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"Look. I want to go home." Gunther growled at the reporter following him doggedly. He was a piece of slime from BBC 3, and he had been wondering why the lead investigator on the case hadn't been asked a few more questions than he had been about it. "Come on, Kraut. Talk, will ya?" Gunther...

Gunther was awake and sharp already, as he always was. A borderline insomniac with an obsessive need to close cases will always be among the first on the scene. He heard the voice of that damn reporter, and growled. "Hallo." He said in the German accent he had become known for. "No comments...

More than six. Exactly twelve. They had filtered in so nicely for him, though. So orderly, considering their fates. Well. By orderly he meant screaming and wielding knives, but they had done it all one by one - and now they all lay on the floor with various parts of their heads and faces...

The phone was easy to find. They took calls from clients down here after all. He picked it up and dialed the emergency number. "Hello, please state your e-" "Paedophile sex den. Children throughout building, but mostly locked in basement. They are safe. Building will be clear when you...

Underneath the mask, his face was without emotion. What use was a smile when the condemned couldn't see it? But it hardly mattered. The Owl was enough. He stalked in last, his head twitching around to observe the scene, the owl mask moving sharply and predatorially. A man screaming in...

Without much more effort or terror on the part of the rebels, they found themselves in a surprisingly vast hangar bay, with a large construction in its centre. The detonation packs were obvious enough, and the improvised explosives were simply made but effective looking. It was the big green...

An owl was what he was. Watchful, and wise, and ancient. He was the one to whom the people of the world paid their homage in books and words. He was the one who roosted in the roof of the library, to keep watch over that great domain of knowledge. He, of them all, would be the most vigilant. He...

Name - Det. Inspector Gunther Morder Date of Birth - 01/09/1945 (38 Years Old) Location of Birth - Munich, Germany Gender - Male Personality - A gruff, unsociable, borderline vulgar man who also happens to be one of the British people's most talented and intelligent detectives - which is...

"Well, I suppose the logical thing to do would be to run..." He glanced in the direction of the planet of Rishi, out the viewport next to them. All those lives. He daren't leave this up here to find a way down to them. Whether it was infectious or not, he would do all he could to prevent the...

Well shit.

"Anyone have any- you must be joking. Here's a suggestion, get to the kriffing ship!" Darran shouted, turning to run down the hallway, towards the hangar bays. Only to be greeted by an unfortunately enthusiastic horde of space zombies. "My day-" He said, grunting with effort as he...

Look. I cannot stress this enough. There is no order to how we post. If you look back you'll see long strings of posts where it is literally just me and funkybub. As long as you aren't literally double posting, then yes, please do post.

I've forgotten. It might be. Whoever's astromech detected the power signature and asked to do further scans.

I really wouldn't mind someone else posting about shooting zombie stormtroopers a bit. Maybe the dude with the cool astromech could have his droid report back about the BOMB?

Anyone else care to reply? Or shall I move us on?

Darran sighed. "Yes. That's him." Slightly annoying, some times, but a good person - a good Jedi - and... Thoroughly undeserving of that. For a former Jedi, Darran was enjoying the thought of taking Stormtrooper heads a little too much right then. And then the smuggler was eaten. "By...

Accepted. You'll begin RP in Desolation Alley, overseeing the interrogation of a suspected force-sensitive prisoner. Feel free to read back on the RP for context.

Event - Death Troopers! This Separatist Listening Post was forgotten by the Empire - who had otherwise been so careful to eliminate all traces of the Separatists, in fear of some degree of uprising - for a very good reason. It was home to an exceptionally secret biological weapons lab, which...

...- or simply destroy - this station. We have to go." But there was something else. Something Darran could not feel. Because the Force only lives within those things that are, themselves, alive. And they were sharing the station with something rather dead. **MAJOR STORY POST INCOMING**

"Uh, coward is not what he turned. He took on an Inquisitor, and... did not match up to the task. Had too much faith in his battle droids too, unfortunately. He's dead, and in more than one piece about it." Darran said quietly. He had known Doran for many years - even if he had not seen him in...