Coruscant Lower Districts
0200 Hours
She hadn’t been in the habit of smoking lately, not for some time. In fact, she had been getting a little cozy during the time where the dark siders had gone quiet. The trail she had been on had gone cold, and she grew complacent. Without anything to truly drive at, she was on menial tasks, her paranoia slowly fading away.
That all went to shit as soon as she got the call about a series of murders and vandalisms across multiple districts. Trys was fast asleep, having dozed off on the couch while watching a late night rerun of Emperor’s Paradise. The show was one of her guilty pleasures, and she’d never hear the end of it if any of her colleagues ever found out.
Instead of lugging herself to bed eventually, she was out here in the middle of a street at 2 in the morning. And so, she had a cigarra hanging from the corner of her lips, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was too early to grab a cup of caf, and she had to rely on the fix the cigarra would provide.
Emergency speeders were deployed to put out the fires in the building before her. There were reports coming in from fires and destruction of property in multiple streets, and it was difficult to say if this was a group of random individuals or something more.
Trys was called here specifically because of a similar case she had handled before. She was standing near a body that had been distorted beyond recognition. She identified it at once as lightning. Force Lightning. A trick of a darksider.
As she blew out a plume of smoke and stared at the contorted agony in the victim’s lifeless face, she knew it would be a very long night.