ANISON, I-6
Clad in his armor, with his beskad and saber, he felt just about ready for anything. At least, that's the energy he wanted to give off to Ranger Sakas. He hadn't ever worked with a Ranger before, so he wanted to not only prove to them that he could be a good ally, but also make a fine representation of the Jedi. He was no fool, he knew that there were those amongst the Rangers who had misgivings about Force Users, and he couldn't blame them, nor would he hold it against them. As they sat in the cockpit of her ship, he would be looking up schematics for standard Haven-Class stations. He wanted to be somewhat prepared, then the thought of an old crossed path came to mind, an attempted and scraggly looked smuggler, who he assumed was a cop. He hadn't heard from him since Coruscant.
The helmet had been removed so she could see his face and he looked up, datapad resting in his lap as the other hand scratched his chin. "Question, you uhh.. you ever hear of a guy named Corran?" he knew it was a total longshot. What were the odds a Sector Ranger knew some Narc on Coruscant. "Blond, military rigid, probably some narcotics officer on Coruscant. I guess you could say he was objectively cute."
His eyes would flash down towards the datapad as he scrolled through recent reports from the AMS. "So... what if we get there, and it's just loaded with plague riddled monsters? Do we abandon it? Do we cleanse it?"
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