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momslilassassin) wrote2009-03-21 10:09 pm
momslilassassin) wrote2009-03-21 10:09 pm
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Coruscant, GFFA [laaaaate Saturday night, Fandom time]
An hour after the Anakin Solo had broken orbit heading for Fondor (and wasn’t that a wonderful idea, taking the fight to a planet that built warships), Jacen’s StealthX was in a Coruscanti hanger bay undergoing repairs it didn’t actually need.
Ben was sitting in a traffic control landspeeder (he hadn’t asked how Shevu had swung that, but it was terribly convenient to be in a ship with an excuse not to move for a while) a few intersections away, monitoring Shevu as he walked towards the hanger on one of the screens in front of him. “Let me know if you need a disruption,” he said into his mic.
Shevu smiled. “If you ever take up a life of crime, Ben, you’d do staggeringly well at it. Just as well Jedi are pretty honest,” he said, stalking into the hanger bay with the gait of a man who knew that wearing the uniform of the Galactic Alliance Guard was a get-out-of-everything pass in Jacen Solo’s new galactic order.
He walked up to the technicians and asked when Colonel Solo’s StealthX would be up in the rotation. “We’ll do it next,” the tech replied in a clearly exasperated voice. “We can only process them so fast, you know.”
Shevu nodded. “It’s okay. I’ll hang around, if you don’t mind. He can be a real pain in the neck about efficiency.”
Horrified silence greeted that pronouncement and Ben tried not to facepalm. What Jacen had done to that lieutenant had raced around the Fleet like wildfire. Shevu shrugged his shoulder and proceeded to look like he was killing time by poking his head into everything, generally giving the impression of a guy wanting to get on with something because he had an unreasonable boss.
Who killed people. Ben shook his head. A few weeks ago, Jacen had been a hero to the Fleet, leading from the front, never asking anyone to do something he wouldn’t do himself. And that bred devotion—the knowledge that people, regardless of rank, were looking out for each other. As long as you didn’t know about how he’d tortured Ben. Which Ben wasn’t inclined to do. At all.
“Ben, stand by,” Shevu said quietly as he climbed the ladder up to Jacen’s StealthX. “In the hole,” he muttered, carefully dropping the forensics droid into the cockpit, then climbed back down, looking bored. “Droid’s on the case.”
Ben’s attention shifted to the droid’s-eye view of the cockpit as it skimmed over plastoid and durasteel, picking up traces and sampling them before storing them inside its case. There were traces of lubricant, microscopic metal shavings, hand sweat, and dust from Kavan. Ben’s lips pursed together. That didn’t help: Jacen had landed there when he’d found Ben.
The droid worked methodically, covering the cockpit deck and bulkheads, then moved to the apparently clean seat. And then the readings changed.
PARTICLES: BRICK, UNKNOWN ORIGIN. CLAY, SILICATES
ORGANIC MATERIAL: HAIR, FEMALE, 29 CMS. FOLLICULAR TAG PRESENT. TRACES OF BLOOD ON HAIR SHAFT. DNA MATCHES HAIR.
“Oh,” Ben breathed.
“What is it, Ben?” Shevu asked, leaning casually against a wall.
“Hair with blood, and a follicular tag,” Ben replied. “Female hair.”
“If it’s got a tag, it was probably pulled out. That’s…grim.”
Ben’s mind flashed back to the image of his mother. You did it, Mom. “Get out of there,” he said, using the Force to pluck the droid out of the cockpit and speed it along the floor towards the door. “We have what we need.”
He’d just need his mother’s hair brush to confirm what his gut already knew.
[OOC: Dialogue adapted from Karen Traviss' Revelation. NFB, NFI, void where prohibited...]
Ben was sitting in a traffic control landspeeder (he hadn’t asked how Shevu had swung that, but it was terribly convenient to be in a ship with an excuse not to move for a while) a few intersections away, monitoring Shevu as he walked towards the hanger on one of the screens in front of him. “Let me know if you need a disruption,” he said into his mic.
Shevu smiled. “If you ever take up a life of crime, Ben, you’d do staggeringly well at it. Just as well Jedi are pretty honest,” he said, stalking into the hanger bay with the gait of a man who knew that wearing the uniform of the Galactic Alliance Guard was a get-out-of-everything pass in Jacen Solo’s new galactic order.
He walked up to the technicians and asked when Colonel Solo’s StealthX would be up in the rotation. “We’ll do it next,” the tech replied in a clearly exasperated voice. “We can only process them so fast, you know.”
Shevu nodded. “It’s okay. I’ll hang around, if you don’t mind. He can be a real pain in the neck about efficiency.”
Horrified silence greeted that pronouncement and Ben tried not to facepalm. What Jacen had done to that lieutenant had raced around the Fleet like wildfire. Shevu shrugged his shoulder and proceeded to look like he was killing time by poking his head into everything, generally giving the impression of a guy wanting to get on with something because he had an unreasonable boss.
Who killed people. Ben shook his head. A few weeks ago, Jacen had been a hero to the Fleet, leading from the front, never asking anyone to do something he wouldn’t do himself. And that bred devotion—the knowledge that people, regardless of rank, were looking out for each other. As long as you didn’t know about how he’d tortured Ben. Which Ben wasn’t inclined to do. At all.
“Ben, stand by,” Shevu said quietly as he climbed the ladder up to Jacen’s StealthX. “In the hole,” he muttered, carefully dropping the forensics droid into the cockpit, then climbed back down, looking bored. “Droid’s on the case.”
Ben’s attention shifted to the droid’s-eye view of the cockpit as it skimmed over plastoid and durasteel, picking up traces and sampling them before storing them inside its case. There were traces of lubricant, microscopic metal shavings, hand sweat, and dust from Kavan. Ben’s lips pursed together. That didn’t help: Jacen had landed there when he’d found Ben.
The droid worked methodically, covering the cockpit deck and bulkheads, then moved to the apparently clean seat. And then the readings changed.
PARTICLES: BRICK, UNKNOWN ORIGIN. CLAY, SILICATES
ORGANIC MATERIAL: HAIR, FEMALE, 29 CMS. FOLLICULAR TAG PRESENT. TRACES OF BLOOD ON HAIR SHAFT. DNA MATCHES HAIR.
“Oh,” Ben breathed.
“What is it, Ben?” Shevu asked, leaning casually against a wall.
“Hair with blood, and a follicular tag,” Ben replied. “Female hair.”
“If it’s got a tag, it was probably pulled out. That’s…grim.”
Ben’s mind flashed back to the image of his mother. You did it, Mom. “Get out of there,” he said, using the Force to pluck the droid out of the cockpit and speed it along the floor towards the door. “We have what we need.”
He’d just need his mother’s hair brush to confirm what his gut already knew.
[OOC: Dialogue adapted from Karen Traviss' Revelation. NFB, NFI, void where prohibited...]
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