Ask Fall From Grace

[Trys Aran]

Chalacta​

Her head was throbbing, and she thought she was seeing doubles. However, she didn’t put the drink down, finishing off the glass of whiskey while she puffed on her cigarra. She felt like a ghost instead of a person, an imprint that barely existed in the present day where she truly died a long time ago with her son. And yet, she was cursed to carry on and linger. Forced to attend the grave sites of Talak, Hans, Vera, Crix and everyone else she held dear. The Eternal having killed her decades back would have been a mercy.

She spent the last few years throwing herself at danger, but she always made it out alive. If there was such things as fate and luck, they were especially cruel to her. Trys kept a low profile, drifting from planet to planet to solve cases off the books. She had long since retired from the Rangers, losing her appetite for any kind of real career with the death of her son. Nowadays she picked up oddjobs just to get by, reverting back to her poverty-stricken days before she joined the forces.

She was in a rundown cantina, sitting in the corner and reading the news about the locals. There were a series of murders taking place that sounded entirely similar to someone she had put away ten years back. She didn’t have access to the Ranger system so she couldn’t look up the exact status of that prisoner. This very well could be a copy cat, but the methodical way of killing piqued her interest enough to make it out to Chalacta.

Trys had no jurisdiction here, so the most she could do was some vigilante sleuthing. But at least that beat her drinking herself into a stupor again…

@Raydo

 

[Nick Shaw]

Nick stepped out of the spaceport. He had rushed to Chalacta when they had got the notification of Nixian Treldrast's escape from prison a few weeks ago. He had been trying to track down Trys after the escaped murderer had left a threat scrawled in blood on his person, a threat directed at the Detective who had put her away.

After spending a week searching for her, he finally got a hit on her ship on Chalacta. Of course, she would have gone there. The killer's escape had hit the holonet, which had been the serial killer's hunting grounds.

"I am on Chalacta; I know you are too. We need to talk," he said, sending the message before slipping the phone back into his pocket. She was long retired, but cops never really let it all go completely. If she was going to search for this killer, she would have the help of her old partner.

He sat down, his knee twinged slightly with pain. "I'm getting too old for this..." he said, as grumbled to himself as he awaited a reply.

 

[Trys Aran]

Trys stared at the message, a strange sensation coursing through her entire person. It was as if a ghost had reached out. Everyone else from that chapter of her life had perished. She almost ignored the message, almost too afraid to face it. Trys drew out a cigarra and lit it, exhaling a cloud of smoke as she ordered another drink. She didn’t know what she could say to Nick after all these years. Did he know she had lost her son? Trys rubbed her temples.

Instead of a message, she simply dropped a pin for her location. The ex Ranger waited till he entered, and she would be recognizable right away. Her eyes widened in visible surprise, but she said nothing initially, gesturing for him to sit across from her. There was a drink waiting for him already, “Guessing you still like that,” She remarked, the mixed drink something she recalled him throwing back when they worked overtime and had any moment to relax.

Trys gave a half grin, “You look good, Shaw,” She said, “I thought you’d have settled down with a couple of brats by now,”She said as she took another drag from her cigarra.

@Raydo

 

[Nick Shaw]

"What the hell is a pin..." he said as the notification came in. He tapped his phone a couple of times, trying to figure it out before the location finally came up. He let out a sigh. "Could have just told me like a normal person..." he grumbled to himself.

A bit later, he strode into the bar, searching the crowd until he found the table Trys had found for herself. He sat down and took the drink that was given to him. He nodded. It was, in fact, his drink. He wasn't surprised she remembered. They had spent too many nights at bars after their shifts for those memories to fade with time. "You're a saint, Trys.." he said warmly, his tone similar, though his voice had developed a more gravely tone over the years.

"You don't look so bad yourself..." he replied before laughing at her next comment. "Could you imagine me raising a kid? That would be a disaster..." he shook his head.

"Its been too long..." he said.

He pulled out a data chip from his jacket pocket. "Guess you are here looking for Treldrast?" he said, sliding her the chip hat the escaped convicts file on it. He pulled it back slightly. "You can have it under one condition...we do this together. You ain't going to make me write up some long report on how I let a vigilante get herself killed.." he said before sliding it over to her.

On the file, she would find a picture of the blood-bathed prison cell, the words "I'M COMING FOR YOU ARAN." written in blood on the walls.

"Seems your friend wants to see you too.." he grimaced, taking another pull from his drink.

@Sreeya