Destroyer of the Universe (Aldric)

He was just coming in from another case that had been quite interesting, but not extremely engaging. What had made the case interesting was that the work was all being done on Coruscant, but he was sending information (or rather giving it to the police and having them send it) somewhere off world to Dantooine. It had slowed the case down really, but whoever was sending information back to the police was very observant, and quite clever. Aldric had to smirk at the idea that the police were being shown up by himself, and some mystery doctor who wasn't even on the same planet as they were.

In the end though Aldric had used the information shared between the three different parties and pointed the police in the right direction; yet again. He was finally beginning to get a good names for himself it seemed. The Hutts had tried to confront him by now, he was making enemies on the side of the Empire (something that was actually good in his line of work) he had people on other worlds beginning to spread storied of his work, and Coruscant; his current home, was slowly beginning to bring cases to him on their own without him having to reach out of his comfort zone to look for them. It was still a long road, one that would be made shorter if he could find one name making case for himself... but for now he was doing well he believed. And he had the credits to begin living a bit more comfortably and get his hands on some better science equipment again. Hopefully in time he would be able to move out of the dingy apartment into a slightly more comfortable one too.

He was stepping through the apartment door then, wiping his feet on the mat and hanging his coat on the back of the door now as he began to shake his head a little after coming back from the case just closed. His scarf and gloves followed, setting them down on the coat rack as well before he continued further into his apartment, stopping as he rounded the corner to his kitchen/dining unit. He stopped, blinking as he looked blankly down to the scene in front of him. There, laying in a mix of glass and wood shards was a young woman in her early 20s if Aldric had to take a guess. She was completely naked, and judging by the damage done she would have been flying quite a distance to cause such damage to the table (even if the table wasn't the most sturdy.) He glanced out the window, narrowing his eyes a bit as he determined the distance needed to travel would have been impossible through that window. This alone made her appearance all the more interesting, (not that a mystery woman laying on his floor wasn't interesting enough already.)

Aldric then proceeded to take a quick sniff of the air, stepping a little closer to make sure the smell was coming from her, and indeed it was. Smoke... it would seem she had just been in a fire, and upon closer inspection it appeared the smear marks on her skin were from a fire... possibly why she was without any kind of clothing. She also had visible burn marks on her skin as well, and the only thing that wasn't from the room beside her of course, was a bow that had been laying behind her. He arched his brow and took a mental note of that, thinking he recognized the design but he would have to focus on it to be sure. His thought process was interrupted by her speaking a moment later, informing him of the completely obvious fact that his table was broken. Yes... i see that. Aldric admitted with a flat expression, still looking her over for a moment before sighing and continuing further into the kitchen as he had been intending to before... as if seeing someone on his floor like this was an every day occurrence.

He got himself a glass of water as he had been intending, but also a Med kit, complete with Kolto patches on the inside that he was sure she would be happy to use on her burnt and probably tender skin. He took a long swig of his water before setting the glass down on the counter, crossing again back to the pile in the middle of his floor as he handed the med kit to the woman laying atop the broken table. He took a longer smell of the air around her... finding that it smelt a lot like an ion storm instead of a regular fire. But it hadn't stormed anywhere near here to his knowledge. He clasped his hands together for a moment, narrowing his eyes on her before he got up and cleared his throat; already working on formulating a few ideas about who she was and where she was from. He returned to the door way and grabbed his coat off the hook, handing it down to her too in order to give her something to cover herself with for the time being.

"Don't tell me, i will read everything i need to." He said, holding his hand out before she could explain anything about who she was to him. He liked to be able to do this for himself. The fact she didn't have any clothes on made it a bit harder to determine where she was from, but he believed he had everything else he needed.

The woman in front of him was quick to take his coat and pull it around her exposed body before she was preparing herself to speak, but instead of getting to say anything he was already interrupting her and preventing it. She complied, going silent and looking confused up to him for a moment longer in expectation for him to continue. He didn't say anything right away though, moving around her as he took her on one last time and then knelt down to look at her bow that was closer to the now opened window.

He didn't pick it up, treating this like a crime scene at first. He read the engraving for a brief second, narrowing his eyes on it and trying to remember where he recognized it from. It took him a moment, but he was able to translate it as tribal Dathomirian Nightsister... oddly enough from his own timeline. That explained the strangeness of her entry and how she had managed to seemingly fly into the room like this. After a moment though he did pick it up, looking to see how the energy bow worked. Nightsister and clearly force sensitive if her eyes had anything to say about it. Something Aldric noted quickly upon seeing her.

The runes on the side of the bow translated most likely into her name, and though he couldn't read it the way a Nightsister would, the translation seemed to mean something to the effect of Sea fairer ... or perhaps wanderer? He wasn't entirely sure, but he decided to go with the first of the two possibilities. Knowing she was from a different time as well gave him a bit more information as well... specifically telling him that she had come from someplace not here on Coruscant most likely. All of this was quite interesting, and he had to admit he was interested to meet with someone who had come through the time slip again. Each person he met from a different time was an opportunity to learn how all of this worked, a mystery he was putting a deal of his effort into trying to unravel.

Finally he handed the Energy bow down to her as he stood and walked past, beginning to speak now but at a quickened pace and tone that was not unlike that of the speed of thought itself. "You are a force sensitive from Dathomir, one of the larger clans, probably Nightsisters, but it's possible you come from another one as well. Your eyes glow yellow though, so i will say Nightsisters. Your name; whatever it is, is related to the Sea, odd considering Dathomir isn't the most wet world, so it probably has an anterior translation. You are from a period known as the Clone Wars, and..." He paused, realizing he was beginning to get into areas that she possibly didn't know about. Would he have to try his hand at explaining the Time slip to her? He sighed a bit, clutching his eyes shut in annoyance at just the thought of having to explain something like that to someone.

"... You're about 3600 years in the past that you know of." He explained, not putting any kind of cushion there. Much like himself when he had discovered where he was. No one had pulled any punches then, and so he expected everyone to take it as well as he did. Besides that his bedside manner wasn't the greatest, so trying to sugar coat the fact wasn't something he was going to be found doing. Not that trying to break the news easier would serve any real purpose anyway.

He turned to her now, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked down to her for a moment, arching his brow a bit with a small shrug and sigh. "I take it you have some confusion or questions then?" He asked, naturally assuming that someone from Dathomir might find all of this odd.

Even though Aldric had made remarkable progress in his observations about this woman, she remained officially unnamed, though there was any number of names that would have fit the criteria he had just mentioned in relation to the rune on her bow. He looked to her expectantly for her to reply to his long list of observations, but she did slightly surprise him with how graceful she took the idea of being brought this far into the past. He didn't know exactly what to make of that, but he did note it down in his head for a moment.

The woman in question took her bow from him and looked it over for damage for a moment, but was soon enough gathering herself to be able to speak again, explaining that she had no questions for him. Either she was one of the most collected people he had ever seen (next to only a few, such as himself or his brother) or she had been expecting all of this from the start. Either way it wasn't of concern to him and he simply shrugged, letting her speak as she did ask the only question that had seemed to come to her mind. His name. He thought about it and realized that he hadn't shared his much like she hadn't shared her own yet. In her defense he did ask her not to tell him anything.

"Aldric Cibre." He introduced himself after a moment, moving away from her now as he went back to his cup and took another sip from it, giving her room to get up now. "I presume you do not want me to call you sea fairer or wanderer? What is yours?" He asked, turning back to her now, letting her pick her self up and give her own name in return to his own reply.

There wasn't much of a pause in the air between the two of them while the woman still sat on the floor gave an annoyed looking glare up to Aldric. Such a look was something he was all too familiar with. After all after he let off a string of observations like that the usual reaction was for someone to tell him to 'get lost', and not in such kind terminology. He almost smirked a little bit, but managed to refrain himself from doing so as she then got to her feet and covered herself a little more inside his long coat.

She introduced herself finally as Morgan, Aldric nodding lightly as he took the name in. He let her place the Bow down on the counter, already having looked it over so he didn't need to even give it a second thought. Instead his eyes followed the strange woman as she glanced around the room herself now. She seemed confused and mesmerized by everything, which was to be expected. She had come from such a primitive world after all, which made it clear to him that anything in the world such as Coruscant would probably be new to her. He didn't bother speaking again though, just waiting for her to get caught up on everything.

He was beginning to realize then that he of course would have to figure out something to do with this woman... he wasn't aware of any kind of organization aside from the Jedi who were really doing anything with people of the time slip, which left him with few other options. He wasn't fond of her staying in his apartment of course, she certainly wasn't his responsibility. However at the same time, she was the most interesting thing to happen to him for a while now. That was hardly reason for him to allow her to stay of course, but she didn't exactly have anywhere else she could go either.

It wasn't really he concern either though so he entered into the sitting room of the apartment and fell heavily onto his couch that he hadn't noticed she was eyeing. "You are in a lower Coruscanti Apartment." He answered her question as he sighed lightly and settled down a bit in the couch as he shut his eyes a little. Before he could really relax though or any other questions could be asked or answered between the two of them, there was a small, almost nervous knock on the door. His eyes opened and he let out a slight groan as he almost instantly recognized that annoying knock.

Clearly it was his neighbor from down the hall. Ever since she had met him a few weeks back she had been infatuated with him, and though he had repeatedly shut her out, she seemed to hold out some kind of hope for a relationship. "Oh god..." Aldric muttered lightly, pointing to the door. "Could you get that, and if she asks tell her i'm sleeping."

He had honestly hoped that he would be able to just stay there in the living room and avoid the entire situation. That would have made having an extra set of hands around the apartment worth his while. Unfortunately for him that even the dingy old door seemed to have gotten the better of Morgan. Within a moment he heard her speaking, complaining with a moan that the door wouldn't work. He moved to help her out, though it took time to explain the workings of the door to her.

Eventually she got it and he was able to retreat back into the small apartment and out of sight back onto the same couch he had been on beforehand, not having noticed just how awkward something as simple as opening a door had been for her, and how odd it was for him to have to explain it to her the way he had.

At the door stood the brown eyed woman. By most standards she was good looking; not exactly a model but still attractive. Aldric of course never gave her a second glance, but that didn't stop her from trying to catch his attention... something that was very apparent by the kind of clothing she always seemed to show up in. This time specifically she wore (besides the shocked expression on her face) short shorts and an ill fitting tank top, while she had run over clearly not prepared to go anywhere else. She stood there blankly as Morgan held the door, the expectant look on the other woman's face.

What had she just heard? It was almost disgusting to think about. She tried to peek around the woman, but she couldn't when she realized she was naked aside from Aldric's coat. Her stomach sank a little at the thought. She leaned back a little rubbing at her arm a little, her cheeks flushing red. "Uh... I .. I actually forget what I wanted to ask him. Whe-where did he go?" The woman asked, any composure she might have very clearly being washed away now by what she imagined had happened between the two of them.

He had settled in the couch again as Morgan managed to steer his unwanted visitor away. She was in ear shot still, but he couldn't quite hear the entire conversation. Still it seemed Morgan was good at brushing those unwanted characters away... at least that was a plus. With the other woman gone, Morgan was returning to the room again after having closed the door and was then double checking her things. Aldric didn't really mind her, just sitting there on the couch curled up a little in a ball with his arms clutching his knees.

Despite having decided not to really nose in on her business, he still listened for her; able to tell she was working around somewhere in the kitchen where she had first fallen in at. He couldn't tell any more specifically then that what she was doing until he heard her bare feet pattering back into the room and felt his coat tossed down on him from wherever she had thrown it. He glanced up then, seeing her as she walked away from him and towards the door that she had just then learned how to open.

After she opened it, a man stood there having just been about ready to knock on it. Aldric from afar could see from his couch to the door after he sat up, arching his brow as he saw the officer standing there. The man was shocked by the appearance of a totally naked, yet seemingly armed woman in the door way. Technically she was still in the room so it wasn't really illegal, but such indecency wasn't tolerable outside like this. Surely she knew that. "Are you drunk Ma'am?" The man asked, effectively blocking her way.

By this time Aldric was up and making his way to the door. He came up quietly behind Morgan and quickly yet effectively slung the coat back around her shoulders. "No not drunk." He reassured the officer, taking a glance before he pulled Morgan back into the room by her shoulders and held his finger up to the man. "One moment." He said, excusing himself for a moment but abruptly shut the door on him again. "I didn't expect you to attempt to leave... this won't due if you plan on leaving though." He commented. He would rather not be responsible for sending her out without clothing... that would be tedious. He had no problem if the woman decided to leave on him, but for the moment he would have to help her out one more time it seemed. "Keep the coat for a moment." He suggested, pointing her to a chair before he walked back to the door again, looking to the baffled officer.

"Alright, Officer Mosac, I assume you have something for me?" He asked. The officer looked stunned, but before he could even ask Aldric sighed lightly. "It's on your badge." He muttered.

"Okay but how did you know I have a case for you?"

"Why else would anyone be here like you to see me? Besides that you were working the last case i was on we just never had the misfortune of meeting." Aldric spoke in his quick tone now, trying to speed things along so they could get to the point of this meeting.

"Oh... yes..." The officer admitted, it sounding far simpler that way. "Well if i can explain inside? I think you'll find this pretty interesting, and i was referred to you after your last job helping us."

Aldric sighed a little, looking back inside to Morgan but shrugged a little with a nod before he stepped out of the way and let the man in.

Aldric effectively ignored Morgan's irate replies to his rather unceremonious handling of her as he had drug her back into the room and plopped her down. At least she had done up the buttons on the front of the coat now and wasn't so exposed; not that Aldric even noticed when she wasn't but this was more for the benefit of the man at the door then anyone else. She went on a small rant about how she didn't plan on staying here; not that he expected her to really, but he did think she would stay long enough to sort herself out a bit more. Either way, it was hardly his concern at the moment. By the time she warned him not to just walk away from her though he was already at the door conversing with the officer.

By the time Aldric let Mosac inside, it was becoming deathly clear that he was confused and very uncomfortable in the presence of a barely clothed woman, but Aldric just brushed past the man, finding a chair again and sitting himself in it, pressing his finger tips together and crossing his legs at his ankles. He leaned forward and nodded to the seat opposite of him, as if telling the man to sit there. In the small living room there was the couch, a small table where Morgan was sitting, and two comfortable but ratty looking chairs that sat across from each other, all patterned in a way that one could see each other seat from any seat of choosing.

There was a brief moment of pause where the officer simply thought he had walked into a freak show, but he slowly feel into the seat that faced away from the broken window behind him. "It's drafty in here." He admitted as he looked around. "I'll have to fix that." Aldric commented quietly, but quickly. "Now you didn't come here to discuss the window, unless you are feeling exposed in current company..." Obviously referring to Morgan and the fact the man was certainly starring. "... I recommend you actually tell me what you came for."

The officer paused a little, but quickly looked away from Morgan when he realized exactly what he was starring at. "Uh... yeah." He commented, reaching into his coat for a small file, passing it over to Aldric. In the small case was a small report of the crime scene and a small data disk and holo projector. "I'm going to warn you the images on there aren't for those with weak stomachs..." The man said. Aldric simply glanced at the disk and slid it into the projector, glancing at Morgan from the corner of his eye. "She's fine." He commented with a small shrug before he stood and set the Holo-projector on the table.

"What's the case?" He asked, looking to the Detective inspector for a moment, deciding the wanted to hear about the case before he pressed the play back on the recordings.

"Well the file says what it's about."

"Yes, and i'll read the file after you explain the case. I prefer to do my own editing." He commented back, waiting for a moment for the man to continue.

"Oh... Right. Yes Of course. Um... On the other side of the district a few levels up, there is a speeder manufacturing company." The man began. "One of their workers was killed in the machines, they want to know where the slip up was and have it fixed if there is any flaws in the safety."

"Go on?" Aldric urged with a small sigh; only to get a confused look from the man. "Well the police wouldn't be involved if it was an accident now would they?" Aldric quipped, clearly beginning to get on the Man's nerves, but he didn't really care.

"No... we wouldn't." The man sighed, biting it off between his teeth. "There are some saying that it's not an Accident at all. The Owner of the company insists that it had to be murder because there is no way there could be a flaw in his safety precautions." He explained. Aldric nodded lightly at this and then leaned down to turn the Holo-projector on.

Images then filled the room within a second. A machine that was coated in blood and body parts having been torn to shreds as it scattered across the room, having either been thrown or drug to different parts of the work floor room by the machine in question. Aldric didn't flinch at the bloody scene, having seen worse honestly. His eyes narrowed a little on the different images that flashed in front of them, but eventually he spoke. "I'll take the case, but I wont be along for a while... I trust the address was left in the file?" The man nodded in turn to Aldric's question and was slowly moving to get up. "I shall wait for you there then?"

"If you like." He commented, shutting the holo-projector off then and handing it back over to the officer before he took the file for himself...

He had been so obsessed with the information he had hardly been noticing Morgan's reactions to it all or if she was displaying any kind of interest.