[LTC - P15 - Tirac Munda - PK] L&O - The Last Honest Constable

Rain hammered the narrow windows of the precinct house, streaking neon light across the office of Detective Deren Vale. The old detective stands surrounded by datapads, evidence chips, and a holo-board covered in names connecting merchant houses, pirate crews, and dock syndicates operating throughout the Ember District. 

Outside, the city churned with unease following the assassination of a Rodian representative during the Conclave of Chains, a killing quietly carried out in the shadows of the criminal summit.

The Rodian blocks demanded blood. Pyke markets armed themselves openly. Merchant families hired extra security while gang enforcers stalked the tram lines at night. And somewhere in the middle of it all sat Detective Vale, one of the few municipal officers on Tirac Munda still trying to uphold actual law instead of serving syndicates, bribes, or political favors.

That was why the police droid stood near his desk.

The security unit, a municipal enforcement model, had been assigned after Vale began receiving threats. Anonymous messages flooded precinct channels, warning him to abandon the investigation. Blaster fire had shattered his apartment windows only a week earlier. Whether the danger came from pirates, syndicates, or corrupt officials within the planet’s own governing circles, it no longer mattered. The droid remained constantly active, photoreceptors scanning the hallway for movement while its hand held a worn shock baton.

Then the office doors opened.

Lieutenant Rheiker of the Protectorate of Kalarba stepped into the office, accompanied by 4D1-RA-7. Unlike the municipal police, Rheiker moved with calm certainty. The confidence of someone representing a government that still believed it could impose order on worlds slipping into chaos.

The detective immediately understood why he had come.

Rheiker laid out what he knew from intercepted communications that linked several gang leaders to the growing unrest in the Ember District. Weapons shipments. Planned retaliations. Names of suspected killers. Enough information to prevent the city from collapsing into open violence, not that anyone had the authority to stop it... just yet.

The police droid shifted slightly as voices rose outside the office corridor. Even within the precinct walls, tension lingered like smoke. Officers no longer trusted one another. Some had been bought. Others feared what would happen if the criminal syndicates finally stopped pretending to cooperate.

Rheiker leaned forward, lowering his voice.

“The district is closer to collapse than your superiors realize,” he warned. “When the violence begins, the Protectorate will intervene. What matters now is deciding whether law enforcement on Tirac Munda stands for law… or survival.”

Detective Vale looked toward the rain-streaked skyline beyond his office window. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance. Somewhere below, another fight had likely broken out in the lower streets.

“Tirac Munda survives because somebody still believes in rules,” Vale replied. “The day nobody does… this whole world burns.”

Neither man noticed the growing smoke already rising in the distance…

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