
CYRILLIA
The rain was heavy. It pelted the pavement inside the narrow alleyway, the space between buildings wide enough and uncovered, to let the water fall unhindered. Not far from the entrance were a group of individuals, locals, who stood over a form on the ground. They stood, stared, but did little else even with the uncomfortable weather. It didn't take long for someone else to arrive, a tall broad form, body and head covered in a thick hood and cloak, though in comparison to the native Cyrillians ahead the new arrival wasn't imposing. At the splash of footsteps in the water puddles, the group turned in unison and regarded the hooded person with beady reptilian eyes. One called out in a language that wasn't understood, before there was a pause and another attempt.
"Jedi?"
"Yes," The hooded man responded simply, as he approached. "Sorry I couldn't get here sooner. Landing delays and I'm not familiar with this city. Is this her? My condolences."
"Yess, thiss iss our daughter," The tallest Cyrillian said, his reptilian face turned to regard the form on the ground. The young local had been covered in a blanket, but it was obvious from the stillness that she was dead. "Sshe wass returning home from her work, and ssomebody killed her where she now lies. It hass been some hourss ssince you were to arrive, Jedi... the rains, what evidence can you hope to ssee?"
With an inhale, the hooded man crouched and lifted the blanket. It had been soaked. There had been too much rain on the young adult Cyrillian's body to get much from forensics. Even the blood had been washed away, thinned to almost nothingness in the water around. The Jedi pulled the blanket away completely, as he revealed the Cyrillian's body, and bright blue eyes regarded the situation from beneath the shadows of the hood. With a sigh, the man reached up and pulled the hood back, as long hair immediately started to mat to his head...
"Gr'uleku's necklace wass sstolen, but sshe is in her work uniform," Another of the locals said, the voice softer. Perhaps the mother. "Was thiss a ssenseless mugging? Our daughter'ss life for a trinket?"
"Those sorts of details don't really matter, not for me," Dacien said simple, as he looked up to the father and mother. "I see a single wound, to the neck. A blade. We'll know soon. Please give me a moment, and maybe some space..."
The Cyrillians stepped back, confused, with the father even displaying some anger at the response. Dacien didn't intend to sound so brutish, or short, but the sooner he was able to do what he did, the sooner they would have answers. And trying to talk through the facts, sorting through guesses and theories, was a waste of time especially when all the Jedi had to do was reach out and touch...
Gr'uleku was tired.
She had finished her shift, she had made her factory quota.
She took the short way home, through the more dangerous area, I can feel the paranoia and regret.
She saw something, a group in the alleyway further down... they were... passing credits?
Need to focus on the group. Cyrillians, some humans? There, weapon caches, I recognize those from another investigation.
She tried to leave the alleyway, but someone grabbed her from behind.
A blade, small, curved. It stabbed quickly, made her fall and she... she died.
That quickly, that simply, barely a whimper and everything was dark.
She didn't even have time to think... poor kid.
Dacien pulled his hand back from Gr'uleku and stood up with a clench of jaw muscles. He looked to the dead local's parents and nodded slowly. "I understand, I was able to use the Force to see her last moments," The man said simply, as though they understood the complexity of what had just happened. He knew they didn't, but no one ever questioned him when he did it. "Do you want to know the details, or should I just focus on finding those responsible?"She had finished her shift, she had made her factory quota.
She took the short way home, through the more dangerous area, I can feel the paranoia and regret.
She saw something, a group in the alleyway further down... they were... passing credits?
Need to focus on the group. Cyrillians, some humans? There, weapon caches, I recognize those from another investigation.
She tried to leave the alleyway, but someone grabbed her from behind.
A blade, small, curved. It stabbed quickly, made her fall and she... she died.
That quickly, that simply, barely a whimper and everything was dark.
She didn't even have time to think... poor kid.
The Cyrillian parents looked between one another, then to the others around, before the mother stepped forward and stuck her chin out, her narrow eyes hard.
"Tell uss, Jedi."
"Very well," Dacien said. He pulled the hood back up and covered his head, before he spoke. "Your daughter was tired after a long shift, she took this alleyway to take a shortcut home, and stumbled across a weapons deal. I recognized one of the humans involved, his holo-image has cropped up before, but this confirms his involvement. He was the one who stabbed your daughter to the neck... but, she died quickly, there was no pain, and her last thoughts were of you. Her family."
The last part had been a lie. Death had been too quick. Still, the parents shifted and hugged one another, as the situation was presented, but whether it helped ease the burden or guilt or whatever other emotion they felt, who was to say. Dacien was here to do a job, and now he finally had the weapons dealer - Shorek Mal - on a murder charge. He had finally pushed things too far, and it would be his undoing. With a nod to the tall reptile locals, Dacien began to leave the alleyway, but in the opposite direction, toward where the meeting had taken place. The Jedi paused, as he glanced over his shoulder, eyebrow raised.
"You said Gr'uleku's necklace was gone?"
"Yess."
"If I find it, I'll return it to you," Dacien said. It was the least he could do. "Don't worry, I'll get the scum responsible for this."
Then, without another word, Dacien turned and continued on his way through the pelting rain. It was coming down impossibly hard, and it made the alleyway hard to see through. In fact, were it not for the Force, which gave a small warning to another ahead, the Jedi might have walked into the other individual before visual sight had been possible. Still, whoever it was didn't seem to be a threat, so Dacien resisted the urge to reach for the lightsaber hilt on his belt, as he instead walked several more meters - beyond the sight and hearing of the mourning family behind - and squared up, as he lowered his hood again and stared with bright blue eyes...
"Planning on coming out? Makes it easier if you do."