The sound of a growing crowd could be heard over the humming of an aged water. Drips of water plopped into a steel sink. A ceiling fan rotated on a medium setting, its metal chain swaying back and forth. The dust seemed to sit in the air with the limited air circulation.
Above the noises and sight, it was the smell. Blood. Decay. Unmistakable smells that even after the source had been removed it still clung to the air like a fly to a tape-trap.
“This is where the attack began.” Romano said as he knelt down slightly. “The splotch of dried blood here indicates a quick stab.”
“It wasn’t a lightsaber.” Romano’s Companion said.
“No. The news was reporting they suspected a force user behind the attacks. If that were true, why use a knife? What can you tell me about the attack?” Romano asked.
“The victim was taken by surprise. A quick stab to the right quadrant of the torso. The amount of dark blood indicates the liver was punctured. It wasn’t immediately fatal though.” His Companion explained. “The attacker struck the same wound a second time with near surgical precision. It stopped the majority of the bleeding. That’s why you don’t see a blood trail leading to the living room.”
Romano followed his Companion as he was lead from the kitchen, “So the killer attacks his victims with a sudden strike but they’re always in different areas of the body.”
“The attacker is an opportunist. They hit the most damaging part of the body with least resistance. My guess is the attack was from the rear.” His Companion explained. “Once the victim was brought here, that is when the terror truly began. Organs were removed and then the victim displayed.” Both men looked towards a wall which had various religious symbols on it, “The killer wanted this victim to be forgiven their sins.”
“Why?” Romano asked.
“Because they were deemed impure.” The Companion replied. “The only thing I cannot figure out is why they think it’s a force user committing the murders.”
“Witnesses claimed to see things floating around the neighboring areas shortly before the attack is thought to have happened.”
Romano and his Companion turned to the sound of a new voice.
“That is most unexpected.” His Companion said as both men had to look downwards.
Standing in the doorway of the home’s front entrance was something that appeared to be humanoid. It stood not but three feet. The creature was as round as a filled birthday balloon. It looked almost human… but it wasn’t. A long silver beard, small beady eyes, and a nose that seemed smooshed into its face.
“This is a secure crime scene. You two are trespassing.” The stout little man said.
“What are you?” Romano asked with avid curiosity.
“I will ignore that ignorant question. I am Detective Ansel Gideon. You both are under arrest.” The small Dwarf looking being pulled out a golden metallic badge and waved up towards the Romano and his Companion.
Romano looked at his Companion, whom simply looked back. Bemusement was seen in Romanos face.
“You’re going to arrest us? It looks like I could use for a bowling ball.” Romano snickered.
“Fracking offworlders.” Ansel replied before sticking two chubby fingers into his mouth and letting out a whistle.
Just behind him two larger men entered. Humanoid as well but incredibly tall. They were lean, almost underweight in appearance. Their skin held the look of freshly polished pearl while their eyes were almost crystal blue in nature. Their hair shoulder length silver was tucked behind their sharply pointed ears.
“Cuff em’.” Ansel ordered.
Romano’s Companion stepped forward. Putting himself between his Sire and the two newcomers. Removing his glasses, he slipped them into his pocket. The air grew tense as everyone seemed to wait for someone, anyone, to make the first move. Romano perked a brow much like his father. He remained calm and collect just like his mother.
The two silver haired men stepped forward and Romano’s companion went to work. The fight wasn’t what one expected to see. Movies often showed these elaborate combat sequences of majestic kicks and punches all while dragging on for some minutes. The Companion was neither stylish nor majestic. He had been trained to end an altercation quickly. He dodged what attacks came to him, while snapping the arm of the first of the Silver Hair’s before buckling the knee of the second and throat punching him. Both Peace Officer’s were dropped.
Ansel shook his head and repeated his earlier insult, “Fracking Offworlders. Alright, come in.” Through the doorway several more silver haired men entered. Each had a weapon drawn. Each weapon was aimed at Romano and his Companion.
Romano realized this was his opportunity. He had the inquisitive nature of his mother [member="Cerusia Shamalain"]. These murders, these people, this planet all fascinated him. Getting arrested was an opportunity to learn more about these murders that Romano wouldn’t have otherwise. A shake of his head caused his Companion to loosen up and put his glasses back on.
“Get them down to the Precinct. I’ll be right behind. I just need to see how much of the crime scene these two idiots contaminated.” Ansel replied.
With a sarcastic smile Romano raised his wrists but looked to his Companion, “Steel handcuffs. Such feeble relics for worlds struggling to escape distant pasts.”
“Shut up.” Ansel replied.
Above the noises and sight, it was the smell. Blood. Decay. Unmistakable smells that even after the source had been removed it still clung to the air like a fly to a tape-trap.
“This is where the attack began.” Romano said as he knelt down slightly. “The splotch of dried blood here indicates a quick stab.”
“It wasn’t a lightsaber.” Romano’s Companion said.
“No. The news was reporting they suspected a force user behind the attacks. If that were true, why use a knife? What can you tell me about the attack?” Romano asked.
“The victim was taken by surprise. A quick stab to the right quadrant of the torso. The amount of dark blood indicates the liver was punctured. It wasn’t immediately fatal though.” His Companion explained. “The attacker struck the same wound a second time with near surgical precision. It stopped the majority of the bleeding. That’s why you don’t see a blood trail leading to the living room.”
Romano followed his Companion as he was lead from the kitchen, “So the killer attacks his victims with a sudden strike but they’re always in different areas of the body.”
“The attacker is an opportunist. They hit the most damaging part of the body with least resistance. My guess is the attack was from the rear.” His Companion explained. “Once the victim was brought here, that is when the terror truly began. Organs were removed and then the victim displayed.” Both men looked towards a wall which had various religious symbols on it, “The killer wanted this victim to be forgiven their sins.”
“Why?” Romano asked.
“Because they were deemed impure.” The Companion replied. “The only thing I cannot figure out is why they think it’s a force user committing the murders.”
“Witnesses claimed to see things floating around the neighboring areas shortly before the attack is thought to have happened.”
Romano and his Companion turned to the sound of a new voice.
“That is most unexpected.” His Companion said as both men had to look downwards.
Standing in the doorway of the home’s front entrance was something that appeared to be humanoid. It stood not but three feet. The creature was as round as a filled birthday balloon. It looked almost human… but it wasn’t. A long silver beard, small beady eyes, and a nose that seemed smooshed into its face.
“This is a secure crime scene. You two are trespassing.” The stout little man said.
“What are you?” Romano asked with avid curiosity.
“I will ignore that ignorant question. I am Detective Ansel Gideon. You both are under arrest.” The small Dwarf looking being pulled out a golden metallic badge and waved up towards the Romano and his Companion.
Romano looked at his Companion, whom simply looked back. Bemusement was seen in Romanos face.
“You’re going to arrest us? It looks like I could use for a bowling ball.” Romano snickered.
“Fracking offworlders.” Ansel replied before sticking two chubby fingers into his mouth and letting out a whistle.
Just behind him two larger men entered. Humanoid as well but incredibly tall. They were lean, almost underweight in appearance. Their skin held the look of freshly polished pearl while their eyes were almost crystal blue in nature. Their hair shoulder length silver was tucked behind their sharply pointed ears.
“Cuff em’.” Ansel ordered.
Romano’s Companion stepped forward. Putting himself between his Sire and the two newcomers. Removing his glasses, he slipped them into his pocket. The air grew tense as everyone seemed to wait for someone, anyone, to make the first move. Romano perked a brow much like his father. He remained calm and collect just like his mother.
The two silver haired men stepped forward and Romano’s companion went to work. The fight wasn’t what one expected to see. Movies often showed these elaborate combat sequences of majestic kicks and punches all while dragging on for some minutes. The Companion was neither stylish nor majestic. He had been trained to end an altercation quickly. He dodged what attacks came to him, while snapping the arm of the first of the Silver Hair’s before buckling the knee of the second and throat punching him. Both Peace Officer’s were dropped.
Ansel shook his head and repeated his earlier insult, “Fracking Offworlders. Alright, come in.” Through the doorway several more silver haired men entered. Each had a weapon drawn. Each weapon was aimed at Romano and his Companion.
Romano realized this was his opportunity. He had the inquisitive nature of his mother [member="Cerusia Shamalain"]. These murders, these people, this planet all fascinated him. Getting arrested was an opportunity to learn more about these murders that Romano wouldn’t have otherwise. A shake of his head caused his Companion to loosen up and put his glasses back on.
“Get them down to the Precinct. I’ll be right behind. I just need to see how much of the crime scene these two idiots contaminated.” Ansel replied.
With a sarcastic smile Romano raised his wrists but looked to his Companion, “Steel handcuffs. Such feeble relics for worlds struggling to escape distant pasts.”
“Shut up.” Ansel replied.