weight to hide her bag, which was semi-filled with credits and other stolen items. She swallowed, watching their every move covertly.

 

[Mara Illyrett]

[member="Scott Daniel"]

 

[Sigea Chamra]

Sigea for her part hadn't broken any laws, yet. Not that she planned to either, but things happened, most of which were not her fault. Or she would point that fact out if some one had bothered to ask her. As it was she had managed to get through most of her life with out getting an arrest record and she did not mean to start now. But, she was aware of what seemed to be a build up of officials who had the ability to toss some one in a cell for as long as they wished his ..or her stay to be.

She was curious however and unlike some people she would be openly watching what was going on curious of how things would play out should they find some one who was in violation of the law.

 

[Aiden Zarc]

Upon entering, Scott and Ryan took a moment to scan the interior. It was a nice place, same as usual. The clientele consisted of a couple aliens, some old couples here and there, run of the mill human patronage and, more notably, short women.

Ryan sniffed once and then spoke to Scott, saying,

"You know, they should produce some tall women every now and again. All I usually see year after year is short stock."

They both chuckled and grinned over the crack and then fist bumped. Cloning jokes were popular among clones, but appreciated by few others.

As they stepped up to the woman behind the counter, she greeted them.

"Hey, Ryan. Hey, Pete. Will it be the usual?"

Ryan went on to casually reply with an affirmative whilst Scott's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He then said to her,

"Darla? My name's not Pete."

"Oh, sorry, Ken."

"I'm...not Ken."

"Rico?"

"No."

"Davey??"

"NO."

"Caleb?"

"No! My name's Pete--I mean...Argh! Dammit."

Scott facepalmed as he flubbed his own name in his frustration. Ryan was shaking from trying to hold laughter in and a ghost of a grin was showing through on Darla's lips.

"Oh, Scott, calm down! Seriously, how long have I been serving you two?? I'm only joking. Hot turkey, cheese and bacon on a cheese bagel and a mocha iced coffee for you, hon. I don't forget a regular."

"That's impressive, Darla. Don't mind him. He tends to get easily frustrated over a joke."

This time, Ryan didn't conceal his mischievous smile and pointed stare as he perfectly recalled their conversation in the speeder.

"Really? You're still mad?" asked Scott as he shaked his head in amused disapproval. Ryan ignored Scott.

"I'll have the usual, too, Darla."

"Uh, erhm, sorry, Ryan, but what is it you usually get?" asked Darla innocently.

As Ryan looked at Darla in stunned disbelief, Scott started to impromptu parody sing based off an old classic.

"You're forgettable...That's what you are...And, forevermore--"

"Yeah, yeah!" said Ryan as he playfully shoved Scott's shoulder. "Favorites, I know. I'd like a---"

"Oh, come now, Ryan. You'd hear the word gullible if you said the word 'orange' slowly. I know what you want, silly. It'll just be a few minutes, boys. For here or to go?"

Both Ryan and Scott checked their chronometers.

"Well, I guess we could eat here---"

"---Yeah, we can definitely eat here."

"For here," They said in unision.

They moved on over to a nearby table and sat themselves down, teasing each other along the way.

"Wet blanket."

"Dick head."

"Them's fightin' words."

"Too bad we all know you can't fight."

"Oh, you wanna' bet?..."

"No, I don't gamble. I'm responsible with my money."

"Yeah, but you're loose with your mouth."

And so on and so forth.

[member="Sigea Chamra"] | [member="Mara Illyrett"]

 

[Sigea Chamra]

If Sigea was a mind reader she might object to being pointed out as being short, after all she came from a line of short women, that and the date on her home world was such it did not often end in great height for the women folk let along the men. What she was aware of was two people making noise about something over near the counter. She could hear bits and pieces of their conversation, enough to know that they knew each other or so it seemed like to her.

But, as they were not opening fire in the crowded room was good enough for her to not see them as a threat. At least not yet. Although, she did keep an eye on them, just in case. But then if they did start to attack the patrons there wasn't a lot she could do about it without getting arrested herself. None the less she would keep up her not so subtle staring, just in case.

 

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara sipped her coffee, watching as the officers jokingly argued as they sat at a booth. She looked down at her meal. A little ways to go before she could ask for the bill without being suspicious. She continued eating her bagel and drink g her coffee, silently sliding her bag under the table to were to was difficult to be seen if one did not know it was there. [member="Sigea Chamra"][member="Scott Daniel"]