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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:24:39 GMT
Shadow Assassin
Maggewetok
03-05-2016, 09:31 AM
Cruising through the busy streets of Thani, the black, SUV speeder carried the intelligence director from the highrise office of the New Republic's chief of state. Their daily meeting allowed her to keep him updated on high risk events around the Republic as well as other intel on the Empire. Reading through the newest report from Rendili, hazel eyes glanced to the buzzing comlink laying atop the datapad in her lap. Raising it, she clicked it on as the driver slowed the vehicle at a red light. "Yes," she replied.
"Ma'am," the middle aged male agent began. "We've got a situation at the senate building that you need to see."
Brow furrowed lightly as she glanced absentmindedly to the gathering traffic around them. "Okay. What's happened?"
"Page found Senator Kort Gaible hanging by his wrists in the senate chamber. Some odd symbol carved in his chest."
Alarmed, she leaned toward the driver and bodyguard seated in the front. "Take us to the senate building."
"Yes, ma'am." Kicking on the blinking red lights, the driver began moving forward and inched between other vehicles trying to get out of the way.
"Seal off the building and begin going through his messages," she began, reclining back into the padded couch seat. "I want a team in there combing every inch of that place for clues."
"Alright."
"Has anyone talked to his wife or family yet?"
"No, ma'am. Just got here, but I'll send someone over to their estate."
"Send a few uniformed officers, they could be next."
"You got it."
Clicking off the comlink, her left hand fell to the datapad's touchpad as she sighed. Who would be brazen enough to murder a senator and then leave his body hanging in the main chambers like that? Nadia came to mind, though the display didn't quite fit her m.o., but things had been quiet on that front for a while. Maybe she had changed her tactics in the past few years. Continuing to rush to the governmental center of the city, traffic was re-routed away from the cluster of large buildings and Ilana knew from her own experience, this kind of chaos made it easy for the culprit to escape. Though if they were good, the escape was made a long time before the victim had been found.
Reaching the front steps of the immense, columned building, Ilana stepped out and moved quickly up to the main doors, her bodyguards in tow. Entering the main lobby, officers and security personnel glancing to the stranger in their midst, she flashed her Intel ident card, then clipped it to the lapel of her coat, then continued on once cleared. Making her way then into the main chamber, the spectacle of the man's near naked body hanging by his wrists, suspended across the central aisle by cables reaching to opposite rails of the upper floor gallery, she couldn't believe her eyes.
Moving to her as she slowed, the suited agent that had called her earlier began filling her in. "This morning, about five, page comes into this chamber to begin setting up for the day and finds," he turned and motioned up to the hanging victim. "Our senator. He calls security and they've got him in their office now, undergoing questioning. So far, we've got very little except for that symbol in his chest and no apparent cause of death."
"Sniffer droids find anything?"
"Waiting on a report from the analyst now."
Hazel eyes remained fixed on the bloody symbol as she closed another few steps, craning her neck upward to the older man's body. "Once they've gotten all they can from the cables and those rails, cut him down. I need to take a closer look at that symbol."
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Magge
03-12-2016, 06:28 AM
After some time walking around the scene herself, Ilana eventually headed back toward the grand foyer, now that the body of the senator had been taken down and was being transported to the coroner's office at the police station. Few clues really stuck out to her so far and she hoped that the body might divulge something that could help them catch this man's killer. Seated in the back of her speeder, the driver now following the ambulance away from the senate building, she began going through the senator's messages, both private and work related. A couple things had already been flagged by one of her analysts at the NRIS headquarters and as she read, few things stood out until she reached the first.
Kort had been working with another senator on a mining deal in the Dathomir system, looking to cut out the local population with a large mining corporation and their vessels which the Nightsisters had none. The ancient witches had no use for technology and relied on contractors coming to them for recruits which allowed Kort and his accomplice to have the run of the moons over Dathomir. Apparently someone found out, she mused. Subsequent messages dealt with planning and eventual convoy of ships headed there to the Outer Rim system, though little else followed since. She knew from other cases that she had worked that mining took time as surveyors had to find good spots to begin digging. The moons however had a long reputation of being rich in various ores needed for durasteel which was highly prized in various things from ship hulls to armor to shipping crates.
But, she knew there was more to this than a mining dispute.
Arriving at the police station, she stepped from the vehicle's back door, nodding to her bodyguard and continued inside. Heels clicked off of the polished tile floor as she moved past uniformed officers and other suited investigators, all glancing at her badge and soon after allowing her to continue. As she slipped her datapad into her jacket pocket, Ilana pushed open the door to the cooler, stale air, hazel eyes fell on the newly arrived body as both coroner and medical droid began working.
"Can I help you," the older male doctor asked impatiently as he surveyed the body.
"Not yet, unless you already know how and why he died. Otherwise, I'm just here to observe."
Glancing at her askance, his disapproving glare told her a lot about this man. Turning back, he shook his head. "I'll send your office my findings when I'm done." He leaned in as the droid did it's initial scans before cleaning the carved symbol. "In the meantime, nice meeting you."
"Nice meeting you too," she replied, not moving as she suspected he wished her to. Moving to her right, she squinted slightly to make out the seemingly ragged symbol, but nothing immediately came to mind.
Raising the right arm to examine the marks on the wrist, the doctor remained undeterred. "That was your cue to leave, in case I wasn't clear."
"That's what I figured it meant," she pulled out her datapad once more and began typing an encrypted message to her analyst on this case. :Begin researching Dathomiri symbology and recorded murders: Clicking off of the link, she sighed and resumed watching the investigation, returning the slender computer to her pocket.
"I'll need to ask who you are before I allow you to remain," more tension in his voice this time as he sighed and straightened, glaring at her.
Returning the heated stare, "Chief of State's official advisor on matters that concern him, such as a murdered senator in the republic's capital." Hands on hips, "Look, we can do this all day but the sooner you get your investigation done, then sooner I can be out of your hair."
Drawing in a deep breath, he sighed audibly and shook his head, then went to work.
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:26:23 GMT
Alizabeth Moroveston
03-12-2016, 09:16 PM
It had been several months since her dance with the Sith on Munto Codru and Alizabeth was grateful to finally be back at work. Tal was back to his station and had made her promise not to leave the planet again without notifying him first. She wasn't sure what her superiors would think, but she had promised.
Now back in the building she hadn't realized she missed, till she thought she wouldn't be there again, Liz was heading to the archives to drop off some data files for someone when she was stopped by a couple security guards.
"This hall is off limits till further notice." One said, the other nodding in agreement as if the two of them in unison was somehow a greater deterrent. "Use the lift and go around if you want the archives."
She glanced over their shoulders and saw the coroner bots heading out the other way with a body on a lift between them. A woman followed behind who obviously wasn't a doctor. Glancing back at the guards, she turned and headed the other way fast enough to pick up her pace, but not enough to run.
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Several minutes later, data sticks deposited where they should be, she found herself downstairs peering into the coroner's window. It wasn't off limits to students and interns, so she wouldn't be in trouble for being there. And she was technically being left to her own devices for the rest of the day because the secretary she ran errands for had been sent home because of a tragedy in the building. It didn't take a hyperspace technician to figure out that this body was the reason most were being cleared from the building for the day.
But she wasn't one to run from a mystery. And given she had run from enough in the last five years to pretty much fill her quota for life, she took a deep breath and stepped inside the door as the autopsy began. The woman she had seen earlier seemed to be making notes on a datapad as the doctor continued his exam.
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Magge
03-13-2016, 10:30 AM
Spending over an hour in the examiner's lab, Ilana kept mental notes of everything that piqued her interest and so far there was little to go on. Nothing yet had come back from her office, so she assumed that the Dathomiri were very elusive or at least their contractors were tight lipped. Either way, she could tell that the coroner was about done as he went over several reports that the droid had given him as well as his own assessment, typing everything up in his report as the medical droid began sewing up the senator's chest.
Moving toward the coroner's desk, she slowed as he glanced her way. "So, cause of death?"
For the first time since they had met, the man seemed baffled as he finished his report, then linked the Intel office as well as the security office of the senate building their copies. Sighing, he slowly turned to her. "I've never seen anything like this before," his dark eyes glanced to the body. "His heart was compressed from all sides at once, almost like in a vice. Medically, there's no way that's even possible, especially with no external damage to the ribs or bruising. I'm at a loss." Rising from his chair, he switched his computer off and slowly moved back toward the examination table. "Toxicology report came back negative for anything beyond his prescribed medication, so," he shrugged.
Nodding, she knew from personal experience that there were those few in the galaxy that were capable of such things and as she thought about it, her eyes gravitated to the brunette seated in the gallery above. Not recognizing her, Ilana turned to face the senator. "Thanks." Moving toward the exit, "Make sure no one else learns of this until you're told otherwise."
"I understand," he replied.
Making her way to the stair down the hallway, she quickly climbed up to the private viewing gallery and noticed the only other witness to their discussion. "Hi," Ilana greeted, trying to keep the girl from running or going on the defensive. "Your name?"
Last edited by Maggewetok; 03-21-2016 at 12:54 PM.
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:27:36 GMT
Liz
03-13-2016, 01:35 PM
Liz had only entered the gallery out of boredom and a desire to see what had happened. But when she turned on the speaker and started listening, her curiosity rose higher.
Moving to a seat closest to the plasglass dome, she pulled the small recorder from her pocket and made idle notes.
Marks on chest
Who would make them?
(not fatal/post mortem)
Fit for age
No drugs
Heart crushed from inside
"Crushed from inside?" She whispered absently to herself as the two below said their goodbyes. "The Sith... maybe... but why?" She bit her lip and sat back thinking. "And why?" She tried to remember what office the man had come from. She would head back to see. If she could maybe figure out who he was...
She had slid the recorder in her pocket and was halfway to the door when the woman from downstairs opened the door and asked her name. "Senate Intern, Alizabeth Moroveston, Ma'am." She was dressed in her work attire, knee length skirt, and light colored shirt under matching jacket which was unbuttoned from her getting comfortable leaning on the plasglass. Her hair was down but pushed absently back behind her ears revealing two scars on her cheeks, both nearly from ear to jawline. They were relatively fresh, perhaps only a month old, and her makeup did nothing to hide them. There was another scar over her right eye, equally fresh, across her temple. And despite the weather, the shirt under her jacket came all the way to her neck, unlike most interns who preferred more risqué blouses under their work clothes.
"I was just watching. I heard you tell the Doc not to mention anything to anyone. I promise I won't either." She stood confident, also very un-intern like, before the woman. Either she had a lot of nerve, or it took more than authoritive figures to make the twenty something year old squirm.
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Magge
03-14-2016, 06:08 PM
Ilana memorized the girl's face, scars as well as her name, committing them to memory as she had been taught. Glancing to the long windowed wall that looked down into the examination room, she knew that most any curious onlooker could have been recording that whole scene. Hazel eyes returned to Alizabeth. "The doctor understands that non-disclosure is part of his job. You on the other hand..." Legally there was little she could do outside of putting this girl on house arrest for some trumped up charge, but that wasn't going to serve anyone right now. Nodding, she relaxed.
"I need you to understand that with the gravity of this whole situation, I don't want to see any of this on the newsnet. I need to catch a killer without a media circus in the way," lips pursed, she sighed. "Mind if I ask how you got those scars?"
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:29:13 GMT
Liz
03-14-2016, 07:08 PM
Liz's head nearly shook itself off as she responded. "No, Ma'am. I wouldn't dream of sharing with anyone. I swear!" She hadn't even considered the possibility. Even before the woman had walked in she had been trying to figure out how she could look into the odd marking without setting off alarms all over the system.
"I understand the gravity as well, Ma'am. I give you my word. And anything I find, I can give to you, personally if you desire." Though it just dawned on her she didn't know who the woman was by name. Merely that she was important and was often seen coming from places Liz had no clearance level for, yet. The fact she was overseeing the autopsy just confirmed her importance around here.
Then the woman asked about the scars and her hand rose to her cheek. If the woman was watching, she'd notice a slight change in Liz's confidence. Her eyes filled with fear a moment at the memory but then she took a deep, ragged breath and smiled. The grin wasn't quite a genuine one and her eyes certainly weren't happy. "Please... don't tell anyone. Most around here think it an accident while on vacation." The plea in her voice was almost a beg.
"I am sure you would find out, so there is no point in lieing. I was used as a pawn to get to High Commander Kote." She clenched her fists to keep her jaw from tightening. "I was on an envoy mission and the shuttle went down on Munto Codru for repairs. I was taken by a Sith named Jack. He tortured me to get Commander Kote to come to my rescue." The blush on her cheeks was real as she looked down at her hands and slowly unfolded them. Small crescent moons from her nails were imprinted on her palms. Even now, Jack was able to mark her.
She looked back with a bit more calm in her features. "It was the perfect trap. Commander Kote came but it was nearly too late. I suffered broken ribs, a broken nose..." she sighed and shook her head. "Needless to say, I haven't been around for the last few months because I was recovering."
Realizing the woman would surely delve into her background to see if the story was true, she sighed in resignation. "And I am sure you will also find, when you research that bit of information, that several years ago I was the Diplomat for the Accords that was kidnapped on Drunkenwell before the war." She knew that story was in more places than she cared to count. She was, however, grateful that the places where the most horrific of the details of her escape, return and injuries, were left where the tabloids hadn't been able to reach them.
She shrugged and nodded. "I've been through and seen enough that if you need any help on this," she nodded to the body down in the room below, "I would be happy to help. But I understand if you would rather I didn't." She pulled her recording device from her pocket and held it on her open palm. "This is what I recorded. No one else was in the room. My thoughts on what I heard are there as well." She offered the stick to the woman. She, herself, wouldn't be able to pursue it much without permission. But there was no reason her notes might not help others.
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Magge
03-19-2016, 07:08 AM
Now she recognized this one, as Ilana listened to the story and other facts of the case that had recently been closed had come across her desk. Being that Tal Kote was involved also made it a priority as well as how foolish it was for the lead commander of the military to go out on a rescue mission on his own. She could've shot Tal herself for that mistake. Mandalorian or not, he wasn't a one man army and those that had lured him in proved that quite well.
Taking the datapad, she perused the notes taken and knowing how thorough holojournalists were about their job, she erased all but the symbol on the senator's chest. Handing it back, "If you've been cleared by the doctors to be on duty, then perhaps I could use your help," she began, slender, tanned hands now slipped into her jacket pockets. "There was a mining deal that the senator was involved in. I'd like to know more about that. Perhaps dig for information on his motions or votes in the senate for mining in Dathomir and anything else pertaining to that." Knowing this could possibly get the intern in trouble, "You need to be careful while doing this in the archives, but if anyone asks, you're working for the Chief of State on a personal matter." Backing from the observation room, Ilana walked into the hallway and ensured that they were alone as she then dug out a card with nothing but a frequency number on it, then handed it to Alizabeth. "This is a number to the investigators, just pass on whatever you find to them."
Leaving out that the 'investigators' were her own analysts using a front for this case, Ilana moved to leave the intern as she had other business beyond the archives in the senate building. "Okay?"
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:30:17 GMT
Liz
03-19-2016, 04:25 PM
Liz nodded as woman handed her back her datapad.
"Find out what I can about the Dathomir mining agenda. Yes, ma'am." The intern bobbed her head once more as she took the card handed to her. Her face smiling in acknowledgment.
"Yes, Ma'am. I will let them know. And I will be discrete. You have my word on it." She watched the exotic woman leave and smiled. She slid the card into her jacket pocket and smiled. It was good to be back at work, and she was glad she wasn't being dressed down for putting Tal in danger. She had done that plenty to herself.
Taking one last look down into the autopsy room, Liz departed and headed for the office she worked in.
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Glad the secretary was gone, she immediately decided this was the best day to begin looking. With most of the staff gone, a bound and determined intern in the archives overworking herself wouldn't be out of the question. And she had a cover story already in place.
Taking the symbol and sending it to her secure private comm channel, she then cleared the data memory so there was nothing there. She then tapped a query for current votes up in the Senate and the Senators involved. Using a few more filters, she managed to get the mining talks on Dathomir on the top of the list and the now dead Senator's name was there.
Taking her pad, the woman turned from the office and headed for the archives. If she could learn about the Senator before his death was officially announced, no one would think anything of it. She'd have to do most of the digging from the comm in the office, but the Senate meeting minutes were in the archives.
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Magge
03-20-2016, 07:07 AM
Now with an inside person on the job and an avenue to keep an eye on her, Ilana headed downstairs and made her way to the security station in the immense senate building. Investigators and uniformed security still filling the various halls and main lobby, she let them do their jobs and soon entered the secure cluster of offices. Scrutinized again for her ident card, Ilana passed the initial group of security and made her way to the room aside the interrogation room. Darker, she noted the bank of computer monitors and recording equipment as a trio of faces glanced her way as the door closed.
"Your security cameras caught none of this murder," she inquired, glancing to the lone page still languishing in the room alone, sweat soaking his clothing.
"Set on a constant loop that we had to repair," one of the suited men informed. "They accessed it in the computer room down in the basement, but still not sure how they got in. No ident cards were logged in as going through the door, and there's no evidence of any tampering on the control panel outside it."
"Air conditioning ducts?"
He shook his head, glasses reflecting the console light and that from the room beyond the one-way glass.
"Tunneling up through the floor?"
"No, ma'am."
Hazel eyes turned to the page seated at the other side of the white table. "So, did they access the cameras remotely through a trunk line?"
"We've had droids scouring every inch of that room and any access points like that, even in the sewers which no one bigger than a womprat could get in. Nothing."
Nodding quietly, she sighed and left them soon after. Time to now talk to the experts back at the Intel headquarters.
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:31:19 GMT
Liz
03-20-2016, 11:57 AM
Liz smiled and nodded to the few security guards and other members in the building as she made her way to the archives. Swiping her ident card, she stepped into the room and tapped the door shut.
Moving to the back console, she set her datapad down and set to work.
Looking up the list of votes currently open on the Senate floor was easy. It was pretty standard and recorded in each of the Senate sessions. Figuring out each Senators' placing in those votes was another matter. She slipped her ear piece from her pocket and slid it in, keying it to the comm frequency and set down to making notes of each of the sessions involving the Darthomir mining agenda.
**
She had been there about an hour, had been through three sessions of the senate and had about four to go when a guard came in on rounds.
"Afternoon, need to do an id check please." He held his hand out for her card which she obligingly gave over. "Ms Moroveston, you aren't supposed to be in the building. All interns and non essential personnel were sent home early." He handed the card back. He wasn't being rude, much to her surprise, more concerned as if something were wrong with her staying.
"I know they said we had the rest of the day off, but I wasn't told we had to leave the building. Just stay out of the wings marked off limits." She slid the card back in her pocket and tapped a hold place in the recordings in case he made her leave. "I'm almost ready for my Ambassadorship promotion trials and I really wanted to get an edge up on the others. You understand? I figured if I knew what the agendas were and who was partaking in them, I could answer questions with more detail than my peers. Please," she smiled and while she knew the scars cost her points from her charm ability of a few years ago, she hoped she hadn't lost the skill completely. "Just a couple hours. I promise I won't look into anything restricted."
The guard frowned a moment till the smile lit her face up. He was a sucker for a pretty face, and the ident card confirmed his suspicion of who she was. Not many other interns had those marks on their faces. It wasn't open conversation, but everyone knew about the intern kidnapped by the Sith and General Kote's sending a rescue party for her. Apparently the Republic left no one behind. It was a nice to know she was ok, but... "All right, just till my next round. All right? Then you have to go." She was rewarded by a smile back from him and a hand on the shoulder. He couldn't exactly tell her he was glad she was back. It was supposed to be one of those things that was a secret, which of course meant it was gossip all over the Senate building.
"Thanks... I appreciate it." She set the chrono on her wrist. "There, I will be gone before you come back. I really do appreciate this."She smiled and while she twitched slightly at his touch, she didn't jump out of her chair. To her, that was progress in and of itself.
The man fnished his rounds of the comms and terminals in the room then departed with a final good bye. Tapping her ear peace once more, Liz went back to making copeuous notes and hoping she could find a clue.
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Magge
03-21-2016, 01:12 PM
Arriving back at the Intel substation only three blocks from the senate building, Ilana strode from their vehicle in the covered parking garage to the turbolift, overhead sensors verifying the identity of everyone before allowing access to the lift's panel. Touching the UP button, her assigned detail waited with her as she went over more messages beamed to her from the team now assigned to the murder. Sniffer droids had found something, though unexplainable to anyone that didn't understand the Force.
Making her way to the large, dimly lit office space within the heart of the large building, Ilana meandered past agents, secretaries and their cubicles until reaching the assigned team. Glancing to their techie, "So, explain the strange energy readings on the carpet and nearby chairs."
Blue eyes rose to the director, dark hair askew from long hours at his desk poring over the data, "Never seen anything like it, but researched origins of the frequency and discovered something unique," he informed, then turned to his bank of monitors. Pointing to a graph adorned with a host of colors, "Normal people give off this range here," his forefinger motioned to the mid-range of lines. "Who or whatever was responsible for hanging the senator up there is here," his finger moved to the right and upward, following the contour of the extreme rise.
"It's rare to find anything that high," the team's supervisor added, now standing to her right and behind the seated presenter. "But, there was one other incident on file," he glanced to her, leaving any details unsaid and she suddenly recalled the day that he was referring to.
"There is," Rylie turned, his head craning upward now.
"Keep working and see if there's anywhere else that the droids may have picked up a faint register and maybe didn't compile it with this one." Ilana directed, then turned to the supervisor and the remaining three members of the team. "Anything else?"
"Still working on the symbol, ma'am," one of the two females in the team stated, her long red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. "Though I think we may have a lead on that. Need more time to make sure though."
Nodding, she turned to leave them, "Alright, keep me informed."
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:32:35 GMT
Liz
03-24-2016, 02:49 PM
Alizabeth scanned through the information as good as she could in the short time she had. She was just exiting the room when the guard came around the corner nearly an hour later. She smiled and nodded and took off the other direction, not wanting to answer questions.
She headed back to the office she had a desk in the corner of and started sorting her notes on her private data pad. She used her work station comp to confirm basic info that was accessible without the clearances needed in the archives.
It was nearly three hours since she had met the woman in the autopsy gallery when she tapped the desk comm and keyed in the password and code given. Once she was identified, she gave the information she had.
Seemed the Senator wanted the mines inspected because of local rumors they were unstable and played out. The Senate was pushing for the rights because of the mineral needed and more inspections could delay that. The representatives from Dathomir claimed the Senator was just mad his own personal mines hadn't been considered for the contracts and was asking for him to he excused from the votes on bias.
Alizabeth went on to explain that she didn't think that was the senators motivation since his own mines were meager and couldn't have supported the contract levels the Senate was needing. Though no one who wasn't personal with the Senator would know that his holdings were so small. Which is why the Dathomir Rep was raising such a stink. Alizabeth ended her report by suggesting that something was wrong with the Dathomir mines and the dead Senator had either figured it out, or was making others think enough to be threat.
She finished and disconnected the comm. Something didn't feel right to her. If the dead man had been right, killing him would raise suspicions. So why kill him now? There were two possibilities that played in her mind. One was that the Dathomir Representative had panicked the Senate would approve the inspections and had silenced the Senator in hopes of making it fall through. Or...
She frowned, someone killed the Senator hoping it would look that way and the Senate would be forced to make the inspections assuming foul play.
So the question was, if inspections were done and something wrong was discovered... who would benefit? She kicked off her shoes, pulled her hair back into a quick messy knot to get it off her neck, tucked her feet under her and went back to work on the thoughts in her head.
Twenty minutes later she was sitting her chair, legs curled under her as if reading a favorite book and her jacket tossed on the edge of the desk. Anyone coming in would see her shoulders and upper neck covered in old and fresh scars. The fresher ones not to terrible, but the old ones peaked from under the sleeveless shirt like whip marks. Once in front of her, the electrocution burn marks on her upper arms would be visible and the scars on her neck and shoulder from the beating would be thin lines of healing shine that gave reason to her high and tight clothing she normally wore.
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Magge
03-26-2016, 11:59 AM
Seated at her desk, Ilana dealt with other intel coming at her from various cells working on other parts of the galaxy, keeping her in the loop with their own investigations as well as agents in the field. There was so much for her to deal with in one day that it amazed her sometimes how much information she was able to process and remember. Some would be driven into a sanitarium trying to do her job, and she had been doing this for several years already. Habit, she mused and soon closed out those files not dealing with a murdered senator. Calls had been made to her by high ranking members in Adrian's office and given what she could afford to release at this point, which was little.
Though she was starting to see a clearer picture with each tidbit that had come her way so far. A Force user was in the city and though she couldn't prove affiliation, she had a feeling that they were either Sith or a Dathomiri witch. All she had to do was prove it and then find them. Not an enviable task for anyone that knew anything about those two groups.
Tapping her password into a list of files, she gained Alizabeth's com frequency and dialed it, then waited. Once she heard the girl's voice, "Have anything yet?"
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:33:43 GMT
Liz
03-26-2016, 05:41 PM
Liz had been putting notes in her personal pad as she scanned through the files on her terminal. When her comm went off, she tapped it and responded absently, "Intern Moroveston." When she heard the woman's voice ask what she had, she sat up and blushed then relaxed realizing the woman on the other end wouldn't know she didn't have her jacket on.
"Ma'am. I left word with the number you gave me. But in a nutshell, seems the Senator wanted a probe into the mines before the Senate approved of their acquisition. But I am not sure if someone killed him because they wanted to stop the inquiry, or to be sure it happened. I am still trying to figure out who benefited from their loss, rather than their gain, to the Republic." She flicked her finger over her datapad and read from her notes. "It seems the Representative from Dathomir was quite adamant the appropriation and documents get sealed as soon as possible. But from what I see, more and more people were beginning to side with the Senator on the need for a full evaluation." She frowned. "Which doesn't make any sense, because the Senator was the one to initiate the proposition?" She reread her words and frowned. "Ma'am this doesn't make sense. I have been researching the matter since I made my report. The Senator wanted this proposition. In fact, it seems he initiated it. But for the life of me," her voice trailed off as she paused half in thought.
"Ma'am, something changed his mind. But there is not a record of it in the Senate Proceedings. It must be in his private files. Something that made him change from all out for to suddenly questioningly against." She fell silent as she went back over what she was discovering. Something wasn't right here and suddenly she had more questions than she had at the beginning.
Frowning at her notes, or lack of, on the mark, she shook her head, forgetting it wouldn't be seen. "Sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean to ramble. But this isn't adding up now." She was staring at a puzzle, but felt like all the pieces hadn't been emptied from the box. This wasn't just a simple murder, there was something being manipulated on a broader scale and she intended to find out what it was.
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Magge
03-27-2016, 08:00 AM
As she listened, a blinking blue light on her obsidian desk denoted a message which she clicked on, keeping her attention to the intern's report as hazel eyes soon took in the symbol that had been identified finally. "Vengeance" was noted beneath it and it didn't take long for her to figure out who the murderer was, or at least who sent them.
"No, that's okay," she returned her full attention to the image hovering above her desk, her own bust being transmitted to Alizabeth to the holoprojector. "I was just sent a message with the symbol that was carved. Do you have a weapon? If not, you need to get one immediately." Straightening in her high backed, black leather chair, she keyed in a message to the security branch of Intel and requested two agents to now shadow the intern.
"I'm going to need you to keep all this between us," she stated. "Your life may be in danger, so anything suspicious, I need you to contact me again and make sure you either remain in your apartment with the doors locked, or if you're in public, keep to well lit and populated areas."
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:34:57 GMT
Liz
03-27-2016, 01:09 PM
Liz had tapped the comm when the chime alerted her to the call, but as the projection appeared, her own was returned with an unconscious tap of a finger. Her hair was tussled from fingers running thru it and the burns on her upper arms would be visible as well as several other scars on her arms and shoulders.
When the woman asked if she had a weapon, her lip slid between her teeth for a brief moment before she replied. "I don't have one. The never reissued it when I came back last year." She didn't mention that she hadn't pursued the matter despite Tal's own insistence she start carrying one. Suddenly she could see his frown at hearing she might be in danger. "I have someplace safe I can go." She wondered how many would try to get to her at the High General's place.
"But chances are I will remain here. I have a locker in the woman's shower in the gym with a spare set of clothes." She suddenly wasn't sure she could trouble Tal with this. She was sure he had enough on his plate from the trouble she knew he had stirred up coming to her own rescue without telling anyone. Perhaps staying in the Senate Building was her best choice. She would just tell him she wasn't coming tonight and was busy.
"Can I ask what you think is going on or what I should be looking for?" She mentally shook herself and returned to the business at hand. "And tell me what I can do. How can I help figure this out?" It never crossed her mind that a warning on her life probably meant she shouldn't be doing anything.
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Magge
04-02-2016, 04:52 AM
Staying in the senate building wasn't the best idea, she mused and as the intern inquired as to further investigations, the director was already satisfied with what she had gained. "No, I need you to go home. Our killer already knows the ins and outs of that building, so it would be best if you weren't there. Precautions." Ilana also knew that if this killer had any idea that they were involved, and if it was a Dathomiri witch, there was no telling what she was capable of. "You've done enough for me already. Thank you." Shifting in her seat, the ebon haired Saami leaned in, "If anything else comes up, I'll let you know. For now, just go home and get some rest."
Once they said their goodbyes, Ilana turned off the holoprojector and pushed herself up. There was still a lot to do before she could rest. Still being only midday, Ilana rounded her large desk and headed out of her office. Mind racing through what they knew so far, she had little to go on beyond small clues which only pointed to one possible perpetrator. However, Dathomiri witches were pretty easy to pick out of a crowd and with that she continued toward the turbolift. Taking out her comlink once more, "Port Authority security office."
"Yes ma'am, hold please." The droid switched her to the desired office, "Go ahead."
"What can I do for you," the male voice inquired distractedly.
"Need you to check footage for the past two weeks and see if there've been any Dathomiri females arrive lately."
A long pause. "Not sure what one looks like. They that different from any other?"
"Usually dressed in heavier robes of maroon or red, black facial tattoos. Typically loners and very hateful of men."
He chuckled, "Sounds like my ex-wife." Moving from a tile floor to a carpeted one, she imagined his path. "I'll see what I can find, but may take some time."
"Thanks, Marvin."
"Not a problem."
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:36:05 GMT
Liz
04-02-2016, 07:54 PM
"I will, Ma'am... hope you get some rest as well. I will have my comm handy if you need anything." Goodbyes were exchanged, Alizabeth nodded, and disconnected the comm. It dawned on the dark haired Representative she had no idea the contact woman's name. She would ask her tomorrow.
She finished setting her notes in order so anyone wondering what she had been doing here all day could verify her studies into the various proceedings happening in the Senate and those items on the table for the vote. Giving the mining info the same short synop she gave the rest, to keep it hidden, she logged out of her station. Nearly three more hours had elapsed and she stretched while deciding a good meal and sleep would do her good.
Sliding her jacket back on and making sure no scars were showing in the reflection of plasglass, she headed out the door. Once to her vehicle, she tapped in the code for Tal and left him a message she was going home tonight and would see him for breakfast. They hadn't spent a night apart since their incident, but she knew if this was happening, surely he would be busy as well. Once the culprits were apprehended, or at least identified, surely there would be hell to pay for the direct attack on the Senate. That would mean military... that would mean Tal. Going home tonight gave him leeway to do what he needed without her hovering.
When she got home and set her things down, she had a quick bite, thinking to take a short nap and then get up and change, shower and eat a good meal before bed.
Laying on the couch in her skirt and blouse, jacket tossed over the nearby chair, shoes kicked off at the door, she let her hair down and collapsed. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep. And without realizing it, darkness had fallen but the alarm hadn't been set on her chrono. The next time it chimed it would signal getting up for work the next day.
As night deepened, Alizabeth fell deep enough to sleep to not even care how hungry she had been.
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Magge
04-03-2016, 07:39 AM
Taking a moment to head to the breakroom in the Intel headquarters, Ilana mused over everything that had happened already this morning, still on edge about the senator's murder as well as several other new developments on the war front. Trying her best to keep all of it manageable, she had to divert her mind to other, less strenuous subjects for a moment. Take time to breathe. Moving to the long counter, she began pouring herself a cup of tea, others seated at various tables and going over briefs or watching the latest news on the holoprojector mounted to the far wall. Dialing her comlink with her left hand, she raised it to her ear and waited for the answer.
"Hey, Aunt Maggie," Cymbrecia greeted. "What's up?"
Smiling at hearing the girl's voice, "Not much, just wanted to check in, see how things were going."
"You know, work is work," the deadpan reply, typical for Cabrin's daughter. "Keep waiting for a gunfight to break out or something."
Ilana chuckled, turning and leaned on the counter as she took a sip of her tea. "Hoping you might be able to avoid any more of that for a long while."
"Eh, sometimes you need a little excitement in your life."
"Rather you never have to go through that again," her genuine statement borne of watching this girl grow up and just glad that she was safe. "Love you."
Cymbrecia sighed, "Yeah, I know. Love you too." A short pause, "Heard anything from dad yet?"
"No. He's in the field right now, so I won't hear anything until they get back. I'm sure he's fine; he's good at his job."
"Hmm," the bored teenager was too like her father. "Think he'd let me join the military too?"
That was unexpected. "Not sure, should talk to him when he gets back. You really want to do that?"
"I don't know," she sighed. "Just need something more than stocking shelves at this place, you know? Working on bikes is cool, but..."
"Yeah, I understand. You're too much like your parents," Ilana smiled. "Though, that's not a bad thing. Sure you wouldn't like to get into something mechanical or technical?"
"Yeah, I guess," Cymbrecia replied, a bit deflated. "I know somewhat about ships and stuff, but... just don't want to end up where I was before."
"You're a lot wiser now and you've always got me and your dad here, so you're not alone. I'll do anything I can to help you out. I'm just glad that you and your dad have a chance to get to know one another. Sure he's not going to want you gone again."
"Yeah. I'll figure it out."
"You've got time, no need in rushing into anything." She could tell that her adopted niece wasn't going to sit long, she could hear it in her voice already.
"Alright, well I've got to go. Boss's glaring at me."
"See you later then."
"See ya."
Clicking off, Ilana then noticed her comlink blinking and touched the answer button. "Yes?"
"Ma'am, have a team heading to the intern's address. Her detail hasn't checked in," the deputy director informed.
"Alright," Ilana replied, now back in business mode as she set her tea back down on the counter and rushed from the breakroom. "Have them be cautious. This one we're looking for has Force abilities."
"I'll pass that on."
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:37:04 GMT
Liz
04-03-2016, 08:28 PM
Something woke Liz and she found herself stretching as she realized how late it had gotten. "Wow... guess I was more tired than I thought." She murmured, half laughing as she got up to change and fix something to eat.
Less than thirty min later, the young Representative was standing barefoot in her kitchen. Her hair in a ponytail, t-shirt and leggings on and making herself dinner. She was absently humming along with some music playing on her entertainment set in the other room when something caught her ear. Leaving her supper on the counter, she headed for the living room. The sound came from her door this time and she went to see who was there. "Tal?" She called out as her voice and demeanor rose. He had access to her place and was probably coming to surprise her.
A couple feet from the door, it was pushed open and the elation on the brunette's face faded. There was a woman, clad in robes Alizabeth didn't recognize. She had a look she could only describe as feral on her face.
"You are a nosy little thing, aren't you?" She sneered to Liz who found herself backing up till her legs bumped into the couch. "Now, let's see if we can't end your little investigative streak... shall we?" She lunged and Liz managed to gather herself quick enough to move and startle the witch.
Liz ran towards the kitchen hoping to reach a weapon of some sort when her shirt was grabbed and yanked hard enough to trip her backwards. She landed on her bottom and rolled towards the living room again. Perhaps if she could reach her comm in her jacket pocket.... The thought had her rolling to her knees and scrambling on all fours towards her jacket on the chair across the room.
"Oh no you don't, little imp." The witch grabbed Liz's hair by the ponytail and pulled back and up as if reining in some misbehaving mount.
Liz reared back up on her knees and her hands reflexively went to the woman's wrists to ease the pressure on her hair. A scream fell from her lips as fear and confusion finally took hold as well.
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Magge
04-10-2016, 06:33 AM
Flying through the city streets, the black SUV's red and blue lights flashed for people to get out of the way as Ilana sat in the back seat, her eyes glued to the small datapad in her hands. The view from the scene commander's helmet as they neared the apartment belonging to the intern soon showed them nearing the building and stop. She knew that their potential target was adept at magic, so this was going to be tough, but they had to potentially save one of their own. Positioning a sniper team on a nearby rooftop, the apartment was soon in full view of the team now in overwatch and using thermal sights, soon caught the chase through the apartment.
"Do we have a kill order," the sniper asked.
"Ensure that the target is the Force user and not Miss Moroveston," the commander stated as the team raced into the lobby of the building.
"Copy."
This vehicle wasn't moving fast enough, she mused and in hindsight, she knew an air unit would've been better, had they been immediately available. "Get eyes and ears on as soon as we can," she commanded the sensor team still in the speeder truck now parked in the street.
"Probe up and moving up to the apartment level now."
"Hold on Alizabeth, we're coming," she whispered, chiding herself for getting the intern involved in the first place.
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:41:54 GMT
Liz
04-10-2016, 03:33 PM
With no idea help was so close, Liz kept battling with her own survival in mind.
As the witch yanked back on her hair, trying to pull her to the space between the living and dining rooms, the dark haired captive managed to grab one of the small statues of a heavy metal composition from the table and swing towards her captor. It wasn't exactly aimed so much as a twist of her body and hope that it would strike something vital. Unfortunately, the woman had been waiting. Without hesitation, the statue was intercepted and pulled from Liz's hand and tossed to the side. The hand came back and landed a blow hard enough to set the Senate Rep back on her backside and once more grasping for the witch's hand still tight twined in her long hair.
Another scream fell as Liz hoped one of her neighbors or someone would hear.
Once in the open space the witch dropped Liz without warning and she fell on her back clutching her head. Something in the back of her mind told her no simple pain pill would rid her of the headache she now had from the near scalping. She was taking a precious second to catch her breath as the cloaked figure moved around to stand over her with a small energy hand blade in her hand. The stranger pushed back her hood and Alizabeth saw eyes that were beautiful enough to capture her attention even in the dire situation she was in.
As their eyes met, the witch began whispering something. She drew the knife up and was poised to pounce down on the Rep. But as her eyes closed a moment just before her fall towards Liz, her pretty suddenly rolled to her side and the energy blade gouged the floor where it burned a nice hole. Liz took no more than a heartbeat to roll to her feet and once more try and make a break for the door.
The scream of rage behind her seemed almost inhuman. She was just about around the far side of the couch and almost to the door when something happened. Questioned later, she probably wouldn't be able to explain, but the door slammed shut, despite the latch being broken, and Liz found herself frozen in place.
"Stop..." The voice was in her head or ears, she wasn't sure. But there was no choice but to obey. She stood there, eyes closed, trying to force her body to move. Opening eyes as round and scared as a small womprat about to be struck by an Xwing, she watched the witch approach her, blade in one hand, other hand outstretched towards her. "You will tell me what you and the others know of the Senator's death."
The compulsion to respond pushed at the woman's mind and she felt her mouth about to respond. Gritting her teeth a moment, Liz tried to fill her head with other thoughts she began rambling but as the witch drew closer, the words became more forced, more strained, and random thoughts were harder and harder to grasp. "He took me, the pain was incredible. He...mmmm he burned me and branded.... me... He....noooo.... please..." she tried to refocus. "Senate building... he was hun... nooooo... there was a mark.... it.... mmmmm.... the pipes broke... water... UUHHHHHHHH!" Another scream tore from Liz's throat as tears fell down her cheeks. She couldn't stop herself. Screaming seemed the only way to keep herself from saying too much.
So she screamed again. The backhanded swing coming from the witch was seen and anticipated this time. Liz managed to block the blow but the energy dagger had been momentarily forgotten and a second later, searing pain made Liz bring her hands back to guard her body. The new burn mark on her hand made her realize that the blade wasn't as much to be feared as what the Sith had done to her. She wasn't cray enough to try and grab the energy weapon, that would cost her her hand, but as long as only slashings were made, she could survive this.
Something in the back of her mind told her if she survived this, Tal was going to kill her.
((If witch's abilities don't include stopping, and mind force, let me know... easily remedied without changing dialog))
Last edited by Alizabeth Moroveston; 04-23-2016 at 06:30 PM. Reason: Editing
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Magge
04-17-2016, 07:38 AM
Watching the fight unfold through the sniper's thermal camera, Ilana could tell immediately which of these two was the witch and didn't hesitate in acknowledging that fact. "That's her, the one standing over the other," she stated, then noticing the outline of the cold vase being ripped away from the table without a hand to hold it. "Take the shot."
"Copy," the sniper replied, then waited for the right moment to line up the head shot as the woman continued chasing Alizabeth around, the window being the best avenue for his bullet.
As they concentrated on the shot, the team rushed up the stairs, weapons up. Keeping other occupants inside their apartments, the team leader's breathing could be heard over the comms as they vaulted two steps at a time, angling their view up and around the bannister until reaching the target floor. "Approaching the door now," he stated.
With baited breath, Ilana glanced up to see the team's black vehicle parked ahead and knew that she would rather be taking this shot where the sniper was laid on the rooftop across from the apartment, but that wasn't her job anymore. Reaching the front of the building, she then turned her attention to another frequency as a second team was now landing on the rooftop. They were going to get this witch one way or another, she determined.
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Post by Admin on Oct 17, 2018 5:45:35 GMT
Liz
04-23-2016, 06:39 PM
The witch grabbed Liz's throat this time and between her strength and the fear of the dagger, Liz went to her knees. Hands grabbed the woman's wrist in reflex and the burn spiked with pain as the skin was flexed once more. "Noooo... please..." was all she could whimper as she felt the fingers tighten.
"Tell me... what I want.... to know..." The witch bore her look straight into the Intern's eyes and seemed to see what was inside her head. Liz heard the demand and this time, as if someone else were speaking, she wasn't able to disobey. As the words fell in choked whispers, she gave up what she knew.
The two women were in front of the double glass doors to Liz's balcony at this point. Liz on her knees, the witch standing over her with one hand on her throat, the other holding the dagger with obvious tension to make it strike home in the dark haired woman's pulsing throat. "So they know...." The whisper of the witch was filled with such vehemence that Liz almost felt it blow across her own skin.
White stars started to dance in her vision as her pulsed raced to try and keep her alive. The hand tightened and the smile returned to the woman's lips as she raised her hand. "Well, since they know already, there is no need to leave them a message." She laughed and kept Liz's eyes locked to hers as the blade rose to plunge into the helpless girl's neck.
As the blade began its downward arc, Alizabeth felt the world slow to the speed of a nearly halted holovid. She squeezed the woman's arm tighter, her fingers the only part of her she seemed to be able to move, and she screamed. She screamed loud, high, scared, and determined; as if the sound alone would save her.
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Liz
09-03-2016, 04:32 AM
<Thread ended due to Magge's absence>
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