Sector Rangers were, as their name suggested, responsible for operating as law enforcement in an assigned area of space. Roland had considered asking for Sector One. Anaxes was at the center and the Azure sector offered its perks to a Captain compared to others. It was fairly manageable considering how similar it was to numerous other systems Roland had policed. However, the politics of the Core were not of any interest to the Mandalorian. Most rangers these days were already operating as special enforcement officers and after the attacks on Coruscant he needed to move on the Sith and in a way that was better than what had come before in recent years.
The Kessel Run, the Five Syndicates, they were a main backer and supporter of the Sith Order. While Roland had his own bone to pick with the Crimson Dawn and their affiliates he was hoping to retain his authority and influence outside of the Free World Alliance. The problem existed outside of their borders and without making changes beyond the FWA they wouldn’t have any lasting peace.
Chief Hudson had been occupied with a fair amount of work. Roland wasn't as bothered by it as other rangers were. There was never a shortage of work. When asked he just shrugged. But maybe it was all chocked up to his independence. Mandalorians didn't need a Mand'alor. Especially when one lived the way of the Mandalore He didn't need a boss to tell him what to do and when to do it. But not everyone was the same way. These were dangerous and confusing times that could influence the best of them in the worst of ways.
Roland had read the reports and quickly found himself skimming and satisfaction eluding him. There were no real defining results from the medical reports done under Chief Douglas's instruction for Lieutenant Aran in the wake of Sullust. Even if he hadn't cared for the Jedi's methods he was still glad to have the woman back from the Sith's clutches. That was, until Master Grayza visited.
In his own experiences, Roland had found himself troubled by dark invasions of the mind. The man would have had a different opinion a a few years ago. But now he knew better.
The Captain walked down the halls of the secure hotel. A hiss preceded the Captain's slightly muffled voice. The door of the private room opened to reveal the armored Mandalorian with his badge clearly on his belt. "Lieutenant..." He said to announce himself, adding a knock on the door frame. A box was under his left arm with a datapad loosely held in the accompanying hand. He wasn't sure how to start things off with the woman. "...um...it's...Captain Rook." He knew she had undergone an unimaginable trauma. "How are you feeling?"
In the doorway his cloak settled after the exchange of air pressure. Inside the room was more comfortable than most hospital rooms though far more guarded. His armor had dulled in the years since he had first met the woman but had been repaired and replaced. Trys looked different than she had as well. How much of you did they shed? Roland thought and was glad for having the helmet over his head not for the first time.
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