It was midafternoon at the Sector Ranger HQ on Coruscant, and Amos McCord had just misplaced his teacup. Small problem. He’d moved into his new office just a couple days ago and already it had gotten away from him. Half-empty moving boxes were haphazardly arranged along the outskirts of the room, jostling for space along with a desk and a couple of chairs; a tired office chair for Amos and a faded mauve recliner for guests.
This office was actually larger than the one he’d previously occupied on Outpost Blue, meaning that when he finished unpacking the office would be quite comfortable indeed… if he finished unpacking. Finding homes for his few personal items was quite low on his list of priorities, a list that now included making a new cup of tea. Fortunately, that was a simple task. The one uncluttered area was the tea station on the left side of the office as you entered, the counter boasting a variety of teas from around the galaxy and a small army of mugs.
Two minutes later, Amos had a fresh mug of tea in one hand and a personnel file in the other. He’d read through it before, but it never hurt to refresh one’s memory. He had a meeting in five minutes with a Ranger by the name of Kanan Marek. Kanan was a veteran of several missions, having seen action on Serenno, Kronwest, Naboo, and most recently, Felucia. He’d served with distinction, but there was cause for concern; the kind of concern that got you a meeting with Amos McCord.
Amos had read every report available on the battle and had even visited the planet himself to inspect the aftermath; although soldier testimonies often failed to accurately capture the true nature of these kind of conflicts, all signs pointed to Felucia having been one of the hardest-fought battles in years. Particularly concerning were the results of the recent psychic exam that Kanan had taken. The Rangers randomly and regularly tested their people, and Kanan’s score had hardly improved at all in the weeks following Felucia; a marked contrast even compared to the displaced AT-TE crew standing right next to Kanan during the worst of the fighting.
Kanan was struggling, and it was Amos' job to figure out why.
@llamallove
This office was actually larger than the one he’d previously occupied on Outpost Blue, meaning that when he finished unpacking the office would be quite comfortable indeed… if he finished unpacking. Finding homes for his few personal items was quite low on his list of priorities, a list that now included making a new cup of tea. Fortunately, that was a simple task. The one uncluttered area was the tea station on the left side of the office as you entered, the counter boasting a variety of teas from around the galaxy and a small army of mugs.
Two minutes later, Amos had a fresh mug of tea in one hand and a personnel file in the other. He’d read through it before, but it never hurt to refresh one’s memory. He had a meeting in five minutes with a Ranger by the name of Kanan Marek. Kanan was a veteran of several missions, having seen action on Serenno, Kronwest, Naboo, and most recently, Felucia. He’d served with distinction, but there was cause for concern; the kind of concern that got you a meeting with Amos McCord.
Amos had read every report available on the battle and had even visited the planet himself to inspect the aftermath; although soldier testimonies often failed to accurately capture the true nature of these kind of conflicts, all signs pointed to Felucia having been one of the hardest-fought battles in years. Particularly concerning were the results of the recent psychic exam that Kanan had taken. The Rangers randomly and regularly tested their people, and Kanan’s score had hardly improved at all in the weeks following Felucia; a marked contrast even compared to the displaced AT-TE crew standing right next to Kanan during the worst of the fighting.
Kanan was struggling, and it was Amos' job to figure out why.
@llamallove