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Malcoma Hesse
The Coruscanti nightlife of the rich and famous was something Judah was never going to get used to. It was a level of hedonism and opulence the simple Jedi had never seemed to master. Most of the time he was too busy trying to avoid becoming like the wretched yuppies to even care about what sort of things interested them. His investigation into the bombing which occurred while he had been attending a gala on Hapes had demanded he not ignore it now.
Judah had found nothing in the rubble to indicate any one individual who had been responsible. Whatever remains had resulted from the explosion were so indistinguishable that no one had been able to identify anyone. There were missing persons reports, but they did not help other than give names to lives possibly lost in the explosion. Most had to assume they died there, but Coruscant was so crime ridden that anything was possible.
It was too clean, all of it, to have been some gang from the lower levels. No, the shadow had become convinced whoever was behind the attack had the resources to ensure they would never be attached to it. It would be old detective work, with help from the force and a very interesting ally, which would crack the case.
Malcoma Hesse
confused Judah as much as anything. They should have never been a good match when it came to working together, or in any other sense for that matter. Yet, they were. Judah was just less Jedi-like enough to make it work, and she cared a lot more than she would admit. Both factors made the pairing workable even if it was odd and unlikely.
He could feel all the eyes staring at him. Jedi rarely traveled into the wealthier parts of Coruscant unless it was on the behest of a high ranking official, or one of the senators which requested their presence. In this case it was neither, which meant trouble. It was the only other reason a Jedi would be seen walking about the area standing out like a wampa on tatooine. What drew everyone’s attention even more was the fact Malcoma looked as much at home among the elite as Judah looked out of place. Being seen together was going to raise eyebrows, but it was what Judah was hoping for.
Those who had a problem with his presence would not be suspicious enough to consider a suspect. Anyone that had a problem with him being there and with Malcoma, that would possibly put him closer to his mark. There was always the chance it would leave him with nothing as well. People seemed a lot more tolerant of odd pairings than they had when Judah was younger. It was a strange galaxy they lived in, and for Judah it was getting stranger with every passing year.
“Either they think I’m about to beg for credits, or they all can’t believe how resplendent you look…”
It was part compliment disguised in self-deprecating humor. The pair could never seem to compliment each other directly. Sarcasm and banter was one of the things which kept their relationship casual, whatever the dynamic of it was. They were friends working together, but there was something else too, something underneath the surface neither had dared to discover. It was enough. They had a job to do after all.
C U R I O U S
Weapons: xxx x2
Tag:
Malcoma Hesse
The Coruscanti nightlife of the rich and famous was something Judah was never going to get used to. It was a level of hedonism and opulence the simple Jedi had never seemed to master. Most of the time he was too busy trying to avoid becoming like the wretched yuppies to even care about what sort of things interested them. His investigation into the bombing which occurred while he had been attending a gala on Hapes had demanded he not ignore it now.
Judah had found nothing in the rubble to indicate any one individual who had been responsible. Whatever remains had resulted from the explosion were so indistinguishable that no one had been able to identify anyone. There were missing persons reports, but they did not help other than give names to lives possibly lost in the explosion. Most had to assume they died there, but Coruscant was so crime ridden that anything was possible.
It was too clean, all of it, to have been some gang from the lower levels. No, the shadow had become convinced whoever was behind the attack had the resources to ensure they would never be attached to it. It would be old detective work, with help from the force and a very interesting ally, which would crack the case.
Malcoma Hesse
confused Judah as much as anything. They should have never been a good match when it came to working together, or in any other sense for that matter. Yet, they were. Judah was just less Jedi-like enough to make it work, and she cared a lot more than she would admit. Both factors made the pairing workable even if it was odd and unlikely. He could feel all the eyes staring at him. Jedi rarely traveled into the wealthier parts of Coruscant unless it was on the behest of a high ranking official, or one of the senators which requested their presence. In this case it was neither, which meant trouble. It was the only other reason a Jedi would be seen walking about the area standing out like a wampa on tatooine. What drew everyone’s attention even more was the fact Malcoma looked as much at home among the elite as Judah looked out of place. Being seen together was going to raise eyebrows, but it was what Judah was hoping for.
Those who had a problem with his presence would not be suspicious enough to consider a suspect. Anyone that had a problem with him being there and with Malcoma, that would possibly put him closer to his mark. There was always the chance it would leave him with nothing as well. People seemed a lot more tolerant of odd pairings than they had when Judah was younger. It was a strange galaxy they lived in, and for Judah it was getting stranger with every passing year.
“Either they think I’m about to beg for credits, or they all can’t believe how resplendent you look…”
It was part compliment disguised in self-deprecating humor. The pair could never seem to compliment each other directly. Sarcasm and banter was one of the things which kept their relationship casual, whatever the dynamic of it was. They were friends working together, but there was something else too, something underneath the surface neither had dared to discover. It was enough. They had a job to do after all.
