Post by ErosThanatos on Feb 12, 2013 0:16:28 GMT -5
Though the Bith wasn't exactly familiar with Ervisa Therani's file, he knew it had gaping holes. The RSF hadn't managed to keep tabs of the ex-Jedi since her escape. The assumption was that she had simply faded into the backdrop of criminality that went about its business in the galaxy.
The Mirialan's body language told a different story. A darker one. A more complicated one. When she started to talk, Obbad found his suspicion confirmed. He took a good long minute to think before responding.
When he'd still been walking a beat in the depths of Coruscant, Obbad had once responded to a domestic dispute. The Bith had never really been heavily invested in a sense of justice but he'd had the job. He liked doing it and it helped people. That had always been enough. Obbad had figured he'd let the Jedi worry about good and bad, light and dark and all that.
"Aqualish domestic dispute. Female didn't have much of her face left in the right place." he began, speaking in a quiet, clipped tone. Obbad tried to keep his voice even. "It was back when I was on the beat- I show up and this guy is just sitting in front of the televid, knuckles still raw and dripping."
Obbad let out a short, frustrated whistle.
"Didn't even look up when I kicked in the door, just pointed to a stack of credchits." the Bith paused, clearing his throat. He'd never been good at relating to people. "Never had that kind've feeling, before or since. In my chest. Heat so intense it felt like ice. I wanted to work him over like he'd done to his wife. 'Til his face was hamburger and there wasn't enough unbroken bone left to keep him propped up straight."
Obbad dropped slowly down to rest on his haunches, elbows on his knees. He kept his voice in a soft timbre that a lot of humanoid euthenphonic ridgebrow species found soothing- except Bothans who just got goosebumps.
"Coulda done it, too. Central generally turned a blind eye to that sorta stuff." he continued. "I didn't. At the end of the day it wouldn't have fixed the female's face, and it wouldn't have helped their kids. Maybe it would've made me feel better, but I don't know- I suspect it just would've made it easier to do next time. Slippery slope."
Obbad shifted on his haunches with a mild wince and a mental reminder to try and hit the gym sometime.
"Now I can't know exactly what it is you're going through- I wasn't the one the Aqualish beat, y'know? I'm not sayin' I know fully or completely." Obbad trailed off, itching under his mouthfold. "Not entirely sure what I'm saying, actually. Maybe that you aren't fighting for ideas, here, just yourself. To keep yourself. You give into that-"
Obbad tapped a finger to his chest.
"-that urge to hurt someone because you're hurt, I mean, where do you end up?" he finished with a shrug. Obbad wasn't exactly optimistic that he'd reached the Mirialan, but it had been the best he had on the spot. "Nowhere good, I'd guess. I dunno. I'm just a cop."
The Mirialan's body language told a different story. A darker one. A more complicated one. When she started to talk, Obbad found his suspicion confirmed. He took a good long minute to think before responding.
When he'd still been walking a beat in the depths of Coruscant, Obbad had once responded to a domestic dispute. The Bith had never really been heavily invested in a sense of justice but he'd had the job. He liked doing it and it helped people. That had always been enough. Obbad had figured he'd let the Jedi worry about good and bad, light and dark and all that.
"Aqualish domestic dispute. Female didn't have much of her face left in the right place." he began, speaking in a quiet, clipped tone. Obbad tried to keep his voice even. "It was back when I was on the beat- I show up and this guy is just sitting in front of the televid, knuckles still raw and dripping."
Obbad let out a short, frustrated whistle.
"Didn't even look up when I kicked in the door, just pointed to a stack of credchits." the Bith paused, clearing his throat. He'd never been good at relating to people. "Never had that kind've feeling, before or since. In my chest. Heat so intense it felt like ice. I wanted to work him over like he'd done to his wife. 'Til his face was hamburger and there wasn't enough unbroken bone left to keep him propped up straight."
Obbad dropped slowly down to rest on his haunches, elbows on his knees. He kept his voice in a soft timbre that a lot of humanoid euthenphonic ridgebrow species found soothing- except Bothans who just got goosebumps.
"Coulda done it, too. Central generally turned a blind eye to that sorta stuff." he continued. "I didn't. At the end of the day it wouldn't have fixed the female's face, and it wouldn't have helped their kids. Maybe it would've made me feel better, but I don't know- I suspect it just would've made it easier to do next time. Slippery slope."
Obbad shifted on his haunches with a mild wince and a mental reminder to try and hit the gym sometime.
"Now I can't know exactly what it is you're going through- I wasn't the one the Aqualish beat, y'know? I'm not sayin' I know fully or completely." Obbad trailed off, itching under his mouthfold. "Not entirely sure what I'm saying, actually. Maybe that you aren't fighting for ideas, here, just yourself. To keep yourself. You give into that-"
Obbad tapped a finger to his chest.
"-that urge to hurt someone because you're hurt, I mean, where do you end up?" he finished with a shrug. Obbad wasn't exactly optimistic that he'd reached the Mirialan, but it had been the best he had on the spot. "Nowhere good, I'd guess. I dunno. I'm just a cop."