ME: Now time for Dex to make his famous appearance.
You've come a long way, Chad. Once you were a baby sold into slavery, viewed as property instead of a sentient being. Now you are a Jedi Knight. I am grateful that the Force blessed me with you, my former Padawan.
(Jedi Master Mace Windu of the Jedi High Council, speaking to his former Padawan, Jedi Knight Chad Skywalker)
Dex's Diner was a decent establishment, and Obi-Wan knew Dex was trustworthy enough as a source.
If only you were still alive, Master Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan reflected. You were eccentric, but at the same time quite wise. You'd handle this investigation much better than I could.
Entering the restaurant, Obi-Wan cleared his throat and spoke to a waitress droid. "FLO, I'd like to speak with Dex. It's an important matter."
The WA-7 nodded. "Dex, it looks like a Jedi is here to see you."
The Besalisk man exited the kitchen and smiled. "Hey there, Obi-Wan! What brings you to my humble business?"
He shook his head. "Unfortunately, Dex, I'm unable to enjoy a glass of your Jawa juice in peace. I'm investigating a homicide, and I have sensitive information regarding it that needs an outside opinion in light of your...past."
Dex grunted. "Hey, everyone can learn something from history. What is it you're looking for exactly, Master Jedi?"
Obi-Wan retrieved a datapad from his cloak, the kind used to transfer data when it couldn't be merely transmitted for security reasons. "A criminal gang attempted to murder me and three other Jedi as well as a polive officer, but all but one were killed in self-defense. We attempted to interrogate the survivor, but he was shot before a name was revealed. All we know for certain is that the hooligans were hired by a Mandalorian. Additionally, the last outlaw was killed with a jacketed hollowpoint bullet that had a neurotoxin injected into it. Said neurotoxin appears to be either new or rare, for the investigators have, for the moment, been unable to determine where the poison was developed. Perhaps you can shed some light on the poison's origins?"
Dex took a look at the datapad. "Hey, I actually recognize this data from my days as a prospector! Obi-Wan, this neurotoxin was developed on Kamino!"
"Kamino?"
"Yes, Kamino!" Dex explained. "Independent planet not affiliated with either the Republic or the Confederacy out in the Wild Space, twelve parsecs outside of the Rishi Maze. The locals, the Kaminoan species, are probably the finest cloners in the galaxy. Mainly keep to themselves, though, unless you got enough credits."
Obi-Wan nodded. "I'll make sure to research Kamino, Dex. Thank you for your assistance," he said.
*CUT TO: UNDERWORLD POLICE PLAZA COURTYARD*
Chad grunted as he walked around in CSF biker gear. True, it was protective, but the young Jedi Knight normally dressed in lighter robes and thus would need to get used to the heavier uniform.
Jedi used to wear armor to fight the Sith Empire, he reflected. You just gotta figure out how to use your outfit effectively and thus get a reasonable balance of protection and mobility out of it.
"Master Drallig," he asked, "what exactly does the Underworld Police need us for?"
The Battlemaster frowned. "There has been increased fighting between the Hutt Cartel, the Black Sun, and local criminal organizations, Skywalker," he answered. "More civilians are being killed or injured in the crossfire. Our purpose is to protect innocent life, and once the detectives find a situation where we can make an impact, we strike."
Chad grunted. "With all due respect, Master, we should be out in the field bringing thugs to justice and protecting would-be victims from them instead of waiting around-."
Their comlinks beeped. "Attention all available units," said the CUP dispatcher, "we have a report of sentient trafficking victims being held. I repeat, we have a case of suspected sentient trafficking. Any available officers, please respond immediately. Location has been marked, proceed with caution."
Serra jogged out of the building, having gone inside to change. "Master, we need to go! Now!"
"Hop on," Chad agreed, tossing her a pair of HUD glasses while putting on his own. Always good to protect the eyes.
The three Jedi sped off on two borrowed speeder bikes. "Dispatch," Chad said , "this is Jedi Knight Chad Skywalker. Come in, over."
"Go, Master Jedi," replied the dispatcher.
"Order all responding officers to set up a perimeter and wait for us to arrive," he told her. "These fucks need to pay, but I don't want any good cops getting killed if I can stop it."
"Wilco, Master Skywalker. Dispatch out."
"Skywalker," Drallig chided, "vengeance is not the way of the Jedi."
"But, Master," Serra argued, "justice is." Chad noted that, naturally, she was pissed off due to the nature of the crime.
"Let's just get these girls free," he said before Drallig could respond.
When they arrived, the restaurant was surrounded by police cruisers and officers armed with carbines.
"Follow me!" Chad yelled, igniting his lightsaber.
The three Jedi charged through the doorway, being quick to reduce their vulnerability. The officers followed, their blasters set to stun because of the trafficked sentients.
What no one expected to find were more than a few dead men with blood leaking from bullet wounds.
"Damn," Serra commented. "Someone beat us to these bastards."
"Let's just get these girls to safety," Chad said.
Suddenly there was the sound of stun rounds, followed by a man yelling over the comlink, "Officers down! Officers-!"
Chad and Serra raced towards the back exit, just in time to see a man accelerate away on a speeder bike.
"Is that the Fox?" He asked.
She nodded. "Yup," Serra answered. "I can sense these three cops in the Force, so he just stunned them."
A cop joined and checked on his downed comrades. "Officer Kallus to Dispatch," he said. "Be advised: Three officers down, stunned. Multiple sentient trafficking victims, as well as numerous suspects in need of transport. Over."
"Copy that, transports inbound," the Dispatcher replied.
Chad's holoreceiver beeped, and he took it out. Mace was the one contacting him.
"Master Windu," he said formally.
"Get back to the surface with Padawan Keto, Chad," the Korun man ordered. "New assignment for both of you."
ME: A/N: I've been working on this for about a week, I guess. Hope it was worth the wait, guys.
"Underworld Police Plaza" is a reference to the real life NYPD HQ.
The glasses worn by Serra and Anakin reference Falcon's redesigned costume for the MCU, which was redesigned for realism (I.e. Goggles to protect his eyes).
The sentient trafficking and the vigilante nicknamed "the Fox" is a reference to Watch Dogs and its protagonist, Aiden Pearce.
In light of popular demand, I am deciding to have Chad and Serra accompany Padmé and Anakin.