Terminus was a long ways out there. So far out that the only authority would be local, which there wasn't much, and Sector Rangers. No FWA or New Republic arm could reach that far out into the rim. Not yet, anyway. This operation would unquestionably fall under Sector Ranger jurisdiction. Corran would help just about anyone take down a Hutt Cartel operation anywhere in the galaxy. They were publicly-known gangsters and those slugs practically gorged themselves on that fact. The strike wasn't the hold-up. It was what came after.
Lorcan aptly spelled it out. Whatever evidence remained after the operation would be confiscated for logging and recording of evidence but also to break up organized crime bases. What good would it do to arrest a whole load of people in a spice den but leave the drug haven intact? The young ranger leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his hand with a thumb stroking along the ridge of his jaw in contemplation. Normally this type of conundrum would be sent up the chain of command back at headquarters. Headquarters was a charred husk now. Officers above him were dead, in the hospital like Chief Hudson, or scattered into disorganized chaos in the aftermath. It would fall on his shoulders to make the right call and stand by it afterward.
Sky-blue eyes glanced between the doctor and the private contractor. A tight-rope between duty, trust, and friendship. After a clear time in thought, Corran sat up again and nodded to Doctor Morata. "I can commit the Sector Rangers to support the Morata Corporation in this instance. We appreciate you sharing your intel with us." That was a diplomatic way of saying their cooperation was above-board. The blond ranger had worked alongside corporate entities before as long as they had some risk and input. Sector Rangers helped responsible citizens and organizations - they weren't attack dogs of private enterprise.
Now came the hard part. "In the case of the laboratory," Corran began slowly, looking more directly at Ilana with an air of professionalism, "The Sector Rangers can leave the property in your possession. However, if we do discover large quantities of this virus or other biological contaminants, they must processed as evidence and then destroyed." He paused for a moment and appended his statement. "Except for research samples. The Sector Rangers would appreciate Morata Corporation's cooperation in allowing our personnel onto company property where this research is being conducted to review security measures and no commercial reproduction of the Hutt virus or biological contaminants are underway." A compromise. The Rangers had no use for some abandoned lab at the literal edge of the galaxy. This virus couldn't simply be ignored either. Corran would have to rely on Ilana and her company to research, hopefully, a cure and prevent the worst of it from falling into the wrong hands. That's where Ranger oversight came in. They'd be free to check on the on-goings there if they were going to participate in this operation. The young man stared at Ilana for a moment longer before blinking and leaning back. He suspected a direct line to the CEO didn't hurt either.
"Is this acceptable, Doctor?"
@Killa Ree @Nefieslab
Lorcan aptly spelled it out. Whatever evidence remained after the operation would be confiscated for logging and recording of evidence but also to break up organized crime bases. What good would it do to arrest a whole load of people in a spice den but leave the drug haven intact? The young ranger leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his hand with a thumb stroking along the ridge of his jaw in contemplation. Normally this type of conundrum would be sent up the chain of command back at headquarters. Headquarters was a charred husk now. Officers above him were dead, in the hospital like Chief Hudson, or scattered into disorganized chaos in the aftermath. It would fall on his shoulders to make the right call and stand by it afterward.
Sky-blue eyes glanced between the doctor and the private contractor. A tight-rope between duty, trust, and friendship. After a clear time in thought, Corran sat up again and nodded to Doctor Morata. "I can commit the Sector Rangers to support the Morata Corporation in this instance. We appreciate you sharing your intel with us." That was a diplomatic way of saying their cooperation was above-board. The blond ranger had worked alongside corporate entities before as long as they had some risk and input. Sector Rangers helped responsible citizens and organizations - they weren't attack dogs of private enterprise.
Now came the hard part. "In the case of the laboratory," Corran began slowly, looking more directly at Ilana with an air of professionalism, "The Sector Rangers can leave the property in your possession. However, if we do discover large quantities of this virus or other biological contaminants, they must processed as evidence and then destroyed." He paused for a moment and appended his statement. "Except for research samples. The Sector Rangers would appreciate Morata Corporation's cooperation in allowing our personnel onto company property where this research is being conducted to review security measures and no commercial reproduction of the Hutt virus or biological contaminants are underway." A compromise. The Rangers had no use for some abandoned lab at the literal edge of the galaxy. This virus couldn't simply be ignored either. Corran would have to rely on Ilana and her company to research, hopefully, a cure and prevent the worst of it from falling into the wrong hands. That's where Ranger oversight came in. They'd be free to check on the on-goings there if they were going to participate in this operation. The young man stared at Ilana for a moment longer before blinking and leaning back. He suspected a direct line to the CEO didn't hurt either.
"Is this acceptable, Doctor?"
@Killa Ree @Nefieslab
