CURRENT LOCATION: CORUSCANT UNDERWORLD, LEVEL: ???
AREA OF OPERATION: UNMAPPED - DATABASE NULL
OPERATIVE STATUS: FUNCTIONAL - VITALS POSITIVE
CONTACTS ON CURRENT RADIAL: NEGATIVE
DATA BASED ON INFORMATION:
- SUSPECT: GELLAD TERRAS/AGE:30/SEX:MALE/SPECIES: NEAR-HUMAN (CORELLIAN)
- NATURE OF CRIME/REASON FOR APPREHENSION: THEFT(x2), ASSAULT ON CIVILIAN LIFE(x3), BATTERY(x1), UNLAWFUL POSSESSION OF UNKNOWN ARTIFACT/PROPERTY.
- DATABASE BACKGROUND CHECK: INVALID! COUNTER-OBEYANCE!
- CURRENT OBJECTIVE: SEIZE MATERIAL/OBJECT OF INTEREST, COMMENCE CODE 10-0 (SCANNING), APPREHEND INDIVIDUAL(S), AMPUTATE-ZERO-CONFIRM AT DISCRETION.
- ENGAGING OPERATION/PATROL.
- HAVE A GOOD DAY!
"Uhhh 10-4, will keep uplink of data streaming for assistance. This is a first for me going down this far, it's not even listed on anything what this sector is. Going off of local intel can be risky, but I guess it's all we have."
"WATCHER to Unit - 1/0T, affirmative. WATCHER will observe and analyze."
"Acknowledged, suspending negotiation tactics until target is visible. Full lethal optimized."
"WATCHER to Unit - 1/0T, confirmed."
Slow, deliberate footfalls echoed throughout dead streets. Silence dominated the ruins, and not even a breeze whispered among the slumbering decay. Weapon raised, Lazlo methodically cleared his immediate area, but began to feel somewhat uneasy by the fact that nothing had happened yet. Zero gang activity, no raiders, no presence of black market dealings. Furthermore, the reality of stumbling around in the darkness lent no further confidence. Too much could go wrong.
"Hm. Lonely place."
Broken homes, smashed belongings, corroded structures and places many use to roam and frequent. A realm of long forgotten memories likely once cherished in a time long before Lazlo's first breaths.
Somewhere in the distance a faint thud could be heard, followed by the scraping of metal and movement - something or someone was present. Lazlo froze in place and swiftly pointed his gun in the general direction. "Unit - 1/0T to WATCHER, activity noted. Pursuing." "WATCHER to Unit - 1/0T, 10-4. BOL."
Cautiously, Lazlo paced himself, his reticle at eye level as the sound of his own breathing filled his helmet. As he neared the source of the noise, it was clearly visible that a struggle had occurred; blood, torn clothing, a standard issue blaster pistol, yet no suspect. A trail of dried crimson leading off further into the remains of the underground city. Silence once more.
"Unit - 1/0T to WATCHER... no suspect on my radial. Clear evidence of a fight, blood leads off deeper into the ruins. Confirmation of 10-20 scans?"
"WATCHER to Unit - 1/0T, 10-4, commencing short-range mapping."
"10-4, WATCHER. Pulling out for now, area of operations is unknown and potentially hostile. Case suspended until further notice."
"WATCHER to Unit - 1/0T, 10-4."
