Sentinel Prime
Outfit: Sentinel Standard
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Valery Noble
Days of no progress. Weeks of it. He had a face, but he couldn't put a name to it. Even when he'd been gone to Tython his people hadn't been able to come up with anything. Now, returned, he was back to work on the case. At the least, the person behind it hadn't chosen to attack when much of the people who would defend Coruscant were away. He counted that as luck. Purely luck. Or, perhaps, the will of the Force. Though, the terrorist was certainly seeking to undermine the will of the Force in everything that he did and had done so on Ansion, so perhaps it really was just luck.
He paced his office, hands clasped behind his back, knowing that the only avenue was to go and see if he could get access to city wide records, which meant a trip to the Alliance Law offices. He also knew that meant a lot of red tape, and that, in all likelihood, he'd end up stonewalled because he was a PI and much of the law enforcement world viewed people like him with disdain because they were often hired by people who wanted answers faster than law enforcement could, or would, provide them. But he still had to do it.
"I'm going out," he said as he walked out of his office and past the receptionist. "Heading to the Alliance Law offices if anyone asks."
A private airspeeder took him across the city towards the governmental district. Also wasn't too far from where the Jedi temple was. The offices of the Alliance's law enforcement division were housed in one of the skyscrapers there. If he was going to get anywhere in identifying who the person was that he and Valery had discovered, he needed access to their database of those who lived and worked on the planet.
He entered, and waited in line to speak with someone, eventually being directed to meet with a public relations officer. Not unsurprising. He was the public and his request did fall into their list of duties to handle.
"So, as I understand it, you want to run a database search on everyone who lives and works on Coruscant, because you think one of them might be a terrorist?"
"No, because I know one of them is and I have the evidence to prove it. I just don't know who they are."
"Well, let's see the evidence."
Tycho obliged, having anticipated this. He shared everything he had, including his notes and the video footage of the man appearing and almost immediately disappearing. There was all the information of the scene in which his employee had been murdered. There was the connection between Ansion and Coruscant. The information on what they knew from the attack on Ansion, including independent pharmaceutical analysis of the compound used to manipulate the people there. All of it pointed to the person they had a brief image of, and they needed to find out who he was so he could find the final connections and have a cut and dry case against the man.
"This is a lot of information," the officer said after reviewing. "But all you have to connect this man to what you're showing me is a half second glimpse of him on a camera screen in the vicinity. I can't do a database search based on that, I'm sorry."
"I know you don't understand this, but the Force is involved in this crime and both Grandmaster Noble and I believe this man is the person behind all of this."
"I understand that, Mr. Arak, but I can't complete your request. You'll have to find him some other way."
"There is no other way."
"Then I'm afraid you'll have to take your assumptions about him and let them go and leave the investigating to people who are qualified to handle it."
That threatened to anger him, but he took a deep breath, picked up his things, and left the officers office. He had known this was the likely outcome, but he still had to try. And maybe, just maybe, there was a way to get what he wanted, if he had the assistance of someone the Alliance trusted, someone with some weight to throw around. So he sat down in the waiting area and pulled out his datapad to type a message:
Val,
Need your help to find this guy. Can you come to the Alliance Law building?
Tycho