Sometimes things went south.
Lorcan could accept that because, hey, sometimes it happened. Shite hit the fan and suddenly everything was on fire. He could understand and accept that because it was just how the chips landed sometimes. Hell, some of his most fondly remembered nights started with shite hitting the fan and only ended when the flames had died down and he had made sure he had an alibi. But there was a hell of a difference between some hi-jinks as a teenager and this level of absolute calamity.
And all it had left Lorcan with was more work, a bigger headache and a temper that was already razor's edge thin. So when he had called ahead the people at the temporary office on Corellia had told him to swing on by and he had done. Apparently the Jedi would be joining him shortly and that would be great fun.
Odd that he was the one being outnumbered during an interrogation but he didn't mind it much. He wasn't exactly new to these types of situations so he was just going to play it as normal.
Sat in the interrogation room on one side of the table, there were two chairs set up for the Jedi for when they arrived. In the mean time?
Lorcan was going to have a smoke.
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