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Martan threw his cloak over top of one of his many unpacked boxes as he entered office. He powered on his data terminal as he kicked off his shoes. This was going to be a long night of strained eyes and sore muscles. He slipped into the seat and pulled it forward as the terminal went through its startup protocols. Just what had happened to Imeica and what else what Doctor Kane hiding? His train of thought was broken as the console prompted him for his login. He logged onto the terminal without thought as he tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
Obviously what some kind of black project, but under whose jurisdiction, there was too many variables to consider. So many organizations were running their own little pet programs underneath the nose of somebody else’s project. Captain Blackstone was going to be the key figure in this; he was going to be able to shed some light on the situation...that is if Doctor Kane wasn’t lying.
“No, he was too scared to be lying...”
Martan began to type in the variables for the search, Jeremiah Blackstone, Mayfield Kane, Imeica Darkstrider, HK-117...
He hit the submit button, slumped back into his seat and waited while the computer did the digging. So if Doctor Kane was the scientific part of the project then what was Blackstone? The lead? Impossible, why go through all the trouble to terminate it and help Imeica afterwards. HK-117 and Jeremiah were tied together, Imeica had as much admitted that whether she realized it or not. So he had a trooper designation, was he security on this project? It made sense with his current position here at SEMRA; security isn’t something new to him. Did he become attached to the subject or was he more than security?
The computer beeped at him that it had finished its cross-referenced search. He punched in a few commands and brought up the results.
“Lovely...only 1,653 pages of results...” he sighed out loud as he began to modify the search to remove anything recent or associated with SEMRA.
“Frack...” he mumbled as he realized he needed to file his report on Doctor Kane and his travel restriction. Dr. Parrish is going to love this, he thought as he began to fill out the form. Martan just seemed to have a knack for catching her when she was in the mood for blood, but Doctor Kane’s involvement with Imeica’s memory loss and this black project, especially as the one who did the procedure and some inside knowledge of what was going on, made him too important to give him the opportunity to flee.
Martan finished the report and scanned it over...
TO: SEMRA Security, Investigations, SEMRA Management
Subject: Doctor Mayfield Kane
Due to Doctor Kane’s involvement with an ongoing investigation, his travel privileges have been revoked under the jurisdiction of this office. Doctor Kane is not considered a threat to himself or others; he is only considered a flight risk. If he is seen making any attempts to leave the area of Star’s End or the SEMRA Campus he is to be detained and this office is to be notified immediately. Due to the sensitive nature and the fact that this is an ongoing investigation more information cannot be divulged. Those having the proper clearance and need to know can request to see the open case file at this office’s discretion. Thank you for your cooperation in this matter.
Sgt. Martan Kali
SEMRA Investigation Department
Satisfied with the report he filed it and relaxed back in the chair while he waited for the new results. He only hoped he could help bring justice to Imeica’s suffering.
Martan woke up in a fog, he slowly reached over and grabbed his chrono and squinted to read the time, it didn’t surprise him to see it was the afternoon. He slipped the chrono on his wrist and rubbed his eyes as he rolled over and sat up. Sighing as he stood up, he groaned as the effects of the hangover from his drinking binge last night hit him. Steadying himself on the bedpost, he leaned over and grabbed his blaster and holster. Shuffling along he made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower and hung the holster from a hook on the wall. Sighing once more he stepped into the shower, not even flinching, though it was way too hot. Leaning against the front wall he let the water run down the back of his head and down. It never ceased to amaze him how one day you thought life was grand and the next you were at the bottom of a pile of Bantha poo doo.
As he roboticly went through the motions of cleaning himself he ran through the previous nights events...at least the one he could remember. The drinking, the shooting of the serving droid, which he noted to himself he was going to have to replace. Then back to the events that led up to it. Reading the message and snapping the datapad in half, yet another purchase to make. He replayed the message over and over in his head as the anger and frustration welled up inside until he puched the tiled wall.
“Why!” he yelled at no one.
