Gurney Devries
Apr 2nd, 2003, 09:15:51 PM
You know those days when you think, "I should have just stayed in bed today"? Well, I did. And I was dragged out of bed at some ungodly hour by authorities, a warrant shoved in my face as if that explained everything. Two hours later, I find myself sitting in prison cell about half as cold as Hoth with a pair of cuffs around my wrists. And I still haven't had breakfast.
The uniformed goons which pass for the Pol around here only gave me a cursory explanation as to why I'm sitting in this cell. Gotta love the judiciary system on Coruscant sometimes. The hounds get one sniff of blood and they're all over it like white on stormtroopers. Then again, they may have a little more than a whiff of blood in this case; From what I gather, they're holding me for questioning in regards to murder. Somebody apparently forgot to tell these whackjobs that Jedi ain't exactly killers.
My head was bowed and I was rattling away at the cuffs with mild discomfort when I heard the forcefield snap off, followed by footsteps entering the room. I didn't look up because I didn't have to. There were three men - One guy and two bodyguards, by the sound of it.
"Hello Mr. Devries. I trust we haven't put you through too much discomfort, hmm? I apologize for putting you through this but procedure is procedure after all. Would you like a cup of coffee or something to eat, Mr. Devries?"
Great. So the jerks have enough common courtesy to give me a reacharound while they're screwing me. How thoughtful of them.
"Yeah, sure," I grunted. "How about telling me what this is about while you're at it?"
I lifted my head. Seems my hearing wasn't doing too bad after all: The suit-and-tie was flanked by two uniformed guards just a few steps behind him. A puzzled look stretched his face in a way that looked almost comical.
"You mean, no one's explained that to you yet?"
Captain Obvious. I gave him a hard look that saved me the trouble of voicing something even more sarcastic.
"Aherm, right. Ok then. Follow me and I'll try to inform you of the situation as best I can."
Everything about this guy smelled like a blood-sucking bastard to me. The kind that are only friendly to you so long as you're feeding them a steady line of credits. A lawyer, then.
He kept on gabbing away as we walked down the clinical looking hallways. We turned, entering a hallway with gray doors lining it on either side. Each door had a square window set in it, but they were all too dark to actually see in.
"As I'm sure you're aware, Mr. Devries, your wife passed away nearly 3 years ago under... mysterious circumstances."
I stopped. Nearly stumbled, in fact. He said a couple of more words then, but I couldn't hear him over the swimming in my head.
"Jaellyn?", I whispered.
"... suspect. Now, I know this may be hard for you, Mr. Devries, but I just want to ask you a few questions."
I nodded my head numbly. Frell staying in bed, I should have moved to the Outer Rim. Become a Jedi out amongst all the criminal scum out there. Would have kept me busy, at least.
We went through the motions. He led me into a large, pretty much empty room with a table, two chairs and nothing else. There was a single window about 15 feet up on the right wall, which was the only source of light in the room. I kept that in mind.
The lawyer offered me a seat and I took it, plopping myself down with hardly more than a grunt.
"You wanted to ask me questions, so ask."
He looked a little non-plussed, shuffling his papers like a hustler shuffles a deck of cards.
"Ah, yes. Hmm. Perhaps you can start for me by describing where you were and what you were doing at the time of your wife's death."
I know he was trying to be as gentle about this as possible, but the words still stung like needles jammed straight through my breastplate. I don't think I'd ever manage to completely forget about Jaellyn. But through meditation and copious amounts of time, I've managed to keep her from occupying my every waking thought. Way to go pouring salt in a barely closed wound.
"That... will take a bit of an explanation," I said.
"Go ahead, start at the beginning, then. And please don't leave anything out. I have plenty of time."
The uniformed goons which pass for the Pol around here only gave me a cursory explanation as to why I'm sitting in this cell. Gotta love the judiciary system on Coruscant sometimes. The hounds get one sniff of blood and they're all over it like white on stormtroopers. Then again, they may have a little more than a whiff of blood in this case; From what I gather, they're holding me for questioning in regards to murder. Somebody apparently forgot to tell these whackjobs that Jedi ain't exactly killers.
My head was bowed and I was rattling away at the cuffs with mild discomfort when I heard the forcefield snap off, followed by footsteps entering the room. I didn't look up because I didn't have to. There were three men - One guy and two bodyguards, by the sound of it.
"Hello Mr. Devries. I trust we haven't put you through too much discomfort, hmm? I apologize for putting you through this but procedure is procedure after all. Would you like a cup of coffee or something to eat, Mr. Devries?"
Great. So the jerks have enough common courtesy to give me a reacharound while they're screwing me. How thoughtful of them.
"Yeah, sure," I grunted. "How about telling me what this is about while you're at it?"
I lifted my head. Seems my hearing wasn't doing too bad after all: The suit-and-tie was flanked by two uniformed guards just a few steps behind him. A puzzled look stretched his face in a way that looked almost comical.
"You mean, no one's explained that to you yet?"
Captain Obvious. I gave him a hard look that saved me the trouble of voicing something even more sarcastic.
"Aherm, right. Ok then. Follow me and I'll try to inform you of the situation as best I can."
Everything about this guy smelled like a blood-sucking bastard to me. The kind that are only friendly to you so long as you're feeding them a steady line of credits. A lawyer, then.
He kept on gabbing away as we walked down the clinical looking hallways. We turned, entering a hallway with gray doors lining it on either side. Each door had a square window set in it, but they were all too dark to actually see in.
"As I'm sure you're aware, Mr. Devries, your wife passed away nearly 3 years ago under... mysterious circumstances."
I stopped. Nearly stumbled, in fact. He said a couple of more words then, but I couldn't hear him over the swimming in my head.
"Jaellyn?", I whispered.
"... suspect. Now, I know this may be hard for you, Mr. Devries, but I just want to ask you a few questions."
I nodded my head numbly. Frell staying in bed, I should have moved to the Outer Rim. Become a Jedi out amongst all the criminal scum out there. Would have kept me busy, at least.
We went through the motions. He led me into a large, pretty much empty room with a table, two chairs and nothing else. There was a single window about 15 feet up on the right wall, which was the only source of light in the room. I kept that in mind.
The lawyer offered me a seat and I took it, plopping myself down with hardly more than a grunt.
"You wanted to ask me questions, so ask."
He looked a little non-plussed, shuffling his papers like a hustler shuffles a deck of cards.
"Ah, yes. Hmm. Perhaps you can start for me by describing where you were and what you were doing at the time of your wife's death."
I know he was trying to be as gentle about this as possible, but the words still stung like needles jammed straight through my breastplate. I don't think I'd ever manage to completely forget about Jaellyn. But through meditation and copious amounts of time, I've managed to keep her from occupying my every waking thought. Way to go pouring salt in a barely closed wound.
"That... will take a bit of an explanation," I said.
"Go ahead, start at the beginning, then. And please don't leave anything out. I have plenty of time."