Senator Soygun York's office was imbedded deep within the towering edifice of an office building across the street from the Senate. The skyscraper practically shared a courtyard with its more public and prestigious neighbor. Despite the morning being sunny and clear of clouds, Lieutenant Velt couldn't shake the feeling that a shadow was cast over him. In his hand was a datapad containing their orders and all the court documents and subpoenas any law enforcement officer could need for an investigation. Having the Prime Minister of the Free Worlds Alliance at least distantly connected to the case helped. Two blasters, holstered and secure, hung from the blond ranger's hips as a means of defense. He always carried ever since the fall of Sector Ranger headquarters. Corran was dressed in more than his usual exactness. His jacket was secured up the collar, shirt tucked in finely to his pants, and pant-legs finely pressed and tucked into his polished boots. Not a crease in sight. He looked more cadet than Sector Ranger. Only his blond hair remained rebellious, despite immense efforts to tame it today.
All this effort was an attempt to prepare for possibly the most auspicious moment of his career. Meeting Lieutenant Trys Aran. The Sith Hunter. A living legend among mortals. Even capable of coming back from the dead. When the order came down that he would be working with his long-time hero, Corran was both elated and fearful. He didn't even know she had returned. What was she like? What had happened to her? Would she think the blond ranger was incompetent? What if he was incompetent? Could she teach him all the things that made her invincible? All this internal fretting unintentionally helped pass the time. He had arrived much earlier to be ready to greet Trys.
So, Corran would wait outside the lobby of the tall office tower, glancing through the notes and information on his datapad absentmindedly. Blue eyes would occasionally glance upward. He didn't want to be caught off-guard when she arrived. In fact, when Trys did arrive within a socially appropriate distance, Lieutenant Velt would snap a rigid salute and say, "Lieutenant Aran. It is a pleasure to work with you, ma'am." The salute was probably unnecessary considering they were off the same rank. But he didn't think they were the same. She was better. The best, even. But anything short of that disciplined greeting would have been a muddled, bashful 'hello' that might as well have asked for an autograph. It wasn't the time for such things. They had evidence to collect.
@Sreeya
All this effort was an attempt to prepare for possibly the most auspicious moment of his career. Meeting Lieutenant Trys Aran. The Sith Hunter. A living legend among mortals. Even capable of coming back from the dead. When the order came down that he would be working with his long-time hero, Corran was both elated and fearful. He didn't even know she had returned. What was she like? What had happened to her? Would she think the blond ranger was incompetent? What if he was incompetent? Could she teach him all the things that made her invincible? All this internal fretting unintentionally helped pass the time. He had arrived much earlier to be ready to greet Trys.
So, Corran would wait outside the lobby of the tall office tower, glancing through the notes and information on his datapad absentmindedly. Blue eyes would occasionally glance upward. He didn't want to be caught off-guard when she arrived. In fact, when Trys did arrive within a socially appropriate distance, Lieutenant Velt would snap a rigid salute and say, "Lieutenant Aran. It is a pleasure to work with you, ma'am." The salute was probably unnecessary considering they were off the same rank. But he didn't think they were the same. She was better. The best, even. But anything short of that disciplined greeting would have been a muddled, bashful 'hello' that might as well have asked for an autograph. It wasn't the time for such things. They had evidence to collect.
@Sreeya