The Investigation Launched.

[Bobbi]

(Just a note, that if you have not read the entire "From the Ashes He Rises" post, please do so before reading this. The matters addressed in this thread precede those within that post.)

Just hours had passed since that moment when Solomon had felt Darien slip from him. Ureala was now awake, her temperature having been reduced severely, her arm hooked up to an IV drip that was supplying her body with water and other nutrients. It wasn't medication, just a solution to replenish what she had lost during the night. Her leg was bandaged, and hung in a sling connected to the hospital bed. She'd refused to allow them to do anything other then that to her form. She'd heal it on her own.

She was watching Solomon, the shadows that had settled on his face, the circles that had developed around his eyes. He looked older, far older then he should have been. There was anger within him, a deafening rage that he was struggling to control. Jay sat on the chair beside him, head down, hands folded. He was crying silently inside, his shoulders shuddering from the attempt at being strong.

They'd lost another of their clan. Darien had returned to the Force, he had returned to their mother. She shut her eyes, laying her head back against the pillow, squeezing the tears from her vision. Was this the destiny that the Force would dictate for them? To watch themselves be picked off like beasts in a jungle? Was this what their mother had left for them in her death?

She felt just as guilty for Darien's death has Solomon had. neither of them had been there, neither of them could have stopped it. She knew it was wrong to feel that way, but she just could not help herself. It was human, and at the moment she was just that.

The door to her room opened, Jay's head snapping up, Solomon breathing away his anger. Both turned to watch the CorSec officer enter, Ureala opening her eyes a moment later as he began to speak. "I know this is going to be difficult for you," He said, moving to the edge of the bed where Ureala lay. He was looking at her as he spoke, but his words had been meant to encompass all those within the room. "But, I am going to have to ask you some questions..."

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Tekal:
Solomon had risen from where he sat, moving forward to step between the officer and Ureala. He was being cautious, careful about who he let get close to his sister. The idea that it could have been anyone who had taken Darien from them was one that burnt brightly within his mind. He just couldn't grasp the little details yet, like the fact that this officer sounded nothing like the man who had spoken to him over the com. Ureala shook her head, lifting her hand and staying Solomon's actions. "Its alright, Sol." She said, waiting for him to sit back down before she turned her attention to the officer. "We will help in any way that we can..."

CorSec:
The man looked tired. He had been working with this case all day with no rest and it was straining him mentally and physically. A beard covered his face and his hair was cropped neatly. Dressed in casual clothes. He was a detective with CorSec. A straw dangling out of his mouth and a datapad in his hand with information they had already gathered from the crime scene and witnesses. His voice was comforting and soft. But his eyes showed that he didn't trust these two enough to think them innocent in this murder. Both Jedi. One sustaining a lightsaber injury. He gave them a little smile. "I understand this must be a hard time for you. And I also understand that Jedi are not well liked since the end of the war. Is there anyone you know of that could have done this? Any names of those who have
it out for you? Any information you have would be greatly needed at this time."

Tekal:
Ureala nodded to him, Solomon sitting quietly, clenching and unclenching his jaw. "There are many people who would want to see us dead, Detective. Our mother made a lot of enemies in her life." She answered honestly, pushing herself up a bit on her bed, against the propped pillows. "To point out any specific person would be like shooting in the dark to find a black target."

CorSec:
He noded to this and moved the straw to the other side of his mouth, chewing a little as he looked from one to the other. Then gestured to the injured leg. "Wanna tell me how you got that spot on your leg there?"

Tekal:
Ureala's eyes went to Solomon, who cleared his throat softly. "It had happened during the night." He said, nearly whispering the words into the room around them. He hadn't been looking at the detective, but as he spoke, Sol lifted his gaze, boring a hole into the CorSec officer's eyes. His gaze was intense and cold. "We had all been sleeping, I heard her crying out in her sleep. By the time I got to her room, she was burning up a temperature, and her leg was steaming from that gash. As far as I can tell, from what I felt through the Force -- Ureala was having an intense nightmare, influenced by the memory of our mother's death."

CorSec:
The man narrowed his eyes at the boy. Looking to Ureala for a moment before scribbling something onto his datapad. "So you are telling me that someone sneaked into your house and attacked her in her sleep? Or that your sister had such a vivid dream it manifested itself into reality on her body?"

Tekal:
He sighed, nodding his head slightly. "I am telling you that whatever inflicted that damage onto her form was not physical. Be it a vision, a nightmare... a manifestation through the Force had occurred. And it had harmed my sister."

CorSec:
"The Force huh." he sighed and ran a hand through his head. "You want me to put in the report you got a lightsaber burn on your leg from a dream? Shall we also put down Darien Tekal's death as Force dream related attacks?"

Tekal:
He was having trouble controlling his outrage, so instead of answering, Sol turned away from the detective, folding his hands against his lap, staring straight ahead. Best not to say anything, then to wind up assaulting an officer of the law and wind up in hot water. Ureala spoke, seeing the look on her brother's face. "Darien was attacked, Detective, I was not. Solomon had spoken with Darien's killer moments after the act took place. If you desire, so that you may file it in your report, I can give you details to my dream."

CorSec:
"That wont be needed Miss Tekal. I think I have everything I need. Thank you for your time. I am posting guards outside your room. And if you go anywhere you will be escorted....For your own safety. Until we catch this killer. I want you safe and sound were we can easily protect you." He turned and left the room. Once the door hissed shut behind him he pulled an officer to the side and spoke with him in hushed tones. "Keep an eye on them. As soon as the oldest boy comes out. Take him into custody and remove his weapons. Try not to make any noise about it Officer." The man nodded. "Roger Detective." With that the Detective walked down the hall. Wondering to himself why a brother would attack his own twin. And assault his older sister. And better yet. Why would she cover for him. He sighed and shook his head. "I'm to old for this shit."

Tekal:
Two days echoed in his mind. Two bloody days left for them to find some sort of safety, and here they were, being help in a hospital surrounded by CorSec. Sol reached up, running his hands through his hair. After a moment, he stood and started pacing. Uri watched him in his anxiousness. He was keeping something from them, and it was eating him alive. He stopped, turned to look at her, then resumed pacing. He just didn't know how to tell her about the grim dead line.