Private Corporate Investigation

[Bruce Nelson]

Location: The World Fondor
Local Time: 3 AM

To say he was not amused as he made his way through the urban sprawl of the world Fondor was the understatement. So far he had stopped more than a few of Law Enforcement from abusing people they were supposed to protect. He was rapidly losing faith in the CIS and had started to believe they should have a visit from the Guild. After all with actions like this that needed correcting maybe they should have a visit from the Guild. Unlike his brothers, Bruce saw no purpose to overly fancy gadgets or gizmos for himself. The Force was his main tool to punish abuses of power like the ones he had noticed during his journey on Fondor so far. Maybe he should establish a unit of Archers on this world in order to keep innocents safe.

 

[Darth Metus]

Fondor.

Though the Confederacy was a community, there were some members which fervently clung to the Independent portion of their moniker. One such world was the fabled world of immense shipyards and exceptional manufacturing. On the surface, Fondor was a shining gem and needed no introduction. Its gleam was so bright that they declined Confederacy having much of a federal presence there. Its streets were devoid of Knights Obsidian - the order tasted with keeping peace throughout the nation. Instead, they relied upon local law enforcement: Fondorians handling Fondorians as it was.

But as the old saying went, Looks Can Be Deceiving.

So it was that one man took an unofficial visit to the shining gem of the North. Officially, he was seated within his office on Naboo, tending to the matters of state. Yet, his footsteps actually bore him down the alleyways of the bustling city. The hour was excessively late. And, by all accounts, Isley fit the description of every thug there had ever been. Hood raised. Baggy pants. Dark complexion. Each choice, save the latter, had been by design. With these, he would blend in. With these, he was the definition of local.

As he strode about his business, the man noted a fellow soul walking the street. When their paths inevitably met, he'd shove past. This was surely something he'd never do while on the clock, but as a Fondorian?

"Fethin' watch it." he growled.

Bruce Nelson