Working on Coruscant was usually a pleasure for Lorcan.
He knew parts of Coruscant like the back of his hand and he knew the people who lived there, schemed there and those who just existed there. Lorcan also knew that anyone who claimed to know all of Coruscant was a liar. The planet was a city on top of several hundred different layers of cities and each layer was different from the last in a myriad of ways.
So he knew quite a bit of Coruscant but there were always things to learn.
Like how one of his previous informants from back in his days as a cop had managed to find himself some kind of safehouse near the very lower levels of the old Jedi Temple, the one that got destroyed during the rise of the Empire. Lorcan would have been all gung-ho about going in alone if it weren't for that location; he didn't know a damned thing about the area so he'd asked for a partner from the rangers who knew something about Jedi.
Command had responded by giving him an almost literally karking baby as a partner.
She was so green she might as well glowed in the dark like some of the battery mushrooms you could grow this far down from the surface layers of the city. Sat in the speeder he had taken from the impound lot to make getting to their destination easier, he eyed her sideways for a moment.
"Alright Rook, I'll bite." he declared with a deep frown, "I ask for someone who knows some shite about Jedi and they saddle me with you. Now we're on our way to play twenty questions with a dick-holster named Toegin so I really don't want to have to ask anything more than this; why you?"
@GABA