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The Living Illusion : A Missing Child Case For The BHG. (Closed)
“You’re brother and sister, aren‘t you?” Gazing up with big curious eyes the color of Jade, Kimber Anjule had finally gotten the courage to breech the burning question.
They were returning home; in a matter of minutes her mother would arrive, whisk her away and she would have missed another chance- Not again. This time she asked it as soon as she had begun to sense the visit with her aunt drawing to a close.
“You’re not like us…” She said, delivering the distressing realization with her head lowered and her innocent gaze averted.
The sun was shining low on Coruscant.
The day had begun winding down and coming to an end, a twi’lek with a smoky complexion was walking side by side with a small human and feeling quite uncomfortable at that particular moment.
She was lean woman, with curvy hips and a sharp, sweet face. Her eyes peered down affectionately, they were of murky bottle green, surrounded by dark lashes.
Her lips softly parted and she spoke with calculated serenity.
“I’m a twi’lek, Sweetie. Not a droid. We’re not so different.”
Shapely Lekku hung stationary behind her shoulders, dressed in tight restraints with arrow shaped ends. Clad in contrast, Her outfit clung to her frame tightly. She wore a fitted pallid coat and black leggings with laces up back of the legs reaching her waist beneath the cover.
“Your father and I aren’t of the same blood but family stems deeper I think.”
She stopped, bent her knees to the girl’s level and tenderly pushed strands of gold from her sun tanned little face.
“It’s a long story- one I’ll tell you when we have more time.”
She smiled, crooked and endearing.
A large, scruffy, blonde man approached from behind and hooked his arm around the woman’s waist, planting a kiss on her temple. She flinched, startled.
“Uncle Mullen!” Kimber exclaimed excitedly.
“Hello Kim!” The shaggy human greeted, his shoulders were broad and he smelled of ship fumes. He embraced the child warmly, his stubble scratching her cheek .
“Good to see you”
Focusing back on the twi‘lek he grinned.
“Blairy, you gorgeous creature...”
There was visible friction between the two of them.
BelleBlair frowned, she rose and directed a small smile at her niece asking for a pardon.
“Excuse us for a second, Kimber I have to have a word with your uncle.”
They departed a few feet away, leaving the girl to her own means for what would surely be but a few minutes.
Distanced from young ears they conversed.
“Where have you been?” BelleBlair asked, her voice coated in ice.
“Not far.” Mullen replied, studying his hands as he flexed them nonchalantly.
“Jetta was asking for you.” BelleBlair hissed, “Your mother was worried about you and I had nothing to tell her!”
Laying his big rough palm on her arm, he clicked his tongue.
“Well, here I am.”
She was irate. She couldn’t stand to face him so long as his smugness was displayed so proudly.
She turned from him, hugging her sides and biting her lip. Storming back to her ward, he followed, still pleading his case.
“I can’t sta-” she started.
Kimber was gone.
“Kimber?”
Mullen leaned over to view past the twi’lek.
The girl was no where in sight.
“where’d she go?” he mused dumbly.
“Kimber?” BelleBlair repeated, anxiously searching with her eyes, the crowd was thicker then she remembered.
Her suspicions became more plausible and she was unnerved, teetering on panic.
She turned to Mullen with a clenched jaw.
“Do you owe someone money?” she demanded.
He paled. It was all the assurance she needed.
They began a frantic hunt.
“Kim!” Mullen called for the third time.
Then she spotted her in the distance, disappearing into the hazy swarm in the arms of a stranger
“Kimber!” cried BelleBlair, Racing through the crowd, pushing and shoving her way through and still the distance between them growing steadily by the minute.
“No!”
Mullen was quicker, he maneuvered through the tumult and gained on the thief in a matter of minutes.
The three of them disappeared around a corner, leaving BelleBlair to drown in the sea of bodies.
After a struggle she managed resurface and elbow her way to their location. Turning the corner she met eyes with a blaster pistol.
“Easy, snake head.” a low voice warned.
Mullen stood with his hands up, the person who had abducted and carried off their niece held in his other hand a weapon.
She obeyed, lifting her hands and glowering at the faceless culprit.
He genially tapped her chin with the gun's nose. They were secluded, in an ally separate from the prying eyes of the busied passer-bys.
“Good girl.”
“What did you do to her?” Mullen barked.
Kimber was lying limp and lifeless. The man wore a mask that covered his face and head, plain and blank of expression save for the curvature of his features beneath.
“She’ll be fine. She would have been better if you hadn’t followed me.”
“What do you want?” BelleBlair asked, her voice smooth and relaxed.
“It isn’t obvious?” the gunman said.
“Your niece.”
She swung and hit his trigger arm, sending a shot skyward.
Mullen lunged but was hit with a knee, square in his gut.
Lifting his blaster with blurring speed he shot and hit The twi’lek’s shoulder as a parting gift.
“BelleBlair!” Mullen came to her side, holding her while she clenched her injury in more frustration then physical harm.
The masked abductor disappeared back around the corner and was lost to the crowd.
“Go after him!” BelleBlair shouted.
“Someone! My niece!”
“he’s gone…” Mullen said in bewilderment.
His ‘sister’ groaned, over exerting her weakened frame trying to lift and drag herself, it was no use.
“Kimber!” she screamed, as if to the heavens…
All that heard was the shrugging masses.
That was two days ago…
BelleBlair had taken matters into her own hands since then.
Inviting a bounty hunter to her home in upper Coruscant wasn’t precisely the first course of action she’d considered but after the police had returned day after day with no lead she felt there was little choice.
She awaited her guest with red eyes and a heavy heart.
Mullen hadn’t shown his face since “the incident”. Her other sibling was inconsolable.
Her own searches had led to naught, but perhaps a hunter, with other methods could illuminate the path and return the girl,
Alive.
She was depending on it.
“You’re brother and sister, aren‘t you?” Gazing up with big curious eyes the color of Jade, Kimber Anjule had finally gotten the courage to breech the burning question.
They were returning home; in a matter of minutes her mother would arrive, whisk her away and she would have missed another chance- Not again. This time she asked it as soon as she had begun to sense the visit with her aunt drawing to a close.
“You’re not like us…” She said, delivering the distressing realization with her head lowered and her innocent gaze averted.
The sun was shining low on Coruscant.
The day had begun winding down and coming to an end, a twi’lek with a smoky complexion was walking side by side with a small human and feeling quite uncomfortable at that particular moment.
She was lean woman, with curvy hips and a sharp, sweet face. Her eyes peered down affectionately, they were of murky bottle green, surrounded by dark lashes.
Her lips softly parted and she spoke with calculated serenity.
“I’m a twi’lek, Sweetie. Not a droid. We’re not so different.”
Shapely Lekku hung stationary behind her shoulders, dressed in tight restraints with arrow shaped ends. Clad in contrast, Her outfit clung to her frame tightly. She wore a fitted pallid coat and black leggings with laces up back of the legs reaching her waist beneath the cover.
“Your father and I aren’t of the same blood but family stems deeper I think.”
She stopped, bent her knees to the girl’s level and tenderly pushed strands of gold from her sun tanned little face.
“It’s a long story- one I’ll tell you when we have more time.”
She smiled, crooked and endearing.
A large, scruffy, blonde man approached from behind and hooked his arm around the woman’s waist, planting a kiss on her temple. She flinched, startled.
“Uncle Mullen!” Kimber exclaimed excitedly.
“Hello Kim!” The shaggy human greeted, his shoulders were broad and he smelled of ship fumes. He embraced the child warmly, his stubble scratching her cheek .
“Good to see you”
Focusing back on the twi‘lek he grinned.
“Blairy, you gorgeous creature...”
There was visible friction between the two of them.
BelleBlair frowned, she rose and directed a small smile at her niece asking for a pardon.
“Excuse us for a second, Kimber I have to have a word with your uncle.”
They departed a few feet away, leaving the girl to her own means for what would surely be but a few minutes.
Distanced from young ears they conversed.
“Where have you been?” BelleBlair asked, her voice coated in ice.
“Not far.” Mullen replied, studying his hands as he flexed them nonchalantly.
“Jetta was asking for you.” BelleBlair hissed, “Your mother was worried about you and I had nothing to tell her!”
Laying his big rough palm on her arm, he clicked his tongue.
“Well, here I am.”
She was irate. She couldn’t stand to face him so long as his smugness was displayed so proudly.
She turned from him, hugging her sides and biting her lip. Storming back to her ward, he followed, still pleading his case.
“I can’t sta-” she started.
Kimber was gone.
“Kimber?”
Mullen leaned over to view past the twi’lek.
The girl was no where in sight.
“where’d she go?” he mused dumbly.
“Kimber?” BelleBlair repeated, anxiously searching with her eyes, the crowd was thicker then she remembered.
Her suspicions became more plausible and she was unnerved, teetering on panic.
She turned to Mullen with a clenched jaw.
“Do you owe someone money?” she demanded.
He paled. It was all the assurance she needed.
They began a frantic hunt.
“Kim!” Mullen called for the third time.
Then she spotted her in the distance, disappearing into the hazy swarm in the arms of a stranger
“Kimber!” cried BelleBlair, Racing through the crowd, pushing and shoving her way through and still the distance between them growing steadily by the minute.
“No!”
Mullen was quicker, he maneuvered through the tumult and gained on the thief in a matter of minutes.
The three of them disappeared around a corner, leaving BelleBlair to drown in the sea of bodies.
After a struggle she managed resurface and elbow her way to their location. Turning the corner she met eyes with a blaster pistol.
“Easy, snake head.” a low voice warned.
Mullen stood with his hands up, the person who had abducted and carried off their niece held in his other hand a weapon.
She obeyed, lifting her hands and glowering at the faceless culprit.
He genially tapped her chin with the gun's nose. They were secluded, in an ally separate from the prying eyes of the busied passer-bys.
“Good girl.”
“What did you do to her?” Mullen barked.
Kimber was lying limp and lifeless. The man wore a mask that covered his face and head, plain and blank of expression save for the curvature of his features beneath.
“She’ll be fine. She would have been better if you hadn’t followed me.”
“What do you want?” BelleBlair asked, her voice smooth and relaxed.
“It isn’t obvious?” the gunman said.
“Your niece.”
She swung and hit his trigger arm, sending a shot skyward.
Mullen lunged but was hit with a knee, square in his gut.
Lifting his blaster with blurring speed he shot and hit The twi’lek’s shoulder as a parting gift.
“BelleBlair!” Mullen came to her side, holding her while she clenched her injury in more frustration then physical harm.
The masked abductor disappeared back around the corner and was lost to the crowd.
“Go after him!” BelleBlair shouted.
“Someone! My niece!”
“he’s gone…” Mullen said in bewilderment.
His ‘sister’ groaned, over exerting her weakened frame trying to lift and drag herself, it was no use.
“Kimber!” she screamed, as if to the heavens…
All that heard was the shrugging masses.
That was two days ago…
BelleBlair had taken matters into her own hands since then.
Inviting a bounty hunter to her home in upper Coruscant wasn’t precisely the first course of action she’d considered but after the police had returned day after day with no lead she felt there was little choice.
She awaited her guest with red eyes and a heavy heart.
Mullen hadn’t shown his face since “the incident”. Her other sibling was inconsolable.
Her own searches had led to naught, but perhaps a hunter, with other methods could illuminate the path and return the girl,
Alive.
She was depending on it.
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