A slim Zabrak stepped into the CorSec office, clutching his left arm, which had a dash of blood on the ebony jacket covering it. Blotches of dirt stained his lightly armored clothes, and there was a slight limp to his step.
He proceeded into the investigations section, where Darja and Tarek were moving away from the interrogation room.
"Eh. Who tried to assassinate the governor this time?" he said in his quiet, mechanical voice. "Or did you guys just finish beating the hell out of another person who tried to trade without requisition papers?"
"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school." - Albert Einstein