Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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The Hunt Begins

Diana walked through the streets of Zeltron with a calm swagger. She smiled at nearly everyone that passed her by, her calm cold shinning eyes illuminating the faces of every passerby that walked towards her. Her eyes of course were quite bright and shiny, they had both been damaged almost beyond repair. Though the damage had an upside. She had almost completely lost her normal vision, but had gained light in a new spectrum. She now saw in infared and ultra-violet, the world of the dark was showed to her in deep purples and reds.

She could see well in pitch blackness, but in bright light she was almost entirely useless. She smiled again as a friendly Zeltron female walked by her. Diana had no idea who this person was, but she felt that she should always be friendly.

On her back sat her sword, the songsteel blade that Diana herself had forged within the bowels of the Jedi Temple. She had used the weapon to kill the Sith Master known as Velok, and since then it had never left her side. It was the only weapon she carried, since the lightsabers she had made back within the order had been left behind when she had left.

She sighed slightly as she recalled those weapons, she missed them to be quite honest. With a shrug however she waved off those emotions and continued walking. She was here today to begin her investigation into the auction, she was here to find those responsible for taking the artifacts from Tython and bring them to justice.
 

Darrick Thek

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Zeltros was the planet of dreams.

Eat, sleep, rave. That was the general motto, well in addition to forget your problems, forget your life. The women were beautiful, the drugs were plentiful and the woman really were oh-so-beautiful. It was the perfect planet.

For serial killers.

It was a planet so caught up in partying that when a few people disappeared here and there nobody took any real notice. It was the ideal playground and it was Darrick Thek's. Most took one look at that grizzled face and thought: retired mercenary, he's just here for women and booze but you know what they say about books and covers, unless you're actually from around this galaxy then maybe you don't. Do they even have books?

Don't get me wrong though, Thek was partial to a drink now and again, he wasn't anywhere near binge levels but a little tipple was said to be beneficial to the body, you know?

There had been seven murders so far. Every single one taken by the garrotte. The similarities ended there. Gender, sex, status, even species. Anybody was far game. It wasn't fair to discriminate. His preferred method of picking out his victims was simply to let his eyes wander into the crowd and to pick a head. Which is where we join in.

Strolling through the streets with his hands held behind his back, Thek's mismatched eyes bounced from head to head, although there was no inner-narration of eenie-meenie-miney-mo, there might as well have been. Welcome to the lottery of life. Of course, it would be a shame if we existed in a galaxy where coincidence is generally discredited and where the stories of interesting people intertwine far too often.

She had a sword on her back.

Keeping several metres behind her, Darrick followed with a single thought on his mind:

This could get interesting.
 
Diana walked at a brisk pace, she was still all smiles and happy. She had no idea that she was being followed, nor was she worried about it. Diana was a trained Jedi Knight, she had fought a Sith Master on several occasions and had defended herself against a dozen different enemies. She was prepared for anything that life could throw at her, including serial killers.

Slowly the Jedi turned a corner into an alley way. The darkness of the alley was completely and entirely eliminated for her, she saw every dark corner, every small rat, every little detail was in the light for her. For Diana there no longer was darkness, there was only light. It was poetic really, given that she was a Jeid of the Order. Slowly she wandered into the alleyway. It was here that she was supposed to meet her contact. The man had some information about what had gone down at the Auction House, and Diana needed to know.

“Hello?” Diana said all trace of innocents lost from her voice. She was on a mission, and she would see it through.
 

Darrick Thek

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I feel like you should be informed that as a smoker Darrick did not approve of the young woman's walking pace. Years of a bad habit had taken their toll on the man, no longer was he at the age in which he could throw all manners of substances down his throat and bounce back the next morning. Oh no, far from. At times he could feel a tightening in his chest and on occasion something whistled when he drew breath. Let's not misunderstand, he had the strength to kill quickly with the wire but if push came to shove and combat was on the cards Thek just wouldn't have the stamina.

Darrick noted that when he predicted that proceedings would be interesting, he was definitely spot on.

After all, what kind of lady just strolls into dark alleyways alone without too much hesitation. They may not have gotten that much notice but public safety announcements on Zeltros had a focus on staying in well lit areas if you were female...or even if you were male, it was just that kind of planet.
He may have been getting old but he wasn't getting stupid.

The advance stopped and Thek took position leaning against the wall next to the alleyway. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket the murderer sparked one up and relaxed. He had a decision to make. Was it worth following this girl? She was armed and in the habit of going into dark places alone, not exactly a beacon of vulne-

“'Ey, man. Can I bum a laserbrain off ya?”

Half offended by his train of thought being derailed and half bamboozled mangled Basic that the drunkard just spewed out of his mouth Darrick stared the youth down, making sure the artificial light of Zeltros really hit his crazy eye just right.
“No.”

The combination of the stare and the short blunt denial got rid of the intoxicated idiot quickly enough and it was back to big decisions. Stay on the girl's case, or go get some thrills elsewhere.
 

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