It was late. The club was swinging, and Brahle sat quietly in his upstairs office nursing a bottle of lum and smoking a cigarra. A moment to relax.
Today had been busy. The Boss needed things done, and when that was the case, Brahle could expect a busy day or night. But today...
Suffice to say that the Chief of Internal Security wouldn't be bothering with the Somir family. To make sure the Chief understood, it had cost one of his children and a severe beating. Threats and fear.
Sure, it would have been easier to just kill the old salt, but then they'd just send someone new and less corrupt. However...
Even Brahle had difficulty believing that the Chief would let it go... Not after the death of his son in such a memorable way.
So, it shouldn't have surprised him when the large window to his office exploded inwards.
Nor should it have surprised him that twelve heavily armed and armored soldiers of Internal Security stormed through pointing blasters and hollering for him to get on the ground.
Conversely, it shouldn't have surprised the officers that Brahle responded with actions before words.
So loud was the ruckus, it could be heard on the club floor some many levels below.
When the smoke cleared, Brahle was in hypercuffs and four of the officers lay dead around the office.
Blood dripped from a wound on the back of his head, something to do with the butt of a blaster. And he had trouble retaining consciousness...
"Brahle Logris," spoke one of the officers, "You are under arrest for suspicion of murder, coercions and countless other charges."
@#%$. This couldn't be good.
So, Brahle said the only logical thing he could, "Get me a @#%$ lawyer. I'll have your badge or your head..."

By now, someone was bound to respond from the side of the Somir Syndicate.

Her hair flowed behind her as she pulled her purse closer around her body, wrapping her soft fingers around it's thin black strap. At her side, she carried the arsenal of a Lawyer.... her briefcase-black in color to match the delicate black fabric of her Corellian suit. It had been three days.... three agonizing days, and still the Inquisition continued. She stormed forward, her black high heels clicking against the polished gray-marble floor of the Supreme Court building of Coruscant, now ruled by high ranking Imperial Arbitrators, the most harsh, and direct judges in the Galaxy.

It had been only a few days within the Somir Family's Criminal Empire, and already her services were required. Not bad.... but she better be getting paid good for this one.

The Perpetrator.... Brahle Logris.... A powerful, and high ranking criminal boss behind the Somir Empire that was believed to be the right hand of the Boss himself. He was worth more than she would ever hope to be in her lifetime. Probably even worth more than the Somir Empire to the Imperial Authorities, if what they accused him of was backed by hard evidence. That kind of evidence was going to be hard to cover up..... maybe too hard for the Somir Family to compete with.

She continued through the courthouse, an unimpressed look on her face as the large marble desk before her grew larger with each passing moment. A frenzy of Holonet News Droids, and personnel followed behind her, but at a safe distance, something that Meschi, or even the Boss himself was behind. She stopped, slamming her briefcase down against the polished desk top, the secretary's white mug shaking as if an earthquake had suddenly appeared, and then gone-vanishing as if nothing had happened.

"I'd like to speak with my Client, Mister Brahle Logris. My name is Adrena Williams, Attorney at Law." she started, prying the briefcase open as she pulled a book of documents out, flicking her hair back out of her face, and readjusting her glasses. She flashed her Identification Card briefly, and then stuffed it back into the purse at her side.

"Do you have an appointment?" the coarse woman started as she patted a white appointment book on the desk smoothing the papers out as a fake smile crossed her face.

"No. I don't need one. I'm a lawyer." she snapped back, tossing the endless book of paperwork on the desk. "And can you have each of those copied.... three times."

Adrena smirked as the woman picked up the stack of paper, a distasteful and exasperated look on her face. Yet, she stood in silence, rolling her tongue around in her mouth. "I can't let you in without an appointment."

Adrena smirked, taking a step back as she folded her arms. "Well, then it looks like I'll be seeing you in court as well. Section five, amendment three of the Imperial Criminal Justice Doctrine state that I have exclusive access to my client, regardless of his criminal record, or charges." She paused for a moment, taking a crisp white piece of paper from her briefcase, stuffing it in front of the woman's nose. "As you can see, my Client has signed a statement stating that, not only am I representing him, I am filing all claims, and counter suits against the Imperial Justice System. Under Section three of the counter suit filed against the New Order‘s Imperial Justice System, and Chief of Internal Security, it states that..." Adrena paused, running her finger over the document as the woman held it. "Any person, or persons held accountable for detaining my client without power of attorney can be sued for obstruction of Justice, withholding evidence, and defiance of Imperial Law. If you'd like me to continue, I'd be more than happy to have you file a suit right now..."

The woman stepped back, slightly shocked at what had just happened - the threat of being sued herself, yet her face remained smothered in distaste for the woman. "Alright.... He's in cell Three C."

"Thanks..." she squinted at the woman's name tag, "Doris.... you have yourself a wonderful day. I'll be expecting my copies in twenty minutes..."

Adrena smiled, lifting her briefcase with an egotistical smile slanting across her lips. She was quite proud of herself. She gave the woman a brief nod, and continued down the hallway at a quickened pace. Damn I'm Good... she told herself as she pulled open the decorative glass doors leading into the court room's cell lobby, just prior the criminal holding cells. It was rather unusual for someone to be put on trial so quickly.... Coruscant was a city... or should she say, planet bursting with sin. It would take up to three years at a time for obsolete misdemeanor trials.... in fact, she could distinctly remember representing a client that had been held in prison for three years, awaiting trial for stealing a Bothan's fiddlesticks at a local diner.

She stepped forward to a bared door, running her fingers through her hair, but not taking her eyes off of the figure that stood before her.

The Chief of Internal Security himself....

"Miss Williams..." he started. No emotion crossed his face. He merely stood with his hands folded neatly in front of him, one hand wrapped around the other. He wore the usual, a formal black suit and tie with dark black sunglasses covering his eyes. He was a mature man, but he looked like he could still pack a punch.

"Yes?" she said, an innocent smile still cloaking her expression of vulgar distaste.

"I was informed of your arrival.... your reputation precedes you. It's no secret what you're here for... and I know they must be paying you good money to defend this @#%$. But you don't know what you're getting yourself into, of who you‘re dealing with..." he started as he took off his glasses, folded them neatly, and then pushed them into the deep recesses of his pocket. "I'm going to do everything in my power to see that this man fries for what he's done. You may be good, but you're not good enough. Keep that in mind."

With that, he stepped aside, opened the door, and allowed her passage, a close escort of Internal Security Officers followed with there rifles at there sides. She was appalled.... it wasn't every day a woman walked into a prison filled with the most vile criminals of Coruscant... and it wasn't every day forty five men were staring at her breasts. A few shouted obscenities, but she put them out of her mind, keeping her head held high as she strode past the cells. She pulled her suit closer around her, buttoning the last few buttons to cover her cleavage as she continued down the long row of cells.

"Three C. This is it..." the Guard said with a chuckle... Adrena merely groaned.

Naturally, the most vile, and filthy cell on the block.

"Mister Brahle Logris...?" she said as the guard opened the door with the thick security encoded pass card. She stepped forward into the cell, a single figure sitting in the dark corner puffing on a cigarette.

"I'm your Attorney..."

He sits, shadows folded around him and silence a blanket about his form. Tucked into a corner, he seems far too relaxed for this festering atmosphere. Too calm, too collected.
With eyes of ice, bred of hate and inspired by death, he looks her over. His gaze almost a tangible thing, stealing a few degrees of warmth from around the girl.
A girl. Excellent... Maybe things would be alright after all. Even if it came to the worst scenario possible, Brahle knew that he wouldn't be going up for this. If it came to it, the Family would bust him out and let him free.
Not that it mattered. The Boss was backing him, and it showed in who he'd chosen to represent Brahle.
Slowly, like an unfurling panthac, the man called Logris pulls himself to his feet. Like a predator in a cage.
"That so."
It was a statement, not a question, and nothing in his tone left any doubt.
At length, he begins to pace his cell. Slow and methodical he walks from one wall to the other. No words, just silent pacing.
After a few laps of the cell, he pauses...
Turning towards the woman he smiles. A cold descisive smile.
Plucking the cigaara from his lips he drops it to the floor and crushes it under his heel.
"A lawyer...You have a name?"

She shuttered as she stepped forward into the dark recesses of the chilling cell, the man's gaze fixed on her. She took a seat across from him, bringing her briefcase to rest on her lap as she folded her purse, setting it beside her. Neither of them spoke at first, the everlasting darkness of the room consuming it. She pried open the briefcase, withdrawling a small manilla folder of crisp white papers.

Logris arose to his feet, standing before her like a mooning tower. "That so." there was strength in his phrase, boldness. That was something they would need if they were going to win this case. He had no idea what he was getting myself into, and his overconfidence only made her sigh, ans shake her head in disappointment.

He steadily walked back and fourth through the cell, occasionally looking up at the two guards watching the two of them. Moments later, he paused, took his cigarette from his lips, and droped it to the floor, crushing it under his heel.

"A lawyer... You have a name?"

She nodded her head slowly, looking over a few documents before motioning toward the bench infront of her. "You'd better sit down, Mister Logris. I think you're in deeper than you think you are. My name is Miss Williams, that is all you need to know for right now. I was hired a few weeks ago by Mister Meschi to represent the Somir Family." She paused for a second, overlooking some documents in her hand. "Do you know what you're being charged with?"

He shook his head slightly. She didn't know weither it was an indication that he did, or didn't, so she continued. "Manslaughter, Defiance of Imperial Law, Three counts of Murder, Two counts of agrivated Assault, One count of Assault on an Imperial Officer..." she paused "The list goes on and on, Mister Logris. None of this worries me.... But one charge does. You're being charged with conspiracy to assassinate Regent Daemon Hyfe." She folded the crisp white document in her well manacured fingers, handing him a copy to look over. "That's what worries me, Mister Logris. This trial could go to a military court. I've filed an appeal on your behalf, as well as a counter suit which includes wreakless endangerment, assault, vandalism, and tresspassing to name a few, but none of that is going to stand up in court against claims of an attempted assassination of the Regent himself."

Adrena cleared her throat. "Do you have any questions, Mister Logris?"

Cold as ice and twice as smooth, he grins.
Questions were not Brahles strong point. Deduction and calculation were. Stupid and weak minded people asked frivilous questions, and Brahle was neither.
So what, they'd come across a few of his private files. But it was nothing more then a hobby, and he'd already worked out dozens of ways to bump off a number of top ranked officals, the Regent included.
"Do I look like a mark to you?"
This one might fall back to the Family, but there was no way Brahle was going down on some trumped up charges. He'd faced worse on the suspision of murder in the case of... that Senator. The Hutts had managed to get him off, and so would the family. By Jailbreak or by Law, there was no way this would pass.
The lawyers suggestion to sit passed right over his head, and for only a brief moment he considered stringing the woman up by her own intestines for her presumption. But then, that kind of thinking had landed him here.
She couldn't honestly expect him to say anything. She was the lawyer, and she knew she was defending a more then guilty man. So whatever he had to say wouldn't count anyway. If she was half as good as she better be, she'd be on the trail already.
Pausing in his thoughts, Brahle takes a moment to light up a fresh cigarra. One of the few liberties no one would ever strip him of... Not that there was anyone here prepared to remove him of his lighter and smokes. Not if they enjoyed being able to pee standing upright.
This lawyer... This girl.
Smirking, his tone lightens, amused.
"You better take care of this. You're in with the family now. I go down, and sp do you."
He gives a moment to let this sink in before continuing on.
"You better tell me now if you're gunna get me off of this Nerf @#%$ charge... If you can't," He slides a card from his shirt and hands it to her, "Get in touch with this man. He'll know what to do to even the score."
He turns away and moves back to his seat in the corner.
"Anything else? No? Then get out there and get me off. You're doing me no good here, and you're doing the family even less good here."
Placing his back to the wall he slides back down to the ground, pressed into the corner and turns his emotionless eyes towards her.
"...?"

"You better take care of this. You're in with the family now. I go down, and so do you."

She paused, sitting in silence against the cold metallic bench within the cell. She could feel his dissatisfaction, taste his discontent, and see his anxiousness. He was scared... that's all there was to it. A strange, and threatening silence settled over the cell, a silence that Logris had no doubt counted on, to make her think about what she was doing. The silence broke moments later, as quickly as it had settled in. She flicked her hair back, putting the files back into her briefcase.

"You better tell me now if you're gunna get me off of this Nerf @#%$ charge... If you can't," He slid a card from his shirt and handed it to Adrena, "Get in touch with this man. He'll know what to do to even the score."

"I can get you off, Mister Logris. But it is going to take some time. According to my documents, your first court appearance is scheduled in two days."

She slipped the card into her purse, looking at the guards as she did. Should they find out she was a member of the Somir Family, she might just as quickly find herself behind bars. Adrena squinted her eyes in a distasteful manner toward Logris, a warning of sorts not to pull a stunt like that again.

Thank god for sound proof cells...

"It's been a rare privilege, Mister Logris. I'll see you in two days."

On that note, she tapped on the thick glass at the door, two Imperial Guards releasing her. She looked back, but only for a moment, a faint sigh escaping her lips. Moments later, she found herself back in the main lobby, pulling the card out of her purse. She looked around cautiously, pushing the card deeper into the dark recesses of her purse as she walked toward a public comlink. She picked it up, dialing the number franticly.

"Yeah?" a voice on the other line snapped.

"Hello, my name is Adrena Williams, I'm an attorney representing the Somir family." Her words were silent, and professional, so-as not to attract attention. "So, what do you want?" the voice snapped again.

"I was told to contact you by Mister Logris."

"He in jail?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's another matter. What can I do for you Adrian Wilkins?"

"My name is Adrena Williams."

"......"

"Anyway, I need some evidence destroyed." she spoke in a faint whisper at this point, keeping a keen eye on passing strangers. "If you know Logris you know that he's probably in a mess of trouble. In the Imperial Criminal archives."

"How much?"

"As much as you can."

"It's gonna cost you twenty thousand credits."

"What?!" she blurted, grabbing her mouth as a few people looked up from there work. "I don't have that kind of money..." Adrena replied, her voice returning to a whisper. "I'll do it lady, but I better get my money." his voice remained unchanged throughout the entire conversation. "I'll talk to the boss." she replied quickly. "Good."

The comlink clicked in severance, and she quickly returned it to it's holding place, picked up her briefcase, and continued out the doors.

Hours later, a taxi appeared outside of Somir Plaza. She stepped out after paying the Twi-Lek driver, and continued, her heels clicking against the pavement, and later the floor and elevator. Adrena walked quickly, for she had little time to spare, and as she reached the top floor, she realized exactly what she was doing...

The Boss...

He was a man to be feared. A man to be respected, and a man to be regarded in the highest honor. She paused, but only briefly outside of the massive doors, guarded by two well dressed man, one of which looked fimiliar. She couldn't make him put, but he looked like Mister Meschi.

She stepped forward in silence, her knees shaking with nervousness, and her face flushed and pale. The Boss Himself. She'd never met him personally.

What are you doing, Adrena? What the hell are you doing? You're going to meet the boss for the first time to ask for twenty thousand credits? He's going to kill you... He's going to dump your body in an alley, and then he is going to leave you for the Rats. There was no time for thought.

"I need to see the Boss."