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As the woman thought about where she would first begin her mission, a loud sound came from the insides of one of the small yet bustling saloons. It lit up the inside of the shack like fire, and a thunderous roar cracked across the vicinity.  It was as if some beast had been unleashed and had already claimed its victim. Jocelyn held her breath, her hand tightening on the hilt of her sword as she approached the saloon. She was afraid of what sort of scene she would encounter, and, more specifically, what exactly had happened.

The wooden floors creaked loudly as Jocelyn stepped inside. Her eyes adjusted to the change of lighting, but her hearing was as always. And she basically heard nothing, save for a couple of voices near the back of the room. Once she was able to get a look at her surroundings, she caught sight of a large figure slumped against the floor. Something sour tainted the air; she was able to identify the smell as blood, and lots of it. From what she could infer, the unmoving heap of flesh was murdered by someone nearby. And not by any common mean-- no sword or lance or throwing daggers could make this much of a mess.

Her eyes, suddenly an icy azure, flickered towards the two men at the bar. To her surprise, one of the males was an inguz chatting to a seemingly uninterested stranger. The smell of smoke hung heavy in the air, mixing with the stench of blood. Jocelyn set her jaw, feeling an overwhelming sense of anger come over her. The inguz could not have killed the orc in such a way, but it was very possible that the other man, a solarian, did.

[b][color=00aeef]"Pardon, sir,"[/color][/b] Jocelyn approached the inguz, her steel-plated boots thudding against the floors. [color=00aeef][b]"But I'm afraid that your little chat will have to wait."[/b][/color]

With an overly serious expression, she turned towards the stranger. The blonde was ready to pull out Dawnchaser if it came down to it, but she would prefer to avoid any further bloodshed. [color=00aeef][b]"You are under arrest for the murder of an innocent being. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way-- but I'm pretty sure that everyone in here wouldn't want their day ruined even further."[/b][/color]

Jocelyn knew that this was risky, but could she really let the bastard get away with killing someone in such a manner? She only tightened the grip on her sword, her knuckles burning white as she waited for his reply in apprehension.

[@VKAllen] [@Solace]