Aboard the Sector Ranger Mobile Headquarters ship Lighthouse
Meeting Room 02, 1900 Hours Shipboard Standard Time
Meeting Room 02, 1900 Hours Shipboard Standard Time
Lieutenant Velt had sent a request to meet to her personal terminal earlier in the week. Something to make it not look urgent. To the recipient, nothing would seem out of the ordinary. As mentor and fresh recruit, they met often. To study laws, regulations, and codes of conduct. Practice non-lethal take-downs, blaster drills, and investigative thought-exercises. An extra hour slated into her schedule could have been anything. Corran had called it for something of much more consequence.
Meeting Room 02 was one of many such rooms aboard the Lighthouse. It was not an interrogation room or a jail cell. Designed to accommodate everything from interviews to professional, private, discussions, the rooms held a single table with four chairs around it. In the middle of the table were various connections for datapads. Two such devices sat side-by-side on the side of the table where Corran stood. There was only one doorway in or out. Everything else about the room was grey and steel - a testament to the ad-hoc structure of a ship made for war but utilized now for administration and policing.
For his part, the blond ranger had styled himself in the usual rigid style. His jacket was secured up the collar. Undershirt tucked into practical pants that they themselves were tucked into polished boots. A close-cropped beard adorned his face. Eyes once sky-blue were overcast to a dull grey. Only small flicks of blue dotted here and there; impossible to witness unless up-close. Here he stood, on the side of the table with his back to the door, awaiting the arrival of someone he had gone great lengths to recruit. They had much to discuss.
@Bex