Derisive Umbaran
TATOOINE
MOS RAGDAN
@Alexander Thenveer
The body bags were lined up in a neat line just on the outskirts of the small town. They were unzipped- just enough so that the faces of their occupants could be seen. There were fifteen in total, arranged from descending largest to smallest. Nine men, six women. All human. The eldest of the group had been pushing sixty standard years. The youngest, two of them, had scarcely seen their first decade. All had died of the same cause- a toxin slipped into the town's water supply. The town was quarantined after the authorities were alerted to the first cases. Most people recovered. Some, about fifteen of them, never did. A thorough investigation launched by the Obsidian Order determined that the responsible party had not left the town by the time it was quarantined. Thus began a longer and more scrutinizing investigation of the town's residents, which Adekos had elected to handle personally.
Naturally, Adekos suspected this was some form of pay back. Perhaps for the slavers Adekos had killed or captured recently. Maybe it was something more personal. Whatever the case, there was only one way to be sure.
Two TA1 Battle Droids marched the next suspect up to where Adekos stood. They shoved him to his knees, then the other one grasped him by the back of the head, forcing him to look at the bodies. Could Adekos have simply interviewed each person individually? Yes. Would that be as dramatic? No. Would this make it more likely the real culprit breaks down out of guilt upon seeing his handiwork? Yes. Would it increase the odds of the culprit revealing himself on his own by trying to skip town and evade quarantine? Also yes.
Adekos was being paid by the hour. The wages were meager, but it was something.
"Did you kill these people?"
The man whimpered something unintelligible and sniffled. This one probably had some sort of relation to the victims. Most people did. It was a small town.
The Umbaran glanced at his chronometer and then behind him, noting the planet's twin suns were just beginning to set. Pretty soon it would be dark out, and the whole 'look at the corpses and tell me the truth' thing would not have the same effect. "Answer the question, please." He pushed, unsympathetic.
"...No."
"Do you know who killed these people?"
"No..."
"Did you poison the well?"
"I-... No..."
"Do you know who poisoned the well?"
As this went on, Adekos studied the man for any signs of lying. Umbarans were masters of deception and Adekos himself rather good at sniffing it out. This man, fortunately, was innocent. He, along with a good portion of rest of the town, were probably traumatized now. If it prevented future incidents like this from occurring, here and elsewhere, then Adekos was fine with that. No one ever accomplished anything worthwhile without leaving a few mental scars on some bystanders.
He gave a dismissive gesture to the droids. "Return this one. Bring out the next." The droids responded by hefting the now-sobbing man to his feet and dragging him off to the holding area he had been brought from.
MOS RAGDAN
@Alexander Thenveer
The body bags were lined up in a neat line just on the outskirts of the small town. They were unzipped- just enough so that the faces of their occupants could be seen. There were fifteen in total, arranged from descending largest to smallest. Nine men, six women. All human. The eldest of the group had been pushing sixty standard years. The youngest, two of them, had scarcely seen their first decade. All had died of the same cause- a toxin slipped into the town's water supply. The town was quarantined after the authorities were alerted to the first cases. Most people recovered. Some, about fifteen of them, never did. A thorough investigation launched by the Obsidian Order determined that the responsible party had not left the town by the time it was quarantined. Thus began a longer and more scrutinizing investigation of the town's residents, which Adekos had elected to handle personally.
Naturally, Adekos suspected this was some form of pay back. Perhaps for the slavers Adekos had killed or captured recently. Maybe it was something more personal. Whatever the case, there was only one way to be sure.
Two TA1 Battle Droids marched the next suspect up to where Adekos stood. They shoved him to his knees, then the other one grasped him by the back of the head, forcing him to look at the bodies. Could Adekos have simply interviewed each person individually? Yes. Would that be as dramatic? No. Would this make it more likely the real culprit breaks down out of guilt upon seeing his handiwork? Yes. Would it increase the odds of the culprit revealing himself on his own by trying to skip town and evade quarantine? Also yes.
Adekos was being paid by the hour. The wages were meager, but it was something.
"Did you kill these people?"
The man whimpered something unintelligible and sniffled. This one probably had some sort of relation to the victims. Most people did. It was a small town.
The Umbaran glanced at his chronometer and then behind him, noting the planet's twin suns were just beginning to set. Pretty soon it would be dark out, and the whole 'look at the corpses and tell me the truth' thing would not have the same effect. "Answer the question, please." He pushed, unsympathetic.
"...No."
"Do you know who killed these people?"
"No..."
"Did you poison the well?"
"I-... No..."
"Do you know who poisoned the well?"
As this went on, Adekos studied the man for any signs of lying. Umbarans were masters of deception and Adekos himself rather good at sniffing it out. This man, fortunately, was innocent. He, along with a good portion of rest of the town, were probably traumatized now. If it prevented future incidents like this from occurring, here and elsewhere, then Adekos was fine with that. No one ever accomplished anything worthwhile without leaving a few mental scars on some bystanders.
He gave a dismissive gesture to the droids. "Return this one. Bring out the next." The droids responded by hefting the now-sobbing man to his feet and dragging him off to the holding area he had been brought from.