@niner1309 | continued from here
There had been rumours circulating about a network of criminals made up of former Jedi, rogue clones, and others; Kerra wanted to get to the bottom of it, find out if it was true or not.
She had a good lead, though when she had pulled them into the interrogation room they had been annoyingly reluctant to provide information, even
The only thing remotely valuable was a passing comment, "You should ask that clone commando. The sergeant."
Kerra hadn't wasted any time coming up to find him after she had finished the the last subject; the grey of her uniform was stained with rusty splotches, most concentrated around the cuffs of her sleeves. It was not her blood, save for a few spots along the front where her nose had started to bleed after the subject had given her a well-timed headbutt. Her gloves were still sticky from her previous subject.
"Sergeant, I need to speak with you." She said, voice clipped and face crafted into a mask of neutrality. The dark lenses of her glasses glinted in the light, rendering her expression mostly unreadable.
She stared at him, noting the significant difference in height between the two. Kerra could already tell that this might be more trouble than it was worth, but it was worth a shot regardless.
