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The Snarky Little Smartass
Maintaining a nonchalant gate, Orion walked with a small skip to his step and a small box in hand, clasping the box by its small handle. The positivity infectious as he shot finger guns at a passerby or two. Or it would have been infectious had those Jedi returned the finger guns back instead of giving him confused looks.
Entering the conference room as it slid open, Orion immediately carried the same energy into the room with a small spin, letting his robes float and flutter about him, before coming to a stop and sliding up towards the conference room table. Immediately, Orion set the box down and opened it as he unfolded its structure entirely, lying it out flat on the table. Inside, there were all manner of treats, mainly different flavors of donut holes, a few different small breakfast sandwiches, and two pairs of travel cups. One pair filled with coffee and the other with tea, in case the woman before him had her fill of coffee already.
"What a wonderful morning this is, am I right?" Orion gestured out through the window Master Ryiah stood near, "Mornings like these always remind to treat myself to a good breakfast. Here, you should treat yourself too."
Rubbing his hands together, his hands briefly waved a hand to the different food items.
"I hope you're not allergic to anything. Here's the tea and here's the coffee," Orion pointed out which was which before grabbing himself a sandwich and taking a bite for himself.
Sitting in one of the chairs, Orion spun around once and then twice before kicking his feet up on the table, leaning as far back as he could. Pointing at Master Ryiah with a sandwich before pointing again a little lower, right to where she would have been holding the files, Orion's smile grew, showcasing a few too many teeth for it to be a normal smile.
"I see you're already on a first name basis with me, but I'm yet to be on a first name basis with you," Orion chastised, absolutely glowing as he teased his fellow Jedi, "Trust me, I would save those for a rainy late afternoon read rather than as a breach of privacy and trust. Although, they do tend to exaggerate the details in those a lot."
Orion closed his eyes and shrugged, smirking as he continued to delight in teasing her further. Just a little. Not everyday a Jedi Knight catches a Jedi Master with her hand in the cookie jar. "So I guess I shouldn't mind too much if it puts me in a fanciful light for you, Ms. Ryiah."
Even if it is for good reason to have her hand in said cookie jar. He knew how these things worked after all. The Jedi had archives and the Masters were allowed the maximum clearance to peruse those files. It only made him wonder why she had gone through the trouble of looking at his file rather than talking or meeting with him first. A time restriction or schedule conflict? Or was there something about the case that required he should be reviewed without his knowledge?
Or perhaps she had been a little too curious about him. He was not sure if he could have blamed her there.
Opening his eyes, Orion wondered how she would handle his rather casual if slightly inquiring introduction—inquiring through his teasing and words to watch her every move and reaction as to what kind of person she was. Smiling and taking another bite of his sandwich before leaning forward, Orion placed a free hand on the casefiles on the conference room table, spreading it out and flipping a page. A nonchalant and vague look hung about his eyes, as if he was observing with little interest, but there was a hint of curiosity—no matter how morbid it may appear in this line of work—as he turned another page.
Before casting a glance at Ryiah to take the lead here. He had already said his piece, for now.
Your turn.
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An interesting question. What would most other Jedi say of him? Describe him? Orion could hazard a few educated guesses, hypothesizes, but those guesses would do him little good here in terms of a good answer to her question. No, he needed something to keep her on her toes for now.
"Perhaps it will be one of my first impressions on you, Ms. Ryiah," Orion tilted his head at her, noting how her eyes were studying him, "But don't worry. I won't seduce you over our first case together."
Confidence was key here. That and his habitual humor were needed to keep her from guessing he knew she was studying him and that he was studying her in turn. Perhaps she was wondering how he could be an asset or maybe there was something about his demeanor that appealed to her rather than pushed her away. There was certainly a curiosity in her eyes. The good kind.
Catching the file between his hand and the desk before biting down on the sandwich once more, Orion's eyes peered down at the notes and images within the files. Overdoses with an uncontrolled and unknown substance, and it's particular effect on the victims' biologies. There was a considerable concern that there was a more sinister element at play here. Orion would rather not jump to speculation or panic until there was more evidence.
But even after a small glance at the report and the bodies, Orion could tell there was more to this than meets the eye as his eyes rapidly scanned across the file and its photos before pushing the document away from himself.
"I'm sure you'll fill me in on the relevant details, won't you?" Orion shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before leaning back in his seat, feigning ignorance on the matter.
For now, he kept his observations to himself as he finished up the sandwich in his hand. If it had been an unintended side effect of the drug or an accident, the bodies would be found across Coruscant in all manner of locations. Overdoses rarely happened in the gutters. Disposing bodies on the other hand was a far more common occurrence. The fact these bodies had been left in the gutters either implies a poorly-devised cover up or that these deaths were intentional.
Otherwise, if the evidence had been any different, he may have told the Jedi Master that this case did not require his skills. After all, she could handle a drug ring or two on her own without his help.
But now? He was too invested to see this mystery to the end. One of his failings as a person and a Jedi.
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His smile grew as his eyebrows raised for a moment, eyes widening as he watched her go for his proverbial throat. There was a certain spitfire to her that she was trying to keep under control, keep professional to an extent. Maybe push his buttons in return.
But this was not Orion's first foray into such conversations.
"Colorfully interrupted," Orion repeated the words before smiling and quietly laughing to himself after sparing a glance at his own green hands, "That's a good one. I get that."
All he had to do was make light of what she was saying. Not let it get to him or become defensive. It was interesting how much people lost steam if one maintained a casual demeanor. Orion stood from his seat, fixing his coat and smoothing out his pants.
"You could have gotten anyone to be your pilot. Even a small padawan," Orion spoke before turning around and heading towards the door. As it slid open, Orion peered over his shoulder at the Jedi Master.
"You either need me or you truly do not know a single thing about me. Either way, it will make this much more fun."
As he head out the door, Orion spoke from the hallway, "I'll see you out front!"
And he disappeared to retrieve a proper vehicle to begin this investigation. As Katarine Ryiah left the front entrance of the temple, Orion rested himself by sitting on the hood of his vehicle. A classic speeder. On the high-end side of price. Definitely something a Jedi could afford normally, at least not without saving or gaining an extra revenue stream.
"Classy girl deserves a classy ride, right?" Orion teased before opening the door for the Jedi Master.
After she got herself situated in the comfortable and plush seat with lumbar support, Orion took the driver's seat and rested his hands on the wheel before flipping levers and pressing buttons on the controls. A steady thrum of the engine followed.
"And off we go. Where to?" Orion cast a sideways smile at Katarine before keeping his focus forward on the crowded skies.
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Diving in and out of different lanes as the pair of investigators headed towards the medical examiner's office, Orion's attention remained on the road as his hands smoothly worked the controls. Not a single bump or jerk on the whole trip. If anything, the smooth and relaxing hovering could almost put someone to sleep if there was not a certain urgency to their current mission. Pulling to a stop at a traffic light, Orion gently tapped the wheel in wait.
"You'd be wrong," Orion corrected, nonchalantly, "Although, your chariot came at quite the steal."
Whether he meant that literally or figuratively, that was for Katarine to figure out.
As soon as the light turned green, Orion gently pushed the vehicle forward with the press of the accelerator. A small yet swift and easy turn followed. There was no strain or lack of concentration lost as he continued the conversation.
A small grin followed, "You've lightened up a little. Were you more fun when you were a knight or have your duties as a master dampened that illustrious spirit?"
Yes, he was teasing her a little. But he rather ask a question indirectly. Perhaps, he would receive more answers and a little more information about his "partner" than if he had been more direct.
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Before the Clone Wars?
"You look good for your age," Orion smirked, the smile growing wider with each word as he landed the final punchline, "Like fine wine for such an old lady, Ms. Ryiah."
Exactly how many Jedi arrived from that era to the present? The Mirialian hybrid had heard the rumors and talk of these time-displaced individuals, but he figured it would only be a matter of time before he met one. Staring off and focusing on the drive, his brow furrowed slightly at this new information before becoming more neutral—the ghost of a smirk remaining. His fingers tapped on the wheel as they slowed to another stop. The traffic continued to remain neither tedious nor quick. Traffic did as traffic does.
But it did allow him a moment to cast a sidelong glance at the Jedi Master as she spoke of needing a vacation from this tedious assignment. Her hands loosening their grip. As their shared vehicle continued forward once more, Orion lowered the airspeeder's altitude and switched lanes closer to the buildings and sidewalks present all over Coruscant. The nearby safety of nice, solid ground almost within reach through the view of the side windows.
Perhaps, it would be a comforting thought for his passenger.
"I know a place on Naboo you could vacation," Orion offered, slightly tilting his head to the side and shrugging nonchalantly for a moment, "While you're there, I could give a fresh perspective on your assignment."
It was more likely she would reject his offer than accept, although it would be a welcome surprise considering she seemed aware she needed one. Still, the issue remained that she appeared to be the type to not let unfinished business remain unfinished, but the offer of assisting her may not be so easily turned down. Planting that idea in her head would be rather easy. Closing the deal, however, would require him impressing her particularly well with this case. That took an act of earning her trust and showcasing his competence.
Time to pull out the proverbial magnifying glass and get to work. When they got to work.
Making another turn towards the morgue, Orion tapped his chin a few times with his index finger, thinking, before smiling.
"It might do you some good," Orion advised off-handedly, keeping the conversation rolling, "We wouldn't want you growing more white hairs, now do we?"
One more remark about her looks and age. Something to focus on besides the flying or the stress surrounding her case—or this case for that matter.
"Grandma."
And a new nickname had been christened, here and now. Although, whether Orion would survive to use it more than once remained to be seen.
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