Dia Bondara
Sherlock Holmes
Coronet City, the worst cesspit of crime on Corellia. It’s a metropolis that depends on the steady hand of justice to beat some sense across its stupid face. And there’s only one detective on the force that has a hand firm enough to beat that kind of justice.
CASE NO.:
EDG-290120-A
REPORTING OFFICER:
Gabriel Donning
INCIDENT:
Disturbance reported near the Bottoms.
SUMMARY:
Responded to a report of ‘commotion’ at a low income apartment complex just outside the Bottoms. Upon initial investigation came upon what appears to be a triple homicide. Victim #1 was just inside the entryway, slumped face forward. Appears to have been shot in the back. Ithorian, believe to be male? Can’t really tell.
Victim #2 was splayed out across the lobby’s couch, large amount of blood from her upper torso pooling down around her feet. Human, appears middle aged.
Victim #3 was further down the hallway. Substantial carbon scoring on the walls and ceiling indicate intense firefight may have occurred. Vic #3 is a human male, early 30s maybe? Wearing some robes or something.
ACTIONS TAKEN:
Cordoned off the main access point to the building. Investigated possible witnesses. One lady with a room on the first floor claims to have seen suspect but she’s still panicky.
ADDITIONAL NOTES:
Vic #3 had a lightsaber. Possibly a Jedi? What was a Jedi doing in the slums? Why would someone kill one?
By the way, dispatch, please don’t send that twi’lek detective. Whatever’s going on here seems serious and I can’t put up with her chit today.
Dia took an exaggeratedly long drag from her cigarette before flicking it carelessly into the street as she passed into the crime scene. Shuffling through the barrage of officers who were helping to keep the civvies out was a pain. One or two of the new recruits even wanted to see her badge before letting her through which compounded the annoyance she felt. After she crossed through the threshold of the rundown squat house her eyes locked onto Officer Donning immediately.
“Read your report. Happy to see you too,” she joked with a grin as she stepped over the first corpse.
Donning was a veteran of the PD. He didn’t have any big aspirations but he came from one of those ‘police families.’ The whole, my dad and granddad and great granddad were a cop so I am too. Dia absolutely hated the families like that as well as any of the other police politics that she wasn’t included in. Old Gabey started flapping his gums with a furrowed brow, “they assigned this one to you?”
The red twi’lek assessed the scene, ignoring the first responder’s indignant question and the investigation droids that were documenting the blood spatter. After a couple of hums and hahs she gave him an answer back.
“Yep. Looks like these schuttas were in the wrong place, wrong time. This might just be the work of my guy… the Corellian Killer.”
The Corellian Killer was Dia’s suspect for any murder case assigned to her that she failed to solve. He was a true mastermind. Different modus operandi every time. Criminal genius. No one else shared her theory, they just let their cases go unsolved with no suspects or leads. Dis knew better and once she finally caught the notorious killer they’d see. They’d all see.
Gabe placed a hand on his side and shook his head in disbelief. “Look, this one is serious. Someone killed a Jedi. Whoever did this isn’t some common street thug and we owe it to the community to bring the psychopath, or psychopaths, responsible to justice.” As the seasoned officer took a few extra steps towards the detective he stretched an open palm forwards in a reassuring gesture, “if you don’t think you’re up for it call for backup.”
Dia Bondara didn’t need back up. She was the greatest investigative mind the galaxy had ever seen. “Why was a Jedi hanging around the slums of Coronet?” she questioned aloud. This case would certainly be anything but simple.
Coronet City Police Department
Dispatch Report
Dispatch Report
CASE NO.:
EDG-290120-A
REPORTING OFFICER:
Gabriel Donning
INCIDENT:
Disturbance reported near the Bottoms.
SUMMARY:
Responded to a report of ‘commotion’ at a low income apartment complex just outside the Bottoms. Upon initial investigation came upon what appears to be a triple homicide. Victim #1 was just inside the entryway, slumped face forward. Appears to have been shot in the back. Ithorian, believe to be male? Can’t really tell.
Victim #2 was splayed out across the lobby’s couch, large amount of blood from her upper torso pooling down around her feet. Human, appears middle aged.
Victim #3 was further down the hallway. Substantial carbon scoring on the walls and ceiling indicate intense firefight may have occurred. Vic #3 is a human male, early 30s maybe? Wearing some robes or something.
ACTIONS TAKEN:
Cordoned off the main access point to the building. Investigated possible witnesses. One lady with a room on the first floor claims to have seen suspect but she’s still panicky.
ADDITIONAL NOTES:
Vic #3 had a lightsaber. Possibly a Jedi? What was a Jedi doing in the slums? Why would someone kill one?
By the way, dispatch, please don’t send that twi’lek detective. Whatever’s going on here seems serious and I can’t put up with her chit today.
Dia took an exaggeratedly long drag from her cigarette before flicking it carelessly into the street as she passed into the crime scene. Shuffling through the barrage of officers who were helping to keep the civvies out was a pain. One or two of the new recruits even wanted to see her badge before letting her through which compounded the annoyance she felt. After she crossed through the threshold of the rundown squat house her eyes locked onto Officer Donning immediately.
“Read your report. Happy to see you too,” she joked with a grin as she stepped over the first corpse.
Donning was a veteran of the PD. He didn’t have any big aspirations but he came from one of those ‘police families.’ The whole, my dad and granddad and great granddad were a cop so I am too. Dia absolutely hated the families like that as well as any of the other police politics that she wasn’t included in. Old Gabey started flapping his gums with a furrowed brow, “they assigned this one to you?”
The red twi’lek assessed the scene, ignoring the first responder’s indignant question and the investigation droids that were documenting the blood spatter. After a couple of hums and hahs she gave him an answer back.
“Yep. Looks like these schuttas were in the wrong place, wrong time. This might just be the work of my guy… the Corellian Killer.”
The Corellian Killer was Dia’s suspect for any murder case assigned to her that she failed to solve. He was a true mastermind. Different modus operandi every time. Criminal genius. No one else shared her theory, they just let their cases go unsolved with no suspects or leads. Dis knew better and once she finally caught the notorious killer they’d see. They’d all see.
Gabe placed a hand on his side and shook his head in disbelief. “Look, this one is serious. Someone killed a Jedi. Whoever did this isn’t some common street thug and we owe it to the community to bring the psychopath, or psychopaths, responsible to justice.” As the seasoned officer took a few extra steps towards the detective he stretched an open palm forwards in a reassuring gesture, “if you don’t think you’re up for it call for backup.”
Dia Bondara didn’t need back up. She was the greatest investigative mind the galaxy had ever seen. “Why was a Jedi hanging around the slums of Coronet?” she questioned aloud. This case would certainly be anything but simple.