Drak walked the dark streets of the Coruscanti lower bowels. Light never made it down this far, and since Criminals loved the dark, this is where most of them lived. The only light came from the few functioning street glow lamps and the many street signs lining the shops and seedy clubs. He wore his CSF armour and helmet, and had Tala holstered by his side. CSF patrols on these levels were never less than three, and they were all veterans. Rookies stayed higher to the surface.<br/><br/>Drak rested on a wall, watching the population walk on by and looking at his partners, all of them human. The CSF used to be more diversified, but the empire slowly pushed any other alien race out through bigotry and racism. This just gave the criminals more reason to hate them. Most of the CSF staff didn't like the all-human stigma either.<br/><br/>"I'm so tired of doing these patrols," exclaimed one of his partners, Yoalhen. "I need a vacation. To somewhere nice... like Naboo. Ever been there, Drak? I heard it's wonderful, as long as you avoid the Gungans."<br/><br/>Drak's head was elsewhere, trying to figure out how he was going to get out of work. A vacation wasn't a bad idea. He had enough time saved up, but usually the captain needed a few weeks notice. Maybe the best thing would be to claim an illness. "It's nice there," he said half paying attention to the conversation.<br/><br/>Yoalhan looked at Drak, "hey what's been eating you up?" Drak didn't say anything.<br/><br/>A call came over the comlink. *We have a Disturbance, a fight at the Jub Jub Cantina in sector 1313-9. Two perps, a female, and male, both human.*<br/><br/>"1313-9, that's our sector," Drak told the other two, who both rolled their eyes.<br/><br/>"Can't we let it slide? It's almost the end of our shift."<br/><br/>Drak ignored them and spoke into the comm. "Copy comlink tower- patrol J2-46 heading there now." His partners sighed in frustration.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>Drak could hear the glass shattering and the grunts from a mile away. "I hate this patrol, did I mention that already?" Yoalhen made sure everyone heard.<br/><br/>"J2-46 requesting back-up at the Jub Jub Cantina," he called into his comm. "Alright, hands on your blasters, but don't draw unless they do," Drak reminded them of their jobs, which they rolled their eyes to. They liked Drak, but for the most part they hated that he took everything so serious, and that he rarely let things slide. There was also the matter that he was so clean, never taking bribes or bending the law. He got the job done though, and he was a great guy to get along with on most days, just not today.<br/><br/>They pushed themselves into the cantina where a full fight was brawling. A glass smashed near them, and a chair flew across the room. Everyone was yelling at the two fighting in the middle of the room. Drak stopped in his tracks. "Of all the places on the planet," he cursed to himself. Drak wasn't surprised that Meena was the female perp, as she was known for causing disturbances. However he was surprised she happened to be in his sector, during his patrol. He had planned on trying for her again at her ship at the end of the night, so he wasn't sure if this was coincidence, luck, or bad karma. After all, now he had to arrest her, and that would get him nowhere with his negotiations.<br/><br/>"CSF! Everyone cool it!" yelled Yoelhen at the top of his lungs.<br/><br/>They didn't listen. Drak wasn't in the mood, and his emotions were high. Something about Meena, his brother, and the way she got under his skin earlier, that made his frustrations get to him. Completely ignoring his orders outside, he pulled out Tala, and fired her three times to the ceiling, making some concrete fall. "Alright if you don't want to get shot, get out of this cantina!" he screamed, pointing the blaster to Meena, "as for you two, get onto the ground and put your hands on your heads!"<br/><br/>His partners looked at Drak confused, never seeing him act this way, while holding tightly onto their blasters.