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Post by Suli on Oct 14, 2009 17:45:07 GMT -5
(OOC: Also takes place a few days after 'Chemical Paws'.)
Suli peered down at the city that'd dared to sprawl out before her.
If she'd bothered to look enough into the distance, she could've spotted at least three fires, two of them caused by fighting gangs and another caused by poor safety regulations on the construction work of the city. Three people would die and a few dozen more would be injured.
Suli didn't bother.
Instead, her sharp eyes dropped down to the edge of the roof where ugly chemical holes had been carved out the thick, acid-neutralizing paint shield to reveal the burnt metal below- the remnants of a violent struggle. Or rather, the reaction between the acid rain and energon, but the former was a tad more dramatic. And undoubtedly what that rookie she was assigned with was writing down right now so she'll have to rewrite the reports yet again.
A few meters behind her, the corroded remains of some poor shmuck lay, his synthetic organic components eaten away till all that was left was sterile rust and the oily smear of organic material with only bits and silvery pieces of protective armor scattered about. Whoever had done this had gone through the trouble of peeling the fellow's armor off before letting him die and slow and agonizing death in the rain.
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Post by Vora on May 25, 2010 10:00:37 GMT -5
Vora, or rather, "that rookie" wasn't writing down the grim findings on face value. In fact, he wasn't writing at all. He'd only just swept onto the scene; fashionably late as was usually the case. He quickly snatched up a datapad and proceeded to scan the details, though it offered little more than what was blatantly obvious.
Time of death: Unspecified Cause of death: Unspecified Identity of Victim: Unspecified
Vora groaned. Somebody was really making him work for his credit cheque. Whatever was left of the smelted body was too obscure for usual methods of identification. The acid corrosion tests on the meagre scraps of being that remained had also proved fruitless. The crime labs were gonna have a field day with this one.
He paced about on the spot reading the useless report. There was nothing to be gained from it, but at least he looked engaged in what was going on.
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Post by Suli on May 30, 2010 19:37:33 GMT -5
Suli glances over her shoulder at the groan and balefully watches as Vora paces back and forth. She tolerates the idiocy for no more than three seconds before straightening and striding over.
"Sir," she rasps respectfully, even as she stands in the path of his pacing, elongated neck bowed in a menacing, vulture-like slouch. "The team is setting up the scanners. We'll have the entirety of the scene meticulously recorded before the end of the cycle."
She pauses, tilting her helm slightly to one side, eyeing Vora with an air of mild contempt.
"Until then, it would, perhaps, be a good idea to cease pacing near the evidence."
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Post by Vora on Jun 4, 2010 5:07:55 GMT -5
Vora glances up from his ever-so important report with a start. Suli always did that; shove her menacing form in front of him without him realizing it. It could be a real shock to the system depending on the time of day.
"Ah, right," he mutters, closing the report. He coughs stiffly and straightens. "So, any thoughts on this one?"
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Post by Suli on Jun 7, 2010 7:51:59 GMT -5
"Premeditated and personal," Suli eyes the scene, watching as the blue lights from the scanners flickered over the rooftop in calculated sweeps. The technicians were setting up the lights around them, getting ready for the long shift they had ahead, searching for evidence.
It was only Suli who'd get this quality of work from Praxus' infamous forensics department- if only by instilling fear into the department's head. She watches with a measure of pride as things were meticulously set up to her standards before turning back to the pest on hand.
"It was likely last minute planning, however," the old femme rumbles, tapping a long claw against her chin. "The weather reports didn't mention rains until two cycles before."
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Post by Vora on Jun 10, 2010 7:43:58 GMT -5
"Two cycles? Interesting. Not a great deal of time to plan ahead. Not murder, at any rate. Even less when you consider the time spent removing the victim's armor."
Vora reopened the report. "Pity there's no size on our oil stain over there." (Oil stain meaning victim, naturally.) "At least then we'd have some idea of how long lugging the armor off could've taken." He snapped the report shut with a scowl.
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Post by Suli on Jun 14, 2010 8:03:51 GMT -5
"The use of the weather to destroy the evidence is more likely planned, although everything afterwards didn't seem to be." Suli scowls down at the empty report a moment before Vora managed to close it.
"A member of the forensics team says that there were imprints of hands in the armor. Our criminal was a powerful mech and evidently used that power to rip our victim apart," this, all spoken in a casually contemptuous tone as the space vulture reached over and tapped a wickedly curved claw against the darkened screen.
"You've been busy, I see."
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Post by Vora on Jun 15, 2010 8:17:07 GMT -5
Glaring at the claw against the screen, Vora is half tempted to swat it away.
“I have. Very.” He replies dryly.
He’ll have to try and add this info to the pitiful report ASAP. He’d just prefer not to have Suli glare and gloat in her hideous fashion as he did. The old femme was harrowing enough to work with, even more so when reports weren’t absolutely correct and up to her standard.
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Post by Suli on Jun 17, 2010 15:25:26 GMT -5
Suli will glare an gloat as much as she damn well pleases. Considering the fact that she was a bit of an OCD psychopath, the alternative would probably be much more unpleasant for the young chief of police.
Besides, his duties weren't supposed to be here; Vora's place was behind a desk, pushing pencil.
"I see." She quirks a brow at him, retracting her claw under her cloak once more. "Well then, sir, would you like a summary of the current findings from the labs now that we've finished with our speculations?"
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Post by Vora on Jun 18, 2010 5:38:14 GMT -5
"If you would be so kind," Vora retorts with a false smile.
Stupid question. As if he was about to say no.
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Post by Suli on Jun 22, 2010 12:52:23 GMT -5
"If you weren't a ranking officer, kindess would hardly be spared here." Suli gives him a pointed look before pulling another datapad out of her subspace and handing it over to the young mech.
"Our victim had a beast mode although we've yet to determine what. It seems to be of earthen descent and the team is going through the registered beast mode DNA archives now to see if they can confirm it." The blue light from the scanners briefly flashed over them, dousing the pair in bright blue light. "We believe we've also found identification numbers on some of the surviving armor plates and we are going to contact the factory as soon as the scans are over- see if we can find the name and indentity of the owner. After that it will be a matter of hunting down people last in contact with the victim."
"In the meantime, we have a few people below claiming to have heard noises from the roof. I have already sent a few of my team down to search for potential witnesses and we shall see how that goes."
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Post by Vora on Jun 23, 2010 7:11:07 GMT -5
As always, Vora had to hand it to Suli; damn, she was good.
"Well, that certainly narrows it down," he muses as he reads the datapad. "I suppose I should be grateful it's a beasty, at least it'll make tagging and bagging them easier."
That is, of course, provided that the fellow was legitimately registered. The new trends in beast modes and mods could prove quite timely and costly, so naturally there was a whole host of underground dealers promising to do the job quicker and cheaper. As such there was a growing number of civilians walking around with illegal and unregistered modes and mods; a problem that was now starting to rapidly and repeatedly rear it's ugly head at crime scenes.
Still, the identification numbers should help. And with the potential for witnesses things should start falling into place.
Vora glances up from the datapad. "Right. Our top priority for now is following up on any of those potential witnesses."
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Post by Suli on Jul 1, 2010 0:33:00 GMT -5
((*FLAIL* I thought I'd posted already! D: ))
Suli was probably only good because there wasn't another damn spark in Praxus that was trained to be able to compete with her. Which was fine with Suli if only because it means she practically owns the justice department, but she does sometimes get annoyed with the amount of paperwork.
"Hnh. We'll see if this particular lead bears fruit or not." Even if they weren't underground dealers, there was a still the issue of privacy to deal with. After all, those who were rich enough to afford being trendy were often rich enough to be trouble in a city like Praxus.
Then Vora talks about the witnesses and Suli's face gets an eerily amused look.
"Good, young mech," she purrs, reaching out to try and pat her superior over the helm, a crooked smirk on her lips. The old hag then moves to steer him away from the crime scene and towards the stairways that would lead them to the lower floors. "I shall have to introduce you to them then!"
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Post by Vora on Jul 16, 2010 5:29:15 GMT -5
Maybe it was that smile. Maybe it was her change in attitude. Or maybe it was the fact she'd just tried to pat him on the helm. Either way, Vora got the feeling he wasn't going to like what was coming up and instantly regretted mentioning it. Anything that made the old hag purr and smile like that was never pretty.
He shudders inwardly as he's steered to the stairs, knowing better than to object. Regardless of what horrors await, showing weakness in front of Suli only makes it ten times worse.
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Post by Suli on Jul 19, 2010 12:42:08 GMT -5
The brat knew when to shut up and put up. At least for the time being; Suli had no doubt that he was probably going to open his yapper again very soon and perhaps supply them all with something particularly unenlightening in a moment.
She opens the rust stained door for the fire exit and herds Vora in. The hallway was filled with police and the apartment's occupants, many of them either drunk or sleepy and a few of them were missing rather awkward pieces of armor. Suli ignores most of them and strides down to the last door where an officer was leaning casually against the doorframe, a bored expression on his face.
At the sight of Vora though, he immediately straightens up and salutes, scrambling out of the way. "Sir!" The blue and white mech utters in surprise. Then he sees Suli and straightens up a bit more, fear glinting his optics. "Ma'am!"
Decidedly ignoring the fellow, Suli strides into the room with Vora in tow.
The room was a bit on the dark side, the dying lights barely managing to reflect off of the death grey walls. Despite this, it was relatively tidy, if sparsely decorated: a simple recharging berth in the middle of the room, a desk settled against the opposite side of the room with an old computer atop of it and various datapads stacked around it. A small drawer stood next to it, one of its handles missing and there were several boxes on top of it.
In the midst of the spartan room sat a rather disgruntled mech, wiry in build, sitting atop the room's only chair. The mech's plating was dominated by greens and oranges and his visor was red, a faded Decepticon symbol on his shoulder. He looks up when Suli and Vora walk in, shutting off the datapad in his hands.
"Officers," he greets politely in a rich Iaconian accent.
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