Citadel Intent, Case 1 (Lower Zakera, OPEN)

In Citadel space, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups. Citadel security who investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories.

DUN DUN

It's the end of the day cycle in the Zakera wards and a vorcha can be seen sprinting out of a back alley food store, small metal utensils following him out in to the evening. "AND STAY OUT YOU GREEDY RAT. YOU ARE FIRED." said a rather rotund turian as he slammed the back door.

Eventually the vorcha slowed down to a walk.

"I don't like that greedy turian. It's not like I took too much food, just a little. It's not like we got any business that day anyway."

As he kept walking, the evening got darker, and the streets he was walking through shadier.

"Get it together Crax. You will not go back to the blood pack, they don't treat you right. You'll think of another way to get food."

As the vorcha was deep in thought (or as deep as a vorcha can get anyway) a trash can fell over to his right. On reflex, he spun in that direction. "Who there!?" With no response, he kept walking, a little faster this time.

Sticking with the shadows, a man followed the Vorcha. His omnitool activated, emitting a vibrant spark- In a moment, the man has struck the Vorcha in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. Another few punches and kicks, and the man stood, adjusting the mask on his face. "Fucking vermin!" He screams, running after a final kick.

The vorcha screamed in agony as he crashed to the floor. Dazed, he takes the multiple blows ot his head and torso. As the man wound up for the final kick he grabs on to the closest object he can find, a rather large piece of broken glass and slashes it at the man. "DAMN YOU." he cries, trying to get to his feet.

The man is slashed across the face- Drawing a significant amount of blood. He grabs his face, kicks the Vorcha in the jaw, and runs.

With the vorcha left with a broken jaw and severely dazed, he did the rational thing, he opened his Omni tool with his working arm and called Citadel Security.

15 minutes later

The crime scene is cordoned off, various pieces of potential evidence including blood spatters, footprints and fingerprints are scattered in a rather large square of holographic police tape. The vorcha, having had his injuries tended to, has his head in a brace with an EMT currently running some sort of scan on his OT.

A C-Sec officer and an Ambulance tech are currently having an arguement in the corner.

"The detectives will be here in a little while, I promise. It's going to waste time if we have to circle back around to the hospital to talk to him for a simple preliminary questioning." said the human policeman.

"I understand that officer, but the vorcha is bleeding internally. He's going to be in recovery a lot longer if we don't actually get him in ICU soon." said the turian EMT.

"I understand, 10 more minutes, I swear."

The elcor hadn't intended to be in this general area that day. But, due to a bad sense of direction and even worse directions given, he found himself next to a crime scene.

"Concerned: Oh, is he alright? What has happened?"

His hat bobbed up and down, his elephantine form twitchy with curiosity. His query had been directed to the nearest C-Sec officer.

A small crowd started gathering behind the elcor as well, asking the same questions. While respect for the law was rather lacking in this community, outright violence was a rarity, an attempted murder even rarer. A turian officer stepped up closer to the elcor, passing through the holographic tape. "He'll be fine after he's been taken to the Hospital." The next sentence he directed at everyone. "Ladies and Gentlemen, there has been an assault, please remain calm and stay indoors the rest of the night. Citadel Security will make sure the offender is found and arrested."

Another human officer tapped on the turian's shoulder. "Hey, Dispatch just reported a high speed chase along a traffic route that's going to pass through here in about 5 minutes. We have to leave." The turian sighed through his nose.

"Fine, we should be okay for now. If those detectives don't show up soon we're going to just have to collect the evidence ourselves and get the victim to the hospital." The turian rubbed at his plates as he watched two of the C-sec officers leave the perimeter and depart in one of the two squad cars.

And then there was Fadil.

The drell's bright, yellow scales were an eyesore amidst the suits and uniforms surrounding the scene. Having heard the commotion, he'd swung around from his way home after a night at the bar to see what had happened.

He was still wobbly from the alcohol he'd consumed in the past hour. "Gosh, someone got hurt?" he exclaimed, settling in next to an elcor. Casually, the drell leaned against the alien's enormous leg. "What's going on this time? I nearly got ran over by some crazy guy on the way here, now this."