Caran Malo
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Officer Caran Malo, Unit 26, Imperial Police Bureau, Imperial Republica, Coruscant
15:21 Galactic Standard Time
The Hardest Part of the Job
This might be against protocol, but hell..I wasn't planning on sticking around for much longer. He thought to himself as he chewed against the end of his unlit cigarra, his hand resting against the wheel of his airspeeder as his crisp blue eyes glanced towards the towering apartment complex. There was something about reporting to someone that their loved one had perished, he wasn't sure if he felt obligated to report it to the families or if he just felt guilty that he was still alive to tell the tale.
The officer had done this job plenty of times, it was best to be silent and offer a shoulder. This wasn't about you, it was about the family, the one who passed away on the line of duty. As an Imperial one had a sworn duty to lay down their own lives for the Empire if it came to it, Caran knew so. But, this was different, this was no Imperial. No this was a call for a rebel who had perished in the line of duty. She was a traitor and a terrorist, but she did her job like any soldier would, regardless of how he felt about the traitor's situation, she still had a family--one loyal to the Empire.
Caran made his way through the lobby of the apartment and into the elevator, pausing for a moment as he glanced down towards his datapad, Level 7, Room 716. He walked through the hallway, his dress boots' taps echoing throughout the empty corridor. His eyes trailed the numbers until he came across the one he was looking for. He would wait for a moment, his police cap in hand. "Ma'm are you Miss Kazaczecho?"
tag: @Herrith
15:21 Galactic Standard Time
The Hardest Part of the Job
This might be against protocol, but hell..I wasn't planning on sticking around for much longer. He thought to himself as he chewed against the end of his unlit cigarra, his hand resting against the wheel of his airspeeder as his crisp blue eyes glanced towards the towering apartment complex. There was something about reporting to someone that their loved one had perished, he wasn't sure if he felt obligated to report it to the families or if he just felt guilty that he was still alive to tell the tale.
The officer had done this job plenty of times, it was best to be silent and offer a shoulder. This wasn't about you, it was about the family, the one who passed away on the line of duty. As an Imperial one had a sworn duty to lay down their own lives for the Empire if it came to it, Caran knew so. But, this was different, this was no Imperial. No this was a call for a rebel who had perished in the line of duty. She was a traitor and a terrorist, but she did her job like any soldier would, regardless of how he felt about the traitor's situation, she still had a family--one loyal to the Empire.
Caran made his way through the lobby of the apartment and into the elevator, pausing for a moment as he glanced down towards his datapad, Level 7, Room 716. He walked through the hallway, his dress boots' taps echoing throughout the empty corridor. His eyes trailed the numbers until he came across the one he was looking for. He would wait for a moment, his police cap in hand. "Ma'm are you Miss Kazaczecho?"
tag: @Herrith