06-07-2016, 02:59 PM
Dawn was breaking when Carmelita spotted the dust trails of vehicles moving to intercept ahead. A quick adjustment of her course and she headed towards the end of the dust trail, bypassing whoever was trying to waylay her.
A quick check in her mirror showed that whoever it had been had missed the chance, and she smiled to herself as the scrub of Carrefour’s surroundings slowly made itself evident.
She was tired, but she needed to get into Coruscant before resting. That meant doing everything legally, and that meant putting on her game face. She sped past the outskirts of the town, making a beeline for the portal. Upon approaching, she reduced her speed and joined the queue of traffic making its way to the portal.
A stormtrooper came over and she wound down the window.
“Hello, ma’am, please state your name, condition, baggage and reason for passage.”
Carmelita grabbed her Interpol badge and flashed it in the soldier's direction. She spoke with a warm strength in her voice, a carefully practiced air of authority masking any nervousness that she might be recognised.
“Inspector Fox-Cooper, prime, none, business trip. I’d appreciate it if my waiting time and paperwork was expedited, my client stands to lose a family member if my investigation is delayed.”
The stormtrooper physically reeled backwards before regaining their composure.
“You may want to use the pedestrian route, Inspector, there’s little to no foot traffic today and the paperwork is significantly reduced.”
Carmelita nodded, pulling her patrol car over to a parking lot in response and locking it behind her. The stormtrooper she had been talking to had hurried over to the desk, clearly taking her requests to his immediate superior. She strode over.
“Please tell me what the minimum amount of work I need to do to gain access to the city is, a life is on the line.”
“We could call ahead to the EPD-”
“No offence, but communicating the intricacies of the case I’m following, which includes a lot of details from other realms, would take far too long. I would be happy to talk to a representative at a later date, but my physical presence should be all that is needed to prevent a tragedy.”
“Very well, please fill out these forms and submit yourself to our scans.”
Carmelita made her way to the scanners. She focused hard on her belt, the notice-me-not charm a comforting warmth against her fur, before stepping out the other side. She rapidly filled out the paperwork with the barest of details, only giving the barest of outlines of what she was capable of and carefully neglecting to mention her belt or collar. One brief demonstration of her sidearm later (and an amusing conversation about the pointlessness of confiscation) and Carmelita stepped through the portal, returning to the many layered city.
A quick check in her mirror showed that whoever it had been had missed the chance, and she smiled to herself as the scrub of Carrefour’s surroundings slowly made itself evident.
She was tired, but she needed to get into Coruscant before resting. That meant doing everything legally, and that meant putting on her game face. She sped past the outskirts of the town, making a beeline for the portal. Upon approaching, she reduced her speed and joined the queue of traffic making its way to the portal.
A stormtrooper came over and she wound down the window.
“Hello, ma’am, please state your name, condition, baggage and reason for passage.”
Carmelita grabbed her Interpol badge and flashed it in the soldier's direction. She spoke with a warm strength in her voice, a carefully practiced air of authority masking any nervousness that she might be recognised.
“Inspector Fox-Cooper, prime, none, business trip. I’d appreciate it if my waiting time and paperwork was expedited, my client stands to lose a family member if my investigation is delayed.”
The stormtrooper physically reeled backwards before regaining their composure.
“You may want to use the pedestrian route, Inspector, there’s little to no foot traffic today and the paperwork is significantly reduced.”
Carmelita nodded, pulling her patrol car over to a parking lot in response and locking it behind her. The stormtrooper she had been talking to had hurried over to the desk, clearly taking her requests to his immediate superior. She strode over.
“Please tell me what the minimum amount of work I need to do to gain access to the city is, a life is on the line.”
“We could call ahead to the EPD-”
“No offence, but communicating the intricacies of the case I’m following, which includes a lot of details from other realms, would take far too long. I would be happy to talk to a representative at a later date, but my physical presence should be all that is needed to prevent a tragedy.”
“Very well, please fill out these forms and submit yourself to our scans.”
Carmelita made her way to the scanners. She focused hard on her belt, the notice-me-not charm a comforting warmth against her fur, before stepping out the other side. She rapidly filled out the paperwork with the barest of details, only giving the barest of outlines of what she was capable of and carefully neglecting to mention her belt or collar. One brief demonstration of her sidearm later (and an amusing conversation about the pointlessness of confiscation) and Carmelita stepped through the portal, returning to the many layered city.