You And I Are Going To Have Words [Noah]

[Trayx Ariko]

Trayx nodded absently and dug her datapad out of her jacket, tapping the screen as she opened up the archived messages from Skree. "I'll look through what she's sent me...maybe she mentioned him by name somewhere...I know she didn't think very highly of him. With luck, she didn't just refer to him as 'the creepy Duros in engineering'."

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Trayx Ariko"]
Noah nodded and stood, walking over to a drawer and searching through it before he finally came upon what he was looking for, a datapad with a small piece of tape on the back labeled: 'Solomon Duty Rosters and Crew Manifests'. "I'll look through these and you look through whatever Skree sent to you."

 

[Trayx Ariko]

Trayx nodded absently, absorbed in her task. She quickly scrolled down the list of messages to find the ones that were dated to roughly a year ago, and started reading from the first mention of the Protectorate. The first one mentioned her meeting with Tegaea Alcori - or a name along those exotic-sounding lines, the second mentioned salvaging old fighter parts in the Spacewing and meeting Noah Corek, the third...ah, jackpot. This was the one where Skree talked about the other engineers on the Solomon. "Let's see...names, names, names..."

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Trayx Ariko"]
Noah looked through the files and found multiple things. There was a Duros head engineer but his name was blacked out. This meant one of two things, he had ran black ops, since Noah was a former black ops operator and he had met this Duros, he highly doubted it. The other was that this man had personally went in and had personally blacked it out, which scared Noah because this meant the man had snuck into his apartment and had gotten near his daughter. "Do you have anything?"

 

[Trayx Ariko]

Trayx started to shake her head, but then she paused. "Yes! Wait - who the kark got into my karking datapad?" She snarled, face suddenly darkening with rage. The twi'lek began typing furiously, cussing quietly at her datapad. "His name's here, but some - " insert a royally horrible insult here " - managed to get to my datapad and kark with it. Which means I get to unkark it." And also that he knew I existed, knew Skree talked to me, knew me well enough to know I might be a problem, and had access to my ship, but one crisis at a time. What didn't occur to her was that when the datapad was connected to the holonet, an encoding program might have leeched onto her datapad and wiped clean the name she was trying to access, but once again, one crisis at a time. One crisis at a time. "First letter is an...S, I think."

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Trayx Ariko"]
Noah was looking at his datapad in anger and threw it against the wall, completely shattering it. Noah sighed, the man who had gotten to Skree was good, even though Noah hated to admit it. Of course with Noah's bad luck, a snipers round shattered the window nearby and slammed nearly a inch into next to him in the couch. It was then that reflexes took hold. Pushing Trayx off of the couch, Noah flipped it over to provide cover. "Damn! Whoever this guy is he has some serious brass balls to attack like this."
OOC: [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

 

[Trayx Ariko]

"Brass balls, maybe, but no damn brains." Trayx snarled, wound tighter than a spring. "I change my mind, I'm not gonna kill this feyjir when I find him - not for a long damn time." Her eyes fell on her datapad, which was still unkarking the karked-up records.

S...e...d...

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Trayx Ariko"]
Finally the name hit Noah like a ton of durasteel. "Sedaris!" Noah yelled as he reached down and under his couch and pulled out a Hekler'Kok HR-2 from under the couch with a high-powered scope. "I remember! He was this lecherous little bastard who somehow got onto my ship by order of some higher up in the Pyre, never liked him but I couldn't do anything about it."

 

[Trayx Ariko]

[member="Noah Corek"]

"Sedaris." Trayx muttered. That was it. He's dead. Dead, dead, dead. Deader than dead.

All right, so she was a bit narrow-minded.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

Detective Ven'Rain Sekairo was on the case. Currently she was 'interrogating' one of the regular neighborhood scumbags. The man cowered before her, his bladder threatening to empty itself. All the while she waved a deadly weapon in his face. One did not mess with her when she was like this. Such a thing was a very, very bad idea. Scowling again she repeated the question for what felt like the thousandth time that evening.​

​

"What do you know about Skree Ariko's killer?" She asked, twirling her threatening tool around with ease. In front of her the man let out a little whimper.​

"He's a crazy guy! I'm telling you, you don't want to mess with him! I seen this guy once or twice. Covered in blood! But he, he got these eyes, everywhere! Metaphorically, of course. I woulda reported the bastard... but he woulda come for me! Just dun let him know I sold him out, okay? And just... Just don't hit me with that!" He screeched. In response Ven smiled, putting away the nefarious... stirring spoon? That was what she had been waving around?...​

​

"Hey! It's okay bub. We, the Protectorate, ain't going to let him hurt anyone else. Now relax. The cookies are almost done. You can have a couple for helping me out. Okay?" And thus the real purpose behind her tool was revealed. It was to stir ingredients. Wondrous baking ingredients, to be exact! Yup Yup! This was what the nefarious demon had been planning all along: COOKIES. How vile she truly was, yup yup.​

​

But wait... something was off. Ven had a bad, bad feeling about something. With a frown she pulled out her communicator... and called [member="Noah Corek"]. Now was a good time to check up on his investigation. Wouldn't hurt to make sure he was okay. Little did she know that he had found a very, very big clue. Skree's sister, [member="Trayx Ariko"].​

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Trayx Ariko"] [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]
OOC: I hate airports!

Noah growled as he peeked over the couch to try and get a good look at where the shooter was firing from. It was then his comm-link he kept on his belt for work. Pulling it off his belt, Noah saw it was from Ven. Answering Noah called into the comm at the same time firing his rifle. "Now is not he best time to be calling Ven!" Noah told her over the sound of incoming and return fire.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

"I don't care Corek! I just made cookies- after interrogating this nice shady sam kind of guy- and they're really hot but I have a bad feeling about something. I assume this something is you getting in trouble? What's that noise in the background?... COREK, DO I HAVE TO COME RESCUE YOU AGAIN? Don't answer that. I'm coming!" And with that she shut off the communicator, grabbed a handful of cookies, and ran out the door.​

​

She'd be at Corek's place in a few minutes.
[member="Noah Corek"], [member="Trayx Ariko"]​

 

[Trayx Ariko]

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Noah Corek"]

Trayx listened to the whole exchange with an interesting combination of incredulity and amusement battling on her face. Any connection to a Ven'Rain that went with you to find my sister? Forgive her, it's been a long and trying day, and she didn't know Ven at all.

With just a blaster pistol, their attacker was out of effective range, leaving her a liability. That wasn't okay with Trayx - but there wasn't a hell of a lot she could do about it.