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Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos
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Rance was still very much in his got-to-impress, over earnest phase of his career. So when he rounded the corner to the line of civilians sitting on the bench seats in the waiting area, he looked the very picture of professionalism, but a milk-toast type of professionalism.
"Ah. Katarine Riyah?"
The discomfort he so evidently exuded was not for the woman's sake, it was purely from the feeling of not quite fitting in yet. He still felt he had to look over his shoulder, and that every sideways look was one of judgment and gossip seeking. His sister had a lot to answer for.
"Will you come with me please...I will take you statement." The people around Katarine looked annoyed that they were not getting their chance. Clearly they had been waiting a while. He was working his fastest though. He loked apologetically at an elderly woman that seemed most discomforted by the idea of waiting longer.
Rance couldn't help but give a brief double take to the witnesses attire. It was odd for sure. But this was Naboo. Fashions started here. Even the bad ones.
He held the door for Katarine to enter first and offered a seat, and cool cup of water. "Please...have a seat...I hear you saw what transpired just off Dalgleish Ave?"
"Ah. Katarine Riyah?"
The discomfort he so evidently exuded was not for the woman's sake, it was purely from the feeling of not quite fitting in yet. He still felt he had to look over his shoulder, and that every sideways look was one of judgment and gossip seeking. His sister had a lot to answer for.
"Will you come with me please...I will take you statement." The people around Katarine looked annoyed that they were not getting their chance. Clearly they had been waiting a while. He was working his fastest though. He loked apologetically at an elderly woman that seemed most discomforted by the idea of waiting longer.
Rance couldn't help but give a brief double take to the witnesses attire. It was odd for sure. But this was Naboo. Fashions started here. Even the bad ones.
He held the door for Katarine to enter first and offered a seat, and cool cup of water. "Please...have a seat...I hear you saw what transpired just off Dalgleish Ave?"
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Glancing over the report, Rance noted a few details. She was supposedly first on the scene and warded off the attacker? Pretty impressive. He glanced up over the datapad and frowned. She was slight of frame and of the not untypical level of Naboo attractiveness. But her clothes.
He appeared to realize that he was spoken to a few moments after she finished speaking, and he hurried into the start of his answer.
"You saved his life. By all accounts..."
Glancing down at the datapad again, he opened up a comment section for her answer to his question.
"...how did you do that...anyway?"
He appeared to realize that he was spoken to a few moments after she finished speaking, and he hurried into the start of his answer.
"You saved his life. By all accounts..."
Glancing down at the datapad again, he opened up a comment section for her answer to his question.
"...how did you do that...anyway?"
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"You..."
He lookd up at the woman with a frown. Surely, there had to be something more to her than meets the eye if she was wondering up to thugs in the street who were armed with swords and simply...subduing them.
"...subdued them?"
He was not unaware that she had avoided his question. Giving a retelling of events without going into detail about the way she subdued the perp. He put down the datapad. Eyes narrowed and focused in on her again.
"Miss...it is...Miss Riyah? How...did you subdue an alleged criminal who was holding a blade such as the one found at the scene...and not get injured?"
He lookd up at the woman with a frown. Surely, there had to be something more to her than meets the eye if she was wondering up to thugs in the street who were armed with swords and simply...subduing them.
"...subdued them?"
He was not unaware that she had avoided his question. Giving a retelling of events without going into detail about the way she subdued the perp. He put down the datapad. Eyes narrowed and focused in on her again.
"Miss...it is...Miss Riyah? How...did you subdue an alleged criminal who was holding a blade such as the one found at the scene...and not get injured?"
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