Private Urban Grime, Urban Crime

[Kai Bamarri]

Kai swallowed.

<I ate some of his memories.>

“Feth.” The Ithorian wailed, clutching his hammerhead in pain. “Skywalker on a tricycle, you busted my head open. Oh what a world, what a world.”

<I was trying to see if I could find out who he’s working for,> Kai continued, hoping that Yula wouldn’t freak out now that she knew his secret. So far everyone else had either gotten mad at him or tried to kill him because of it.

<So I could tell Dag about it and he could...>

"That's disgusting!"

<Stop them. The bad people, I mean.>

He wasn’t sure if she would believe that. Deep down Kai had always known he was lying to himself whenever he justified eating people’s brains with “good intentions”.

Yula Perl​

 

[Yula Perl]

Yula’s face blanked.

“You did whaaa?”

If she had time to think about it, Kai’s brain-eating would have tracked with him being a sithspawn. But thinking was not Yula’s strong suit.

The Ithorian seemed incapacitated enough from Kai’s tackle and mind slurping, so Yula felt comfortable withdrawing from his weeping form. The razor edge of her nail withdrew, retracting back into her skin as she rose and half-stepped away from the drug runner.

<Stop them. The bad people, I mean.>

Her lips twisted into a frown. Dag really had gotten to this one, huh?

…Right?

“Well, what did you find out?”

Kai Bamarri

 

[Kai Bamarri]

It took Kai a few moments to digest the Ithorian’s memories, if you will, and still more time to find the answers he was looking for.

<A woman gave him the bag… a Pantoran… told him not to open it… no questions asked…> Kai’s gaze drifted, in a daze. <Find Dagon and give it to him…>

“Okay,” the Ithorian murmured, glancing at the picture of Dagon that had been sent to his datapad. “Huh. A Jedi? What does he want with somebody like you?”

“I told you, no questions,” the Pantoran replied irritably. “Just get it to him and go.”

<It sounds like it was a setup.> Kai confirmed, rising to his feet. <But... why? Was somebody trying to frame him?> Either way, Kai really needed to make himself look a lot less like Dagon. This mistaken identity stuff was getting ridiculous.

Sirens reared up in the distance, getting steadily louder and closer. Whether because of the downed power lines or the fighting and screaming in the streets below, someone had called the cops. Kai bolted for cover as soon as he heard the noise, running down a nearby alleyway.

Yula Perl​

 

[Yula Perl]

Yula frowned. She didn’t like the idea of someone trying to frame Dagon—she didn’t like the idea of him tangling with the underworld at all. Just as he didn’t like her own vaguely criminal dealings, but they tolerated it. Swept it under the rug, more like.

“Probably.”

She’d be keeping an eye out for icy blue skin. In the meantime, she’d scramble after Kai, huffing and puffing as she struggled to catch up to the sithspawn’s ludicrous speed.

Kai Bamarri

 

[Kai Bamarri]

As Kai ran, he lifted his arms toward the sky. His limbs lengthened, pliable flesh stretching toward the roof of a nearby building. Once he had a decent grip, he pulled himself upward and kept running across roofs.

That was when he became aware of Yula tailing him—or trying to. She seemed to be having trouble keeping up.

<Wait, why are you following me?> he asked, the distance between them no obstacle for a telepath.

Yula Perl​