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A Last Good Bye

Posted on Sun Jul 19, 2020 @ 1:46am by Lieutenant JG Gairon Jaggar

Mission: Episode 1: The Milk Run
Location: Vulgar Unicorn Arioan II
Timeline: Mission Day 2387 at 0000

Previously in Fistful of Credits

He got up, stumbling a bit as he ran towards the sound.  He entered the bathroom and saw the figure crumpled on the dirty floor and the pool of blood underneath him.  It took him a few seconds more to realize it was Ajais.  He rushed forward but it was too late. 

His husband was dead, his throat garroted. Beside the body was a Terran playing card.

There was a Joker from a playing card laying next to the body.

Gairon knelt down beside the body.  He knew he was dead, from the combined stench of blood and excrement.   But he checked nonetheless.   There was no pulse, no breath, no movement, no life.

The Orion was not one to shed tears, that was more a Terran concept.  He hadn't cried when he'd scraped his knee, he hadn't cried when people had made fun of him, he hadn't cried the first, or even the second time he'd lost a fight.  But this was different.  He cried, cradling Ajais' body.

He didn't care that his clothes became soaked and stained with the blood, shit, and whatever else was on the floor.  He only cared about the one he loved, the one he knew he would always love.

But, he didn't have time to mourn for long. The Vulgar Unicorn may have been the home for low-lifes and the riff-raff, and they turned a blind eye to brawls, drugs, even sex acts inside the bar, but there were somethings even they had to report to the authorities.  And someone, who had come in to use the bathroom had reported what they saw.

So, Gairon didn't even have time to mourn properly, before the Dunneerian authorities arrived.

Sergeant Milkas, rushed into the room, phaser drawn.  "Get the fuck away from the body," he shouted.

The Orion just sat there for the next few seconds, not moving, not saying anything,  just sobbing and moving back and forth, Ajais head on his lap.

"I said, get the fuck away from the body and show me your hands."

Another five long seconds drug by and Milkas almost fired his pistol, twice but retrained himself.

Taking a gentler tone, but maintaining his grip on the phase and the phaser trained on the stranger.

"Did you know him?" he asked.

"He is, uh, was my husband.  Yes, I knew him," was the quick response.

The Sergeant tightened his grip on the phaser.  It was almost always the spouse, and while this Orion seemed to be grieving, it was just as likely that he was grieving out of remorse for what he'd just done.

"Sir, I need you to step away from the body, and you need to show me your hands."

Gairon gave a slow, almost imperceptible nod of his head and eased Ajais' body to the floor. Slowly.  Then he stood to his feet.  Again, slowly.

"I found him like this," he said as he turned to face the security officer.  "I didn't kill him.  I never could have killed him."

That was what all suspects said.  They were always innocent.  It was always a misunderstanding or they were being framed.  His instincts told him in this case it just might be true.  But he didn't know for sure.

"I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't do it," he repeated almost mindlessly before reason took over.  "You can check the cameras they'll confirm it."

"There are no cameras in the bathroom or the hallway, but we can figure this out.  Our forensics teams are on their way  It would be easier on you if you came clean.  We'll find out if you're lying.  The inspector in charge of the investigation is going to want to question you.  When the forensics team shows up, you'll need to give them your clothes and be examined.  Then you can change and meet with Inspector Haines."

Now that the adrenaline had worn off, Gairon was starting to go numb.




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