The 8th Noble
The smell of dust and disuse was as prominent as ever in Colette's dorm room. She'd never been one to decorate or to have things around just for the sake of having them. It was bad for the soul, bad for the mind, and beside that she had very little reason to even have been here given her stay at the hospital and then later rehabilitation at the family home. She still felt the usual disdain she held for this place, but something about being here felt a lot less burdensome than usual. Coruscant was still a steaming pile of nerf leftovers but it was made bearable by the sheer amount of resources that she had at hand here.
In this moment, right in front of her was a corkboard. Next to her was a very small pile of papers. She took a sip of water from the glass in her hand and looked at the board. This would lay the foundation for a long investigation, she figured. She had a target but not a picture of her. She had a description but no owner. She knew that somewhere in the galaxy was a misguided Echani fool who had stabbed her in the stomach and that said fool was somehow related to the Sith. As far as starts went that was about it.
Colette put down the glass of water and grabbed the first piece of paper atop the pile of papers to post up the first piece of the puzzle that she had in front of her. She had printed a generated image of the body shape of her target based on what she remembered from the fight. They were of average height and average build, although it was hard to tell under the black-on-black equipment and the cloak. There was another generated image of the head and hair. The target had sharp features, almond eyes, a small chin and a pair of distinct eyebrows.
She grabbed the water and took another sip before she put it down again.
Somehow she was related to a warrior. Colette hadn't exactly taken in her shape during the chaos given the fact that she was preoccupied with the supposed woman that was now her target. But they were tied together - that much was obvious from the way they both reacted once briefly separated from one another in the force. It meant that they shared a bond, but was it out of love or was it not? A master-apprentice relationship? Something more casual? In the end she supposed she didn't really care as long as whatever they were could be used to keep either of them from repeating whatever had happened on Woostri.
And while this was Colette's investigation, she still figured that she'd need help. Lily was a knowledgeable type and a good warrior. While Colette hated to admit it, there was also something else that made her a good source. Something in her target's features had made her think that they were in fact Echani, just like Lily. Perhaps it was something about the white hair, or the vibe, or anything else that made Colette feel less like the racist she was most likely being for thinking it.
She shook the thought for now and took another sip from her glass. Her friend would most likely be arriving any moment now. Her arms crossed and with it she began to go over the case one more time. What was the motivation? Who was this woman? And most importantly what could Colette use to stop her if they met again?
Lily Decoria
In this moment, right in front of her was a corkboard. Next to her was a very small pile of papers. She took a sip of water from the glass in her hand and looked at the board. This would lay the foundation for a long investigation, she figured. She had a target but not a picture of her. She had a description but no owner. She knew that somewhere in the galaxy was a misguided Echani fool who had stabbed her in the stomach and that said fool was somehow related to the Sith. As far as starts went that was about it.
Colette put down the glass of water and grabbed the first piece of paper atop the pile of papers to post up the first piece of the puzzle that she had in front of her. She had printed a generated image of the body shape of her target based on what she remembered from the fight. They were of average height and average build, although it was hard to tell under the black-on-black equipment and the cloak. There was another generated image of the head and hair. The target had sharp features, almond eyes, a small chin and a pair of distinct eyebrows.
She grabbed the water and took another sip before she put it down again.
Somehow she was related to a warrior. Colette hadn't exactly taken in her shape during the chaos given the fact that she was preoccupied with the supposed woman that was now her target. But they were tied together - that much was obvious from the way they both reacted once briefly separated from one another in the force. It meant that they shared a bond, but was it out of love or was it not? A master-apprentice relationship? Something more casual? In the end she supposed she didn't really care as long as whatever they were could be used to keep either of them from repeating whatever had happened on Woostri.
And while this was Colette's investigation, she still figured that she'd need help. Lily was a knowledgeable type and a good warrior. While Colette hated to admit it, there was also something else that made her a good source. Something in her target's features had made her think that they were in fact Echani, just like Lily. Perhaps it was something about the white hair, or the vibe, or anything else that made Colette feel less like the racist she was most likely being for thinking it.
She shook the thought for now and took another sip from her glass. Her friend would most likely be arriving any moment now. Her arms crossed and with it she began to go over the case one more time. What was the motivation? Who was this woman? And most importantly what could Colette use to stop her if they met again?
Lily Decoria
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