There's no such thing as an off-duty Jedi cop. (A Nejaa Halcyon story)

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All together now. Postttttttt. Please.

 

Unlike speeder chases, interrogation is very much like what you see on the holo. A dingy gray room- I've never been in a police station where it's another color- two cops, or in my case a cop or two and a Jedi, one suspect, a light in his face, and a table with a glass of water just outside the suspect's reach. It isn't always like this, but it is often enough. Come to think of it, I think Centerpoint's interrogation room is brown. Tyrena's is sweltering hot. There were four of us in there, me, Mobur, Ross and bantha boy.

"Does the name Vox Chun mean anything to you?", Ross said in a how-can-I-help-you-sir kind of voice.
"You'd better tell us or we could make life- rough- for you." Mobur added. Good cop, bad cop. Old, but effective. "You see that guy over there?" Mobur asked BB, motioning to me, "He's a Jedi. He could-" The tiniest finger movement from me cut Mobur off- something we had worked out in advance.
Ross spoke again, "Don't worry. Nejaa wouldn't do anything to hurt- Mobur." Ross figeted with a pack of cigarras- none of us smoked, but we found some on the suspect, so added them to the "equipment"- our friend hadn't had a smoke in eight hours.
"Now tell us about Chun."
"He came to me in Coronet- in a little cantina off Treasure Ship Row. Dagren's. He was drinking Whyre-"
"Tell us SOMETHING IMPORTANT about Chun!" Mobur was back into full bad-cop mode. He slammed his fists on the table and got up to pace. But we had already gotten something important- Chun was on Corellia.
"He had this idea about- doing these things and blaming it on someone."
"What things?"
"Real nasty stuff. Rape, murder. He was seriously drunk at the time- I didn't take him seriously. Until the next morning." Corellian bars are open until sunup. From a police standpoint, it's a mixed blessing- the respectable people can see the drunks (not that they're not often the same people on different days) but bar-leavers are usually already hung over. Hung over people are a lot easier to deal with than drunks.
"What happened the next morning?"
"He had me take him to rent a speeder. I had forgotten about the murder talk. Then he gave me ten thousand. Cash."
"What for?"
"Hush money."

The rest of the session was fairly routine- he described Chun's speeder to us, talked about the bantha for a while, and so on. After he was escorted back to his cell, we talked.
"Was he telling the truth?"
"About Chun, yes." That's my usual job in interrogations- to be a human lie detector. The Force is much more reliable than a polygraph- I can tell when someone's lying and when they're just nervous.
Mobur stepped out first. "I'm putting an APB out on that rental. If Chun still has it, or tries to return it-"
Just then a dispatcher ran in. "We have a possible Surgeon event in progress-"
"Let's roll." Ross said, and the two of them grabbed their jackets- I had kept my Jedi robe on through the whole interrogation for maximum intimidation- and we were out the door.

 

Is anybody else getting flashbacks to Troops?

 

I've never seen "Troops", apart from the comic-book-style version at TF.N

 

I haven't even seen that.

 

I was going to finish this tonight, but the board went down mad.gif , and I'm too pooped now.

And I am now S.I.T.H.

 

Congrats. It is quite an accomplishment.

 

I've mentioned before that I hate cop speeders. But there is one thing I like about them- the POWER! Put your foot down and they GO! I was driving the lead unit of about-well, we left in 5 units with every officer in the station on board, but others were joining up as we screamed through the streets. Tyrena PD, surrounding towns, CorSec, even Corellia Traffic Patrol. We must have had fifty officers by the time we arrived at the house.
Not that it was all adrenaline for me. Or Hal. We left without knowing WHERE this was going down- our Force senses were necessary to zero in on the focal point of the pain and fear we were feeling. Most Jedi either are born very sensitive to this, or are never much more aware of it than other sentients, but in my chosen line of work I've worked at sharpening my sense of evil. Hal, on the other hand, has been deeply sensitive to the presence of pain and suffering his whole life; the greatest challenge of my life has been to teach him to put that in a mental "box" so he can still function. Pride overcame my sense of foreboding when I saw in the corner of my eye how well he was doing.
It took us less than five minutes to find an abandoned warehouse; the evil presence was spiking in my brain. "This is it." I said. Valin nodded. Mobur reached for the radio.
"Move in."
I drew my lightsaber. Ross, Mobur, and Alchra were right behind me, blasters ready. Behind them were those 50 or so cops. Mobur stepped forward, pounded on the door, and yelled "POLICE!" The sense of evil in my mind changed to fear. The sense of fear I had been getting changed to relief, but was fading fast. I spoke in my comlink, "Roll an ambulance." I ignited my lightsaber and cut through the lock like butter. About ten of us charged in.
"FREEZE!" Corny, I admit, but what else are you suppsed to say?
"Yuck." That was Hal; the sight that greeted us was not appropriate for his eyes. Or anyone else's. I sensed him put away his disgust and approach the woman. "She's alive, but barely, Dad."
I went over to them and dropped to my knees. "Remember those healing trances I spoke of, Valin?"
"Yes, Master."

The rest of my attention that night was focused on the latest victim. The last, in fact. Mobur got his bust- read him his rights four separate times, just in case. It was indeed Vox Chun.
The next day, I had my shot at debriefing Chun.
"You weren't supposed to get me. You were supposed to get Kenobi, you, you - Jedi!"
"Why did you do it?"
"It was the worst thing I could think of. I wanted to hurt Kenobi."
"What about your victims?"
"They were there." My blood ran cold.

We went back to Coronet the next day. Hal went back to school, Ross went back to his plants, I went back to- Scerra and Hal. (And to Ross's plants!) The trial was moved to Coronet. Vox Chun was found guilty, and was sentenced to ten consecutive life sentences on Kessel.

Mobur did, indeed, accompany him there to watch the doors slam.


I wrapped this up because Ruin has made me want to go play in the NJO era for a while. Keep an eye out!

 

Great ending! It was a fantastic fan-fiction! Ever thought of writing a sequel? If you do, tell me. Keep up the good writing!

 

Wizard I believe is the correct term to use. Man that was a good story.

 

There's a sequel coming soon, very soon.

 

Wow, that story was so awesome Opie!! Hurry up and post the sequel!!

 

Hows it going all. Thankyou for your suggestions last week on blue screen lighting. Do any of you know how i can create a realistic starfield to be a backround for my space shots, i would like to have moving stars if it is possible, if not, do any of you know where I can find good pictures that i can download and use as a backround. thankyou

 

To get moving stars you need a 3D suite. If you want actual starfields go to http://www.nasa.govwww.nasa.gov

If you want to generate your own starfields, you can do it in any 3D suite in a variety of ways, and you can create nebula using particles and primitives way off in the distance.
-Lokmer

 

thanks for the nasa site. What exactly is a 3d suite?

 

3d suites are programs that allow you to generate 3-Dimensional models, CGI, etc. It's the sort of software that they used in TPM to do some of the space battles and all of the CG characters. Some of the more popular 3D suites are 3DSMAX, Lightwave, Maya, Blender, TrueSpace, Bryce4, and Hash.
Prices range from the ridiculous to the obscene (unless you get Blender )
-Lokmer

 

Hey Jedibri, why don't you spend some money and get a 3d space backround to go with your Princess Lea space ship