19 BBY, Corellia Security Headquarters

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The transport slowed to a halt.

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Newly appointed Captain Caitlyn Hultz stepped off onto the platform and looked out at the city. Hultz was a career CorSec woman, but she saw the writing on the wall. Only two months had passed since the Galactic Empire became the ruling authority in the galaxy and the shifting had already begun. Those who were enthusiastically supportive of the new Empire were being positioned for promotions, while those like Hultz were being moved to less important divisions due to their hesitation in throwing their lot in with the Empire.

What did it matter?

She was a few years away from retirement and being given command over the Mundane Activities Division would be a comfy post. She was too old to fight back and argue with the higher-ups. As long as her pension remained intact and her insurance was still guaranteed, she could ride the underfunded and overlooked M.A.D. off into the sunset.

M.A.D...A division of CorSec that investigated disappearances, strange reports, and cold case murders. Lost causes. The reputation of M.A.D around Corellia was that most of the Officers who went bonkers after a few years. Suicides were the most common. Some of them would just up and disappear, in a twist of irony. Others would check themselves into asylums.

Probably out of pure boredom.

Her head throbbed. Hangover. She was at the end of a 3 day bender. Call it...coping with her new position. She leaned against the railing and peered down as the traffic. She was waiting for her first two officers to meet her here. One was an attractive lad, about 15 years her junior, who was basically a nerd. Brandt Bilal, a CorSec Officer in her 3rd year out of the academy from the cyber crimes division. Hultz had heard that he was a socially awkward man who wrote fantasy novellas and published them on the holonet under the name "nUVo". Ugh...

The other was a girl, fresh out of the academy basically, named Genevieve Lehrsherr. Daughter of Henry Lehrsherr, a well-liked retired CorSec officer. What the hell had she done to be placed here?

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1 ABY, M.A.D Offices of Investigators

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Nev Hujin - Deputy Director of M.A.D sat in the office of Genevieve Lehrsherr. Gen... part of the old guard. From the time when M.A.D was seen as a quack, conspiracy division of CorSec. Nev had heard the stories from before he arrived, but a good tip on M.A.D was to not believe it until it happened to you. He'd heard stories of other dimensions, time travel, demons, and the afterlife. He wasn't sure what to believe, but as the new Deputy Director of M.A.D he had to get a reign on things.

The most experienced agent...in fact the only person that had lasted more than two years on the job was Lehrsherr. How she did it? How she handled the cases? Dealt with the turnover? The deaths? He didn't know. But as she now approached retirement, he understood that she was a wealth of knowledge that he had to dive in before they shipped her off into the sunset.

Nev was formerly with Rebel Intelligence and with the fall of the Empire, the new Republic was still trying to get a handle on its new authority. So, the advice Nev had been given was to treat everything with suspicion, especially Lehrsherr.

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THE LAST COP IN THE GALAXY​

Welcome to the episodic story of Genevieve Lehrsherr and the paranormal investigation division known as the Mundane Activities Division. The story will follow Genevieve Lehrsherr in a shared role-play experience that details her life as well as the crimes and experiences that come with being part of M.A.D.

At this time, the role play experience will be limited to a very small number of players. If you find yourself interested in the game, feel free to PM me and we can discuss possible involvement. In the meantime, we invite you to join along in our little project.

Thank you to the players that have decided to give my game a try and join me on this adventure.

Rules

1. All Character Inquiries must be sent to the GM for Approval
2. Always respect the TOS
3. No God-Modding
4. This game will be realistic and kind with schedules and updates, but I will try to establish a pace that allows for each adventurer to explore the world and experience their story. The goal is to have everyone able to play through one entire story arc for their character, so characters and arcs will come and go.

 

PumApproved

Name: Genevieve Lehrsherr

Age: 45

Appearance:

Hobbies & Interests: In her downtime and frequent sleepless nights, Genevieve enjoys quiet walks through loud cities, and the occasional drink in unassuming cantinas.

Personality: She’s smart, and an extroverted introvert. She doesn’t seek social interaction, but when it finds her, she’s able to navigate conversations well, adapting herself depending on the character of whom she is speaking. She is also handy in combat, be it of the hand-to-hand variety or blaster-to-blaster.

Equipment: Standard issue CorSec uniform and armaments.

Biography: For the past two decades, Genevieve Lehrsherr has built a highly respected career with CorSec and the Mundane Activities Division. Officers outside of M.A.D. see her as an anomaly due to her high percentage of case clearances and the fact that she’s lasted as long as she has in a department with such a high turnover and, frankly, mortality rate. Though she’s risen to the rank of Lead Investigator within M.A.D., many of her peers outside of the department have wondered why she never sought a more glorious position in other areas of CorSec.

But Genevieve never sought upward mobility in her career, despite her advanced position in M.A.D. Not one to take joy in barking orders at subordinates, she prefers to keep her head down and work cases at her own pace, using her own skills of logic and deduction with as little interference as possible.

Now, with the possibility of early retirement approaching, Genevieve considers her life beyond her career, her marriage to the man she loves, and her turbulent relationship with her distant son.

 

Approved

NAME: Pallia Nalle (Ghost)
SEX:F
RACE: Human (?)
AGE: 26




Appearance: 5'5", Short black hair, athletic build, her skin is a very light pink, so she looks human.

Pallia considers herself a good cop. But she hates playing the game of kissing up in order to rise in the ranks. She could not care less about her rank and more about the cases that she deals with. But she is young. She has been on the Force for about six years now. She is with regular CorSec, but every so often she has run into MAD activities. She enjoys working with them. And she has seen enough weirdness going on the streets when she works undercover, to believe just about anything nowadays. Pallia doesn't mind taking on the 'strange' cases, earning herself the nickname of Ghost.

Pallia grew up on the streets. Being half Zeltron, she dyes her hair black, and she is pale enough to look human. She has a twin sister who looks full Zeltron and works in her own club. Pallia has the telepathic ability of her race, but the pheromones seem to work much weaker, except with humans. It was a run-in with a MAD agent, that she decided to join CorSec. She had wanted to join MAD, but it seemed as if one didn't exactly join MAD from the beginning, but instead found themselves transferred there. So far now, she works at improving herself, and helping people as much as she can, while proving that she can make a difference.

 

OOC: GM Approved

Name: Genevieve Lehrsherr
Age: 25
Appearance:



Hobbies & Interests: reading, hiking
Personality: night-owl, introverted and reserved, highly intelligent
Equipment: standard issue CorSec blaster pistol, datapad, badge
Biography: Born in a CorSec family her future was predetermined. Her mother was killed in a seemingly random incident when she was little. She was raised by her father so she decided to follow into his footsteps. Excelling in the CorSec Academy, but making some powerful enemies she was assigned in a dead end job investigating unexplained deaths and disappearances working in the dead of the night, which added to her chronic insomnia. It was where she found out that her mother’s death might not have been an accident.

 

1 ABY, Transport en route to the M.A.D Office of Investigators

Genevieve Lehrsherr was running late.

Specifically late to meet the new Deputy Director of M.A.D

Nev Hujin. A former rebel, turned Republic Official. He was younger than her by about 10 years. Probably finding his way in the Post-Empire world like everyone else. There wasn't much intel on him and that was a two way street: there wasn't a lot of intel on Gen and M.A.D either. During the years of the Empire, though CorSec was integrated into the Empire Security Service, M.A.D had been given very little oversight and very undersized budget. The high turnover rate meant that no one, outside of Genevieve had been there long enough to really knew what happened there. Sure, there were some CorSec officers that acted as liaisons and went on cases over the past 20 years, but not every case had been as otherworldly as one would think. And the cases that were normally proved fatal for most of them or drove them insane.

Gen may be thinking about that.

Or maybe she was thinking of how her husband had randomly appeared in their kitchen this morning. The length of his disappearances were growing shorter and shorter. One could say that their lives were starting to resemble something stable now. This latest appearance followed a three month gap and, per usual, he had no recollection of where he had gone. He picked up right where he left, somehow knowing everything that she had done and exactly how she was feeling. It was a special, invasive kind of connection they had. His always upbeat, optimistic attitude countered the bleakness of the galaxy and her work.

Gen may be thinking about that.

No matter what she was thinking about while she was late
riding a crowded transport
to her office.
It would be interrupted by the distinct smell of burned overcooked boiled eggs and the disappearance of every other individual on the transport.

Except one, of course.




Mr. Know Everything. A well dressed figure with a paper bag on his head. He was a sometimes helpful, all the time disturbing part of her job and she had never had a partner that had seen him and remained for another case. She had reasoned through the years that he was nigh-omniscient, but not completely. It was clear that he had control over time and space. Or he was from another dimension. Or maybe he only existed in her head. But every time he appeared, Gen would feel extremely nauseated.

And when he spoke, he spoke with a deep growl that came from the depths of his throat. "Hi Genevieve." He said matter-of-factly. "Don't worry, its just me this time. I wanted to take a moment of your time."

A pause.

"You're about to have a meeting with a.... a Nev Hujin, right? He's going to ask you some questions, and you will have a back and forth, and then he's going to present you a case about some murders that happened last night. 13 actually...All cult members on the West Side of the city. I'm going to need you to decline the case. No one else will be able to solve it and I'd rather keep it that way..."

Another pause.

"Gen...Did your....Did your husband come back this morning? Hmm... interesting."

Tag: @Reynar_Tedros
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1 ABY, Apartment 104, 104th street, Lower Coronet City

Was this Pallia Nalle's first case? Could it be called that? Assigned to her by the new Deputy Director Nev Hujin as he oversaw her transfer to M.A.D on a trial basis.

It was a weird call.

An advanced hacker and slicer. Some research would tell Pallia that he was seen as one of the best in the galaxy. Only going by Jotun, the hacker called directly to M.A.D offices 2 hours ago claiming that...

Well... he was stuck in a time loop. He claimed that he couldn't leave his apartment and that he had been living the same 6 hours for days.

Hard to believe. Very hard to verify. Which is why he sat looking at Pallia standing at his doorway, warning her not to come in.




Given his situation, he was surprisingly calm...Or very inebriated.

"Hey lady....I don't know how this is working. But I don't think you should come in here."

Tag: @Ktala
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19 BBY, Corellia Security Headquarters

Captain Hultz sat in the cafe on the ground floor of HQ, facing Genevieve Lehrsherr and Brandt Bilal. She had briefed them. They were the only officers of M.A.D. They would be receiving very little funds, had no official offices, and the CorSec higher ups had no real expectations of them. Nevertheless, she demanded that they do their jobs to the best of their abilities and keep their heads down. She told them how she would be busy with meetings for the rest of the day, but that they should try to get to know each other while they were on the errands she was about to send them.

First, she asked that they do a follow up on the last closed case by the last officers of M.A.D. A woman had been missing for 2 years. The officers found her, arrested her kidnappers, but the woman was too psychologically damaged to live on her own. She now resided in a psychiatric hospital. Case closed. The problem, however, was that the two investigators were also now in the same psychiatric hospital, Coronet General. Hultz wanted Bilal and Lehrsherr to go and interview all of them and try to get a sense of what happened. The case was closed, but it would make her feel better to know what exactly had happened.

"Any questions?" She asked as she sipped her caf and peered at her watch.




Bilal looked at her and Lehrsherr. "I just want to say it is an honor to work with you Captain Hultz. And its a pleasure to work with the daughter of Henry Lehrsherr, I'm a big fan of his work and his books."

Tag: @TheAdmiral

 

Pallia Nalle
1 ABY, Apartment 104, 104th street, Lower Coronet City

Pallia was thrilled, as she made her way to the address she had been given. She had gotten a call from her Chief in CorSec. Obviously, someone had heard of her interest, and the Deputy Director Hujin had overseen her transfer to M.A.D on a trial basis. And what a call. When gently checked her token before sliding it deep within her clothing. Dispatch hadn't given her much info. When she got there, she could see why.

The building looked ordinary enough. Her search on the 'victim' would ID him as some exert slicer, known as Jotun. Even more interesting was the fact that it was he who called the station. And Pallia knew why she got the strange call. The guy was claiming that he was stuck. But not what you would normally think. He claimed that he was stuck in a time loop, and couldn't leave his apartment. He also claimed that he had been living the same 6 hours for days. Well, that sure made for an interesting first case! Pallia sat in her vehicle for a few moments, reading her notes. She was beginning to wonder if this was a trick case for the newbie. But then, remember what M.A.D. was about, well she couldn't be sure. So she decided to attack it as normal as possible. She turned on her data recorder, placing it in her pocket.

Pallia waked up to the place and knocked on the door. The door opened, as there he sat looking at Pallia. He looked a bit rough around the edges, and considering what story he was telling, he was surprisingly calm...Or very inebriated.

"Hey lady....I don't know how this is working. But I don't think you should come in here." Pallia was content to stand at his doorway for now. "Well then, Jotun. Perhaps you should tell me what happened." Pallia carefully scanned the room, and then looked back at the man. "What happened, that made you call it in? She asked him. And why can't you leave your place?" she asked him. She was looking for any odd symbols or devices that might have been placed in the hallway as she spoke.




Tag: @The Jedi in the Pumas

 

IC: Genevieve Lehrsherr
CorSec HQ

19 BBY

Genevieve had recently graduated from the Academy, normally that was a time for great excitement and celebration, but not for her. She knew where they were going to send her after she was done with her tour as a regular CorSec officer patrolling the streets and what not. They were going to give her a dead end job, which made the idea of being a traffic cop sound enticing.

Of course they could not expel her, she was an ace student and besides her father was one of the big-wigs at the force. She was not sure whether that was a blessing or not as he surely did not want to help her, he made it quite clear. Henry Lehrsherr was all about doing things by the book, or at least when it came to his daughter.

So the day had come, the Lt. congratulated her for finishing up the “trial” period. She was no Rookie anymore… no sir, no! Gen could clearly see the sarcasm written all over his face. She restrained an urge to just to knock him out, even if that will get her to jail and expelled. At least that would be something worthwhile.

But she did not want to endure dad’s lectures. She walked down the corridor, some of her colleagues made some nasty jokes, she ignored most, but she gave a rude gesture at one of them. She was not here to make friends.

Their new office was on the ground floor, which was not a good sign. At least won’t have to climb a lot of stairs. There was a dark skinned young man there, Bilal was it? Hopefully he will be competent enough. Their boss seemed to have had a rough night or two, also not a good sign, but at least she could understand that.

She gave them the usual lecture, Genevieve restrained some groans, but then she mentioned a closed case, where their colleagues had gone insane afterwards. Oh that is just great. It seems she will need a drink by the end of the shift. Then Bilal spoke, Genevieve gave a mental roll of the eyes, oh no a bootlicker.

“I have just one, where are the case files and do we have access to them?” she asked ignoring his comments about her father.[/COLOR]

TAG: @The Jedi in the Pumas

 

IC: Genevieve Lehrsherr
Corellia; 1 ABY

Why did it have to be today? was Genevieve’s first thought when she saw her husband, and she immediately felt guilty for it. He’d appeared in her periphery as if she was waking from a dream, unsure if what she was seeing was real or one final lie her subconscious was showing her as she wrestled back control of her faculties.

But it was no illusion. He was here, he was present, she knew she should be thankful regardless of when he came, regardless of what the day’s agenda called for. She’d just finished making her breakfast in the kitchen, was still wearing nothing but a loose fitting sleeveless shirt. Her hair was a mess. She knew he wouldn’t care, so she didn’t either.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” she told him.

“Or tired ones,” he said as he stepped towards her and brushed a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She loved the way he looked at her, even in her current disheveled state. She’d never looked into his eyes and not seen complete devotion. She kissed him, and he kissed her back.

“God I’ve missed you,” she told him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and his lips moved from her mouth to her neck. Electricity shot through her body and his hand could feel the goosebumps on her thigh. He lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his torso. He carried her into the bedroom as her breakfast began to cool on the kitchen counter.

And now she was late. Genevieve’s little detour with her husband had gotten her behind schedule, not that she at all regretted it, and now she’d probably get to the office after the new Deputy Director. Probably not the best first impression, but after meeting as many suits as she had that wanted her department to do better work with less money, what first impression she gave wasn’t a big concern. They always saw what they wanted to see, always did their little dance and appendage swinging, thinking that they’d be the ones to finally change the place for the better, and when they finally realized that their efforts were for naught, they’d find another place in CorSec to pad their resume and dust M.A.D. off their expensive polished shoes. She knew the type.

Genevieve was currently in an aisle chair on the public transport with her head down staring at a datapad, sitting next to a snoring bearded man who smelled like death sticks. She’d grown accustomed to the grime and the smell, and today she’d actually gotten lucky in finding a seat, a rare occurrence for her. She usually found herself standing in the aisle next to someone in a seat to whom chivalry was a foreign term, holding on to a rail or a handle crawling with all kinds of bacteria, doing her best to make it off the transport without someone trying to steal her valuables (not that she had much). In the corner of her eye she noticed an unsavory Rodian having trouble keeping his bulbous eyes off her. In her younger days, Genevieve might’ve been cocky enough to throw an unfriendly gesture his way, but she’d long since matured into a master of ignoring those she wanted nothing to do with, which was most people.

Nev Hujin was the name of the new Deputy Director of M.A.D., and other than his name and the fact that he was ten years younger than Genevieve, there wasn’t much to be found on the man. She suddenly had a sensation not unlike the kind of feeling she had when she was in a room with some kind of ambient noise in the background that she didn’t even realize was there until it stopped. She no longer felt the Rodian’s gaze. No longer smelled the death stick bum. She looked up from her datapad, and found the transport to be completely empty. She was now the only passenger. Which meant one thing.

Genevieve started to feel sick to her stomach as the stench of eggs filled the cabin. She’d hated that smell ever since she was a child, and now the fact that it signaled the arrival of Mr. Know Everything made it all the worse.

“Hi, Genevieve,” came that bone chilling, guttural voice from behind her. Fighting the urge to throw up, she turned in her seat and saw the eerie figure standing there in the middle of the aisle, brown paper bag over his head like an interdimensional wraith going through a mental crisis. “Don’t worry, it’s just me this time.”

“Comforting,” she muttered, trying not to gag.

“I wanted to take a moment of your time. You're about to have a meeting with a... a Nev Hujin, right? He's going to ask you some questions, and you will have a back and forth, and then he's going to present you a case about some murders that happened last night. Thirteen actually... all cult members on the West Side of the city. I'm going to need you to decline the case. No one else will be able to solve it and I'd rather keep it that way..."

Genevieve stood up from her seat to face the suited being. There weren’t any alerts on her datapad of thirteen murders from the night before, she’d heard nothing of it. And she couldn’t remember Mr. Know Everything ever asking her to decline a case.

Before Genevieve could respond to his request, he spoke again. "Gen... did your... did your husband come back this morning? Hmm... interesting."

“Okay, first off,” Genevieve pointed her finger at him, “leave my husband out of this. And second,” she put her hand down, “why do you want me to decline this case? Not that I’m giving it any consideration, because I’m not going to decline a case of thirteen murders, if it even happened, but I’m just genuinely curious. You should know me better than that.”

Tag: @The Jedi in the Pumas

 

The Numbers of the Pride Demon Resolution Case
19 BBY, CorSec HQ

Hultz smiled and stood from the table.

"The case files have been authorized to your ID codes. You have access to everything the M.A.D division has to offer. They can be accessed at any CorSec HQ terminal and uploaded to your datapads." She turned and gathered her coat. "I expect to hear that you have interviewed the two officers and the woman...A Deena Hujin, before the end of the day." And with that said, she walked off towards a turbolift that would take her to the brass of Corellian Security.

Bilal watched her leave and stood himself. "I suppose we should get the case files and head to Coronet General. I heard rumors about this case... The girl was held and traumatized by a cult... The Numbers of the Pride. A group of drugged out middle aged men who believed in some all knowing demon entity. They were about to sacrifice her when CorSec swooped in and broke up the operation. I didn't know the last part though, about the officers going off their rockers."

Coronet General was just a transport ride away. Many CorSec terminals populated the ground floor. Utilizing them would reveal to Gen and Bilal that the two officers had voluntarily checked themselves into the hospital, reporting that they were experiencing voices in their head(ever since the resolution of the case) telling them to find Deena Hujin and sacrifice her. They reported the smell of burned eggs and large memory gaps and were having to be bound day and night while they resided in the hospital. Deena Hujin was in recovery but was experiencing great distrust and fear of all males and a persistent fear of the outside world. She apparently grew to believe in the demon the Numbers of the Pride. She believed that he was an entity that would use her as a vessel if she was ever to go outside.

Tag: @TheAdmiral
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The Jotun Time Case
1 ABY, Apartment 104, 104th street, Lower Coronet City

Jotun looked at her confused.

"Lady... what the hell do you mean tell you what happened?? For the past...I don't know week, I've been repeating the same six hours. Nothing "happened"." He said using air quotes. He was drunk and he was frustrated. He stood up and began to walk to the door, before downing the rest of the bottle of liquor he had been holding. He smashed the bottle on the ground and continued to walk towards the door.

"And here's what I mean." As his foot reached the threshold of the door, he vanished. The broken bottle disappeared and his apartment immediately was clean. To Pallia, it would seem like the apartment shook subtly before the transformation. She would hear a toilet flush and Jotun, completely sober and in the same clothes (though much cleaner), stepped out of the bathroom. He sighed and went back to the counter he was sitting on when she arrived, opening another... no wait, the same bottle of liquor he had previously smashed on the floor.

"See... its been like this for a while now. At first I didn't notice anything weird. I thought I was just high out of my mind. But... as you can see, I'm pretty freaked out here, Officer."

There were engravings on the outside of Jotun's door, that he would not be able to see due to him not being able to leave his apartment.



The symbol were all around the door. A quick datapad search of the symbol would reveal that it was the symbol of an old republic legend. Edie, a god that trapped children away from their parents until the children were forgotten about. But with the markings on the door of Jotun... how could they be connected?

What was Jotun not telling Pallia?

Tag: @Ktala
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1 ABY, Transport en route to the M.A.D Office of Investigators

Mr. Know Everything reached a decrepit hand with broken and discolored nails up under his paper bag and scratched, cocking his head to the side at Genevieve.

"You don't believe me, Genevieve?..." The scratching sounded like he was crumbling up bits of gravel. When he dropped his hand, it was smoldering. "These murders are important to preventing the return of an old rival of mine. There'll be many more and you can have one of those."

This was a common trope of Mr. Know Everything. He was always playing the two or three way game with her. He would tell her enough to get her to do something, or point her in the right direction, but it was always because there was something that he wanted himself. He always used her, but the relationship had largely been mutually beneficial. This time, however, he was asking her not to do her job. Which meant, given past experiences with him, there was something he had to gain.

"I am telling you to ignore it as a courtesy. I've always admired your tenacity, but you're so close to retirement now. You can always just let things go, Genevieve. Maybe if you let it go, I can figure out why he keeps disappearing. You know your husband is not of this world...You're not so naive to believe otherwise."

Her husband. Her son. She could always just let it go...

The smell disappeared, the lights and crowd returned to the tranport. Mr. Know Everything was gone. And Genevieve had arrived at her stop. A dirty street corner a block away from the M.A.D Offices. Where Nev Hujin waited for her, with growing impatience.

Tag: @Reynar_Tedros

 

IC: Genevieve Lehrsherr
Corellia; 1 ABY

Genevieve Lehrsherr was angry for three reasons: 1) because her job had forced her away from her husband who she hadn’t seen in three months, and she wasn’t sure if he’d be waiting for her when she got home later in the evening. Every time she imagined what they’d be doing at this particular moment instead of what she was doing now, her annoyance would only increase; 2) because Mr. Know Everything had implied that because she was so close to retirement (which was, of course, optional, and she still wasn’t certain if she’d take it or not), she could afford to take her job and her duties less seriously. Gen never half assed anything her entire life, and she had a sneaky suspicion that the paper bag wearing thorn in her side knew this and was using it to get under her skin; and 3) because the aforementioned thorn in her side was insinuating that he knew something about her husband that she didn’t. It was the second time he’d brought him up in their brief conversation, first after she told him not to, and this third and final point was the one that irritated her the most.

So when Genevieve arrived at the offices of M.A.D., she wasn’t in the greatest of moods, which would hardly serve this Nev Hujin character well in their conversation to come. Gen was already predisposed to dislike anyone in his position, and her current temperament certainly wouldn’t help matters.

“Mr. Hujin, I presume?” she said as she entered her office, a slight air of impatience in her voice that he probably wouldn’t pick up on. He was already seated on the other side of her desk. She tossed her datapad down casually on the otherwise empty workspace, and sat in her chair upright. She leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk with her hands clasped, and forced the friendliest smile she could muster for the Deputy Director.

Tag: @The Jedi in the Pumas

 

IC: Genevieve Lehrsherr
CorSec HQ

19 BBY

Genevieve grimaced, she did not like how the case felt. Usually such cults involved rich and powerful men and women, who thought they were above the law. It also meant that they had the means and power to bury the case. She wouldn’t have been surprised they had the two officers get locked up in funny farm, and then have it presented as if they did that themselves. Or at least some loons on the HoloNet claimed they could do that. Others claimed that the former Chancellor and now Emperor was behind the war too, that he had been in cahoots with the Jedi, but then cheated them to get all the power.

She did not like conspiracy theories, she felt that these things were just lazy thinking. It provided a comforting view of the world that everything can be explained and that there is always a shadowy puppet master who pulled the strings. Of course, some people liked to be believed to be all-powerful. The truth, though, is usually very mundane, very boring.

Gen leaned back from the computer terminal, rubbing her eyes. Those two probably have been too traumatised from the experience that they believed they were hearing voices. Another option was that they were on some sort of substance, the smell of eggs and the lost time. She took her pad and jotted to ask for their medical records.

The girl was a classical case of Coronet Syndrome, falling for your captor. In this case accepting their delusions as her own. Genevieve was not relishing the prospect of communicating with certified looneys. Hopefully by the end of the case she would not need to check herself in herself.

She peeked at Bilal from time to time, but remained silent. Genevieve was not sure what to make of the man. She was not here to make friends, but it would be good if they were at least on good terms.

“Do we get an allotted speeder?” she broke the silence “Or we are getting the mag-lev?” she gave a sour look “We are gonna talk to the two of them together, then I am going to visit the girl.”

TAG: @The Jedi in the Pumas

 

Pallia Nalle
1 ABY, Apartment 104, 104th street, Lower Coronet City

Pallia searched the hallway and area, as she listened to Jotun speak. "Lady... what the hell do you mean tell you what happened?? For the past...I don't know week, I've been repeating the same six hours. Nothing "happened"." He said using air quotes. He was drunk and he was frustrated. But that was nothing compared to what happened next.

"And here's what I mean." As his foot reached the threshold of the door, he vanished. The broken bottle disappeared and his apartment immediately was clean. To Pallia, it would seem like the apartment shook subtly before the transformation. She would hear a toilet flush and Jotun, completely sober and in the same clothes (though much cleaner), stepped out of the bathroom. He sighed and went back to the counter he was sitting on when she arrived, opening another... no wait, the same bottle of liquor he had previously smashed on the floor.

Pallia had to work hard to keep a neutral expression on her face, as she watched the transformation, and then the 'new' Jotsen come out.

"See... its been like this for a while now. At first, I didn't notice anything weird. I thought I was just high out of my mind. But... as you can see, I'm pretty freaked out here, Officer."

"Yeah. I see what you mean. Let's see if we can figure out what is going on here." she told him calmly.

There were engravings on the outside of Jotun's door, that he was not able to see as they were on the outside of the doorway. The symbol was all around the door. A quick datapad search of the symbol would reveal that it was the symbol of an old republic legend. Edie, a god that trapped children away from their parents until the children were forgotten about.

Pallia looked back at the man. "Can you tell me, if anything happened before this started?" Pallia looked at the man. "This was no accident. Someone did this to you. And it seems like they didnt want to physically hurt you. You sure you didn't tick somebody off. Or hack into something you shouldn't have recently?", she asked the man, watching him closely. "Couse this sure looks like a punishment of some sort to me.

Pallis paused for a moment and then asked. "You know anyone named Eddie?" she asked oft hand.


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The Jotun Time Case
1 ABY, Apartment 104, 104th street, Lower Coronet City

"Someone did this to me?...You mean...Like what, I'm "cursed" or something?" Jotun paused and hesitated before taking another swig of his liquor. He leaned back and scratched his head, nervously, when Pallia asked him if he hacked into something he shouldn't have.

"Uh...No...I mean yea, but..." His mind began connecting some dots. "Okay, so yea. I guess this started after the last plunder."

Plunder? The silence made him realize that he should elaborate.

"A plunder is when...a small group of people like me raid the old Empire's Intelligence Networks that are being datamined by the Republic. But...I don't know who would be mad at that?"

"You know anyone named Eddie?" Pallia asked.

He burped. "Uh...No, but..." Jotun dropped from the countertop and walked over to a datapad connected to his wall console. He scrolled a bit, cursed here and there, and then gave a load "Wow."

"I don't know him... But there's an Edward Garcon. He lives down the hall. Apartment 111 Works for the New Republic. We sneaked his data card and used it as a launchpad to get into the network. They fired him...But he's a fat slob. His wife and kids left him a few weeks ago after the plunder cuz he's broke."

Jotun threw the datapad on his couch. "So, you telling me that fat Eddie is some type of wizard? Nah, I'm not buying that."

While Pallia considered this information, she would notice one of the symbols disappeared. The engraving on the frame returned to normal. No evidence that the mark had been there at all. Now there were only 4 more. Curious.

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The Numbers of the Pride Demon Resolution Case
19 BBY, CorSec HQ

"No. We don't get a speeder." Bilal said sheepishly. But he raised a finger. "I do have the schedule for the next transport." He smiled. He was trying to be helpful. She was his favorite author's daughter and his partner after all. Surely they could work together amicably.

They would board the next transport and it would arrive at Coronet General without incident.

As they walked through the doors and toward the psych ward, Bilal had to finally break the silence.

"So what are you thinking, Lehrsherr? Think these guys just went nuts because they weren't cut out for it or do you think the Numbers of the Pride Demon maybe....well y'know... drove them crazy? I'm not....uh saying...that he's real or anything. I'm just...well there have been reports on the holonet of unexplained phenomenon like ghosts possessing people. Um..."

He knew he sounded wacky, but Bilal had done his research. Even if Genevieve did not believe in the paranormal, Bilal was wary of things like demons. He normally was laughed out of the old precinct whenever he brought these theories up. Now was as good a time as ever to establish whether Gen would be open to that type of speculation.

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1 ABY, M.A.D Office of Investigators

"Detective Lehrsherr. Yes, I am Deputy Director Hujin." He looked at the barren and clean office. "Very tidy and small operation you run here..."

Silence.

He continued.

"I am not here to micromanage. I just want to know how you operate and...if all of what I've heard is true." He leaned back and crossed his legs. His hands gripped the armrests softly, but firm. "I've seen the personnel files. No one you have worked with has remained past two cases. Some of them were driven mad and others just retired. I've heard the stories of ghosts, hyper advanced droids, rumors of demons and mysterious men in white who worked for the government."

"What would you have me do with all this? Is this all mad conjecture? Falsified reports because you and your partners couldn't solve the real cases and find the real criminals? I'm on your side, Detective. But you need to be square with me: how much of this is bantha**** and how much of this is real detective work?"

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IC: Genevieve Lehrsherr
1 ABY; M.A.D. Office of Investigators

Genevieve wondered if she’d ever had a new boss who didn’t say the words “I am not here to micromanage,” only to demand every minute detail of an investigation be reported down to how many bathroom breaks she took on the job. It was like they all read from the same script, written by the same bestselling author of How Not to Motivate Your Subordinates.

Oh, and even more fun. Let’s question the work that Genevieve has been doing for the past twenty years, implying that her cases were mad conjecture and falsified reports because, well, she couldn’t handle her real job. Great first impression, Deputy Director, that’s how you get on a gal’s good side. Genevieve wasn’t sure who was worse, this Hujin suit or Mr. Paper Bag. But she was sure that she was already tired of dealing with both of them today.

“I used to be like you, Director,” Genevieve started, doing her best to keep a calm demeanor about her. “I’d see reports of things like ghosts. Demons. Bantha ****, like you said. I used to think everything could be explained away with science. Hard evidence. But after twenty years at this office, all I can say is that I wish undead spirits were all I had to deal with.

“So, do I blame you for suggesting that what I do is just a crock? No. You haven’t been here long enough to see what I’ve seen and to understand what I understand. I respect the fact that you’re the Deputy Director now, but from a certain point of view, here, Mr. Hujin, you’re just a rookie, like I was when I started. Before I started to believe what I was seeing.

“But I’m not the only one who knows the truth. The others you mentioned, the ones who were driven mad or killed or just plain left. They know. And do you really think all those people would’ve met the fates they did if this was all nonsense? A bunch of lies we told to make our percentages look better? I think you’re smarter than that. I hope you are, anyway.”

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IC: Genevieve Lehrsherr
CorSec HQ

19 BBY

This whole idiocy would drive her mad. She needed, no she craved something to drink. The realization that she was stuck in the most absurd department in the whole precinct, they did not even get a speeder, even if it were the dingiest one left. Hopefully they will be reimbursed for taking the public transport.

Now they have arrived in the looney house. She was silent most of the way, not in the mood for talking. The realization that she had been cheated and stuck in a dead end job gave her a sour taste in the mouth. She would hit the first bar that she sees after the shift ends. There was no way she would not go home sober.

Bilal was telling her something, she considered the question for a second. It was mostly for his benefit as she did not want to give him an acidic answer, given that he was being friendly and he too probably tried to make the best of the hand that was given to him.

“I think that they were having problems to begin with.” she started “Will have to check their psych evaluation from before. There should be some clue as to what exactly.” Gen shrugged “Maybe that cult did something disturbing that was the last straw? Go check with the admin desk, I will try to find the chief nurse.”

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Pallia Nalle
The Jotun Time Case, 1 ABY, Apartment 104, 104th street, Lower Coronet City

Palla watched the man, as she asked him about his last 'activities'. Jotsun made a face.

"Someone did this to me?...You mean...Like what, I'm "cursed" or something?" Jotun paused and hesitated before taking another swig of his liquor. He was growing nervous. It sounds like she hit a nerve.

"Uh...No...I mean yea, but..." His mind began connecting some dots. "Okay, so yea. I guess this started after the last plunder."

"Plunder?" she asked.

Jotsun responded. "A plunder is when...a small group of people like me raid the old Empire's Intelligence Networks that are being datamined by the Republic. But...I don't know who would be mad at that?"

"You know anyone named Eddie?" Pallia asked.

He burped. "Uh...No, but..." Jotun dropped from the countertop and walked over to a datapad connected to his wall console. He scrolled a bit, cursed here and there, and then gave a long "Wow."

Pallia leaned on the wall, listening. "So, what did you find?" she asked him.

"I don't know him... But there's an Edward Garcon. He lives down the hall. Apartment 111 Works for the New Republic. We sneaked his data card and used it as a launchpad to get into the network. They fired him...But he's a fat slob. His wife and kids left him a few weeks ago after the plunder cuz he's broke."

Jotun threw the datapad on his couch. "So, you telling me that fat Eddie is some type of wizard? Nah, I'm not buying that."

While Pallia considered this information, she would notice one of the symbols disappeared. The engraving on the frame returned to normal. No evidence that the mark had been there at all. Now there were only 4 more. Curious.

Pallia stood away from the wall, as she added information to her datapad. "Well, I think losing a job might be a reason to get even. But he might not be the one doing it. But, he might have found someone to do it for him." Pallia rubbed her chin while looking at Jotun. "But of course, he would have to know who stole the info, to begin with. How did you get his data card?" she asked the man.

Pallia looked down the hall. She took another picture of the doorframe, with the change. Once Jotun answered her question, she would excuse herself for just a moment, and then walk down the hall to Edwards's apartment, to see if there were any interesting marks on it, before she would decide what to do next.




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1 ABY, M.A.D Office of Investigators

Director Hujin leaned back in the seat and smirk came to his face. He liked her. She was a straight shooter. The previous inquiry had not been a test, but if it had been, she would’ve passed with flying colors.

“I was worried…” He relieved a button on his tailor-made suit and leaned over the sidearm of the chair to retrieve a folder from his attaché. “…That I’d find some disillusioned older woman with nothing to give the job anymore.”

He placed the folder on her desk with both hands, softly. Then slowly leaned back, crossed his legs, and placed his hand on his chin, observing her. “I have my own thoughts…But…” His smirk stretched alittle. “I’m just a rookie and I’d rather know what you think.”

CORELLIAN SECURITY INCIDENT REPORT

CASE NUMBER: 4002

AGENCY: [CASE HAS BEEN REASSIGNED TO MUNDANE ACTIVITIES DIVISION BY DEPUTY DIRECTOR NEV HUJIN]

DATE OF INCIDENT: LUNDAY 22

TYPE OF OFFENSE: MULTIPLE HOMICIDE (12)

LOCATION OF OFFENSE: WEST SIDE CORELLIAN THEATRE OF PERFORMING ARTS

DESCRIPTION OF OFFENSE: RESPONDING PATROL OFFICER #WS802 RIP LAUSER WAS CALLED TO THE SCENE BY THE DIRECTOR OF THE THEATRE, A’BULL TUCSON. TUCSON HAS A MOBILE APP ON HIS DATAPAD THAT ALLOWS HIM TO MONITOR THE THEATRE’S CAMERAS. HE NOTICED THAT THE CAMERAS WERE PLAYING FOOTAGE FROM THE PREVIOUS WEEKS INSTEAD OF PROVIDING A LIVE FEED. HE DROVE TO THE THEATRE TO DISCOVER THE FRONT DOOR MALFUNCTIONING AND PARTIALLY OPENED. AT THAT TIME HE CALLED THE EMERGENCY HOTLINE.

RESPONDING OFFICER#WS802 RIP LAUSER ARRIVED AND PRIED OVER THE DOOR, WHICH HE DESCRIBES AS “WICKED HOT”. ONCE INSIDE THE MAIN AUDITORIUM, HE DESCRIBES SEEING 13 BODIES OF VARYING SPECIES, IN WHITE ROBES, LEVITATING IN A COLUMN ON THE STAGE. HE THEN CALLED FOR BACKUP.​

As she read, Director Hujin just watched patiently. He had never seen anything like this before, but when the call was reported to him, he knew that it would eventually fall into the hands of M.A.D. What a first case for the young director. Genevieve was experienced enough that this wasn’t very alarming, at least not the nature of the crime. Murder.

The file was open before her and the number of homicides changed from 12, to 11. Rip Lauser’s initial report of 13 was beginning to change as well. The ink appeared as if it was being scratched away with an invisible fingernail.

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The Numbers of the Pride Demon Resolution Case
19 BBY, Coronet General Psych Ward

​

The head nurse led Genevieve to a waiting interview room. White padded walls, two metal tables with the former detectives of the case, chained to the tables. The tables were facing each other, meaning the former detectives were facing each other, but separated by 10 or so feet. Before Gen could enter the room, Bilal walked down the hall.

“So,” he handed her a datapad. “Downloaded-uh…temporarily reserved their psych evals from the academy. Unlike us, they didn’t receive evals before appointed to M.A.D. I guess we’re probably the first. Ha.” Dry laugh to lighten things up.

“From what I can, Lehrsherr, these guys were completely normal. Well normal is relative, y’know? It’s more of an agreed upon societal thing. Everyone has their own little quirks and intricacies that make them a bit weird, right? I…” He had lost focus. “Um…So yea, nothing really outwardly alarming about their evals. Their reports since they’ve been here though: apparently they are completely catatonic. I don’t even know if we’ll be able to get anything out of them. What do you think?”

Bilal placed a hand on the doorpad to open the door, but paused as he waited to hear Lehrsherr’s opinion before confronting the men.

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The Jotun Time Case
1 ABY, Apartment 111, 104th Street, Lower Coronet City

“Nah, kriffspit. There’s no way the loaf knew it was us. Or even me. He’s basically a high functioning idiot.” Jotun scrolled more on the datapad and began to do more research as Pallia walked down the hall to apartment 111. Blood…almost immediately the iron smell of human blood hit her nose as she got closer to 111.

The door slid open before she could even take a picture and a ragged, overweight man stood at the door, breathing heavily and holding his chest. The same markings on the outside of Jotun’s door were scribbled in the man’s skin all over his body.

“He---Hel---Help me….Sh---sh---she said sh---would help…me.”

He stumbled towards her, reaching out to grab her neck with his hands.

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The Jotun Time Case
1 ABY, Apartment 111, 104th Street, Lower Coronet City


Pallia listed to Jotun, and wrote down some notes, but she doubted the man knew much. She looked up some information on the man on her datapad, as she walked down the hallway. Suddenly she was blindsided from the strong stench of blood, the closer she got to room 111.

As Pallia raised her hand to take a picture of the door, it slid open before she could even take a picture and a ragged, overweight man stood at the door, breathing heavily and holding his chest. The same markings on the outside of Jotun’s door were scribbled in the man’s skin all over his body.

“He---Hel---Help me….Sh---sh---she said sh---would help…me.”

He stumbled towards her, reaching out to grab her neck with his hands

Pallia leaped backward, as she nearly dropped her datapad. She was NOT going to let the man touch her, but instead ducked out of reach and moved backward.

"Who...WHO said they would help you?" Pallia asked the incoherent man. "Did she do this to you?" asked, hoping she would get some type of answer before the man dropped dead.

Were those marks cared onto his body or merely drawn on? What was going on? "Were you trying to get revenge Edward?" she asked him, all the wild saying out of his reach. If he hit the ground, she would move close, but not anyplace where he could grab on to her.



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Genevieve Lehrsherr
M.A.D. Office of Investigators; 1 ABY

Genevieve read through the report a couple of times, committing key details to her vast memory. Her interest and curiosity were piqued, and though Nev Hujin did in fact find himself across from an older woman, she was only sometimes disillusioned, and always had something left to give to her job.

Then she noticed the numbers being scratched away by some invisible force and replaced by new numbers, smaller by one digit. The typo she thought she’d caught, where the report said twelve bodies and Officer Kaiser’s statement said thirteen, suddenly made sense, in that it didn’t make sense at all. Suddenly the twelve had become an eleven. Where Genevieve’s curiosity had been piqued, it was now practically ablaze.

“Director,” Genevieve stated in a casual manner such that Hujin may have thought she was about to inquire about something, well, mundane, “are you seeing what I’m seeing here?” She turned the file around on her desk and pushed it over to him. “Are those numbers changing, or am I just seeing things?”

It wasn’t a rhetorical question. Genevieve was genuinely curious as to whether the director would also see the changing numbers, or if it was an illusion designed specifically for her, in the same way that she was the only one who could see the chain-smoking paper bag.

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IC: Genevieve Lehrsherr
Coronet General Psych Ward

19 BBY

Genevieve shuddered subconsciously at the sight of the interview room. She could not imagine the horror of being trapped here. There were rumours swirling around CorSec that the Empire was sending perfectly sane people to insane asylums. The thing was that if you were sent to jail then at least you can get a parole or reduced sentence, but in the asylums… it all depended on the doctors deeming you sane. Another thing was that they probably filled them to the brim with drugs. Ugh… she shuddered again.

Now why those two would lock themselves here was a puzzle that she had to solve. The irony of being sent to the Psych Ward for her first assignment. Some cruel joke for sure. So those two were the reason she had to endure the psych eval. Yay… She stifled a groan.

“Most likely they had underlying problems.” Genevieve said dryly and rubbed her eyes “When seeing what the other loonies had done something snapped in them.” she pursed her lips “Besides it is not an exact science.” she smirked and gestured that they should get in.

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1 ABY, M.A.D Office of Investigators

"Numbers changing..."

Hujin blinked and waited. She was joking? No...apparently not as Genevieve maintained eye contact, inquisitively. Her question was genuine. He breathed in, raising his eyebrows as he leaned forward and skeptically took a look at the file. He let his eyes browse the report before he looked up at her. He sat back and crossed his arms. His eyes were accusatory.

"The numbers haven't changed, Detective. It's 11 murders...as reported by Officer Lauser."

There was some confusion between the two. Genevieve's eyes were not deceiving her and Director Hujin's mind was sharp. He honestly believed that there had only be 11 murders reported. Hujin tapped the armrests and stood.

"Is this...Are you..." He smiled, a bit of embarrassment showing on his face. "I think that...I've brought this case to the right person." He closed the folder, covering the report. "I am wrong about the numbers, aren't I?" Hujin rapped on her desk twice with his knuckles and turned to leave. He was aware that something had occurred that he did not catch. He had much to learn about M.A.D and the cases they would receive, it seemed. But for now, he had a rather intense headache and wanted to leave Genevieve to her work.

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The Numbers of the Pride Demon Resolution Case
19 BBY, Coronet General Psych Ward

Lehrsherr and Bilal entered the room. There were two seats without a table near the door. Facing the space between the former detectives. One man sat at the table on the left. Yenris Norpin.



He sat completely still. Breathing viciously, rapidly. Though he did not struggle against the metal restraints on the floor and the chair that kept him from standing or using his hands, there seemed to be an explosive amount of uncontrollable energy in the man. He seemed on edge and the look in his eyes was chaotic. He did not respond to their presence in the room. He only looked at his former partner that sat across the gap at the table on the right: Zelu Resai.



"Hello, detectives."

Resai was the opposite of his counterpart. Present, alert, responsive, and very calm. He turned his head to Bilal and Lehrsherr and greeted them with a smile. "It is not surprising that the newest recruits of M.A.D decide to pay me and my partner a visit."

"NNUHHHHHHHHUUUUNNNNNNN!!" Norpin grunted through clinched teeth.

Resai rolled his eyes and maintained his smile. "Excuse him. He's lost most of his mind unfortunately. And dragged me down with him."

"NNUUUUHHHHHHNNNNNNN!!!" Norpin exclaimed, his face turning red.

"How may I assist two officers of the law today?"

Bilal took a seat and placed the datapad on his lap as he started a recording of the interview. "Mr. Norpin...Mr. Resai... I am Detective Bilal and this is my partner Detective Lehrsherr. We are here to bring a close to the last case you gentlemen worked-"

"Yes..." Resai closed his eyes and nodded. "The Pride Demon cult case. Very tragic what happened to Ms. Hujin. How is she doing?"

Bilal maintained eye contact and continued. "We're actually here to determine what happened to you and your partner. Reports of memory gaps, voices in your-"

"NNUUHHHHHHHUUUNNNNNNNBBEEEE!!" Norpin grunted louder.

"Oh, that was just high stress on my part. Dealing with Norpin and his growing stress and anxiety. He kept going on and on about some demon and that we needed to kill the girl... I honestly should've stopped it then, but I indulged my partner's troubling fantasies...Maybe I was just taken under his influence."

Though, of course, none of this was true. Something was seriously wrong here."

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The Jotun Time Case
1 ABY, Apartment 104, 104th street, Lower Coronet City

"Ed---Ed--die---Sh---Sh---Sh..."

The man stumbled past Pallia down towards Jotun's room.

"Muu...musstt...kill...Mus...Stop-p-p-p the time..."

As the man got closer to Jotun's door, the carvings on his body began to glow, as well as the carvings outside of Jotun's door. He stopped outside of the door and crumbled to the ground in a fetal position. His breathing stopped. His heart would cease to beat soon after. Then...Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

No evidence of the man in the hallway and looking back at his doorway, the door was once again sealed... Before opening again and the man stumbling back out into the hallway and repeated the same scene that had just unfolded, crumbling back in the same position. And dying again. And then disappearing again.

The began to unfold again as Jotun came to the edge of his door frame, not crossing over the threshold.

"Uh...what the hell is going on out here?"

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Pallia Nalle
The Jotun Time Case
1 ABY, Apartment 111, 104th Street, Lower Coronet City

Pallia watched the scene, stunned. She did remember to record it. There was no other way she would have anyone believe it else wise. She heard Jotun yell from his room.

After she recorded it, she walked back to Jotun's apartment door.

"Uh...what the hell is going on out here?"

Pallia grunted. "That's why I'm trying to find out Jotun. Seems your 'friend' knew more than you think. She walked back down to Joton's door, then held up her datapad, showing him what was going on to the man down the hall.

"Even dumb slobs get lucky. And I'm not sure if it would be a good thing if he made it to your doorway. Pallia pointed to the picture of the man. "See those glyphs carved all over him? They are also all over your doorway. I think your little raiding party ticked off someone proper. Eddie probably lost his job because of your stunt, and he wanted some payback. He had to figure out that someone hacked his data card."

Pallia walked closer to the door. "So, unless you want a never-ending loop of this, or perhaps Edward here makes it to your door...You wanna tell me what you ganked from whatever files you guys screwed with?"

Pallia was furiously thinking. He was saying Eddie.. but he added SH...And he was saying that SHE would help me. Hmmmm.

She quickly scanned her datapad. Edie..a god that trapped children until they were forgotten...And THEN what? she wondered. Edie is a god. Edie/Eddie could be male or female.

Pallia looked up at Jotun. "Cause SHE looks pretty ticked off to me. And Eddie over here is muttering must kill.." When the replay stated again, she ordered Jotsun to get away from the door. When the next time Edward disappeared, she would try to jam his door. She also tried to lookup more info on Edie.

"So, tell me a story." Pallia asked Jotun.



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Genevieve Lehrsherr
1 ABY; M.A.D. Office of Investigators

Genevieve’s left eyebrow raised instinctively, as it was wont to do when she was simultaneously intrigued and puzzled, when Hujin reaffirmed the fact that this Officer Lauser had reported eleven murders, despite the fact that the case file, which he doubtlessly pored over beforehand, said twelve when he walked into her office (had it been even higher than that previously?).

“Is this...Are you..." the director hesitated, and smiled. Genevieve knew the look all too well. Rookie. "I think that...I've brought this case to the right person." Hujin closed the folder before Genevieve could see if the numbers would decrease even more. How low would they go? All the way to zero? Would they stop at one to ensure that this was still, in fact, a murder case? Or would it finish the job of erasing history completely? "I am wrong about the numbers, aren't I?" Hujin seemed stressed as he tapped on Genevieve’s desk a couple times with his knuckles, and then got up from his chair and turned to leave.

“Director,” Genevieve said before Hujin got to the door. “You’re not wrong. You’re reading the facts as they’re presented to you. You’re trained to do that. We all are. But this place...” she stood from her chair on the opposite side of the desk, “is different. You can’t rely on just your training anymore. You have to... unlearn what you have learned.” She smiled. “Now, if I may, I would like to request that you leave that case file here with me. I’m sure you have a copy on your datapad, and elsewhere. And then I would like to speak with Officer Lauser, as well as Mr. Tucson.”

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IC: Genevieve Lehrsherr
Coronet General Psych Ward

19 BBY

Genevieve felt sorry for the two guys. Being locked up in a mental asylum was one of the most horrible fates that she could imagine. Norpin was like a bomb that was about to go off, what were they feeding him? Gen asked herself, she hoped the restraints were strong enough to hold him off from jumping and tearing their eyes out. Though he seemed to be focused on the other guy.

“Oh, that guy talks.” she murmured as she sat opposite Resai and let Bilal do the introductions. Genevieve was going to observe for now, the other guy clearly had lost it, but Resai seemed lucid. So what was he doing here? Probably he was like those mental cases where they seem rational at first then they snap and start spouting nonsense.

Genevieve tried not to roll her eyes at what he was saying. Yeah, sure, indulge his fantasies and then get yourself locked up in an asylum. “So you are saying that you are healthy?” she asked and fixed him with a gaze “Could you run us through the case and how it did affect you both? It must have been traumatic, seeing the young girl and all.” she managed a small smile.

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