"Besides, if they are the men we're looking for, then their capture will not only give us their location, but also what we might find at their base."
"If" was all Hasjo replied over the communication link. This Master worked in ways that Hasjo was not a fan of, to say in kind words. Hasjo believed himself to be a servant of the Republic, and doing such was not chasing down innocents through alleyways and detaining them. Innocent until proven guilty, someone had told him long ago when he was a youngling. He didn't recall much of the person who had said it, she had a motherly away about her. She smelt of cookies and taught love. But the memory was long ago, when he was a much younger person. He ignored the comment of his trust. This was not a matter of trust, but right and wrong. At least, in Hasjo's mind. He had become increasingly despondent with the Jedi Order of late. He unbuckled his harness and got out of the land speeder. The headlights remained online. While he would not detain them, he would ask a few questions if they agreed. "Halt!" Hasjo commanded with a powerful tone of authority. The three came to a screeching stop, unknowing whether to continue to flee or stay. The Nautolan approached them "I'm sorry to disturb you. I wish to ask what your purpose was down in that alley?" Hasjo flicked his hand in the direction they had come from. The runt of the litter scratched his arms hurriedly. It was clear he was a user of drugs. "L-look, we didn't m-mean too, w-we just h-have an a-addiction, pp-please don't arrest u-us"
Hasjo pointed to his pocket "What's that there?" The man willingly gave out what he held in his pockets, deathsticks. Hasjo snatched them from his hand, confiscating the illegal drugs. "Don't let me catch you doing this again, or I'll call the CSF." Hasjo turned his backs to the three. The moment Hasjo had his back turned, they fled again. It was clear they had been spooked something fierce by the presence of Jedi in the Underground, this far down. Hasjo sat into his land speeder, saying only a few words over his comm "Deathstick addicts." Hasjo buckled his harness over him, floored the accelerator and clasped the controls. Speeding off into the streets once more.
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