Kellyn Muir
Dirge of the Sun
The Slums. No one really ever chose to be there, it's just the hand they were dealt. No matter where you shine a light, it always produces a shadow. Even in the Coruscanti underworld, the downtrodden live in the shadow of the more fortunate. That shadow provides an outlet to an evil which would exploit it to commit atrocities against their fellow citizen. To that shadow to do battle with that evil are the officers of the Coruscant Security Forces.
"CSF Homicide.", Kellyn said confidently, flashing his credentials as he strode through the holographic crime scene tape Permitting entry of him and his partner, the Guardian police droids stepped aside and continued to maintain a perimeter. As with any crime scene, crowds were gathering to catch a glimpse of a body, and reporters to feed the information to the masses, even if it meant interfering with an investigation.
An alleyway - how typical. He'd been on the force for coming up on four years now, and he'd proven himself to be something of an enigma. Still, even at the cost of his peer's sanity, he flaunted the very traits that saw him bypass his peers. This was no intelligence work, but the methodology and analytics of it all had more overlap than one would think. Kellyn approached the body and knelt as the uniforms stepped back to continue taking notes.
One dead Rodian, slumped against an alley wall behind an outdoor incinerator. The wrists were twisted in an unnatural fashion, a large burn mark on his abdomen. Kellyn picked up the victim's wallet and looked inside. Credits were still there, but ID and other credit chits which might identify him were absent. Whoever did this at least had common sense, and that was the very worst sense for a criminal of this type to have. It made his job that much harder.
"What do you see, Erantes-do-Nascimento?"
[member="Joy Erantes-do-Nascimento"]