The submersible deftly moved through the depths in the experienced hands of the Pantoran pilot. Unlike space where debris floated away forever after something acted upon it, things in the ocean settled or floated. The rocky outcroppings formed a sort of canyon on the seabed with Dac City glowing distantly behind them. Seaweed, tall as a wookie, flowed back and forth in the water, as if being pushed by a breeze. “Confirmed,” the Lieutenant replied in a voice empty of all humanity.
Professional silence pressed down on the two Rangers more than the pressure of the depths did. Lieutenant Velt sat with tense shoulders, practically flexed, as the sensor suite before him pinged every few moments in a scanning search for their objective. A handful of bubbles glided up the transparisteel window. Corran finally sighed heavily, as if shrugging off a weighted vest from his back. “A few people have said, huh?” His voice was quiet and young. Much different than the rigid officer.
The blond man slowly swiveled in his chair to face forward to the bow of the shuttle, but angled slightly towards Ranger Asuchi. Tiny hints of blue glinted through the grey overcast eyes. “Rylee…” Her commanding officer began, using her name casually on a mission for the first time, “The mother of my child left me for someone else. A Jedi, I think.” He laid his arm on the console, as if bracing himself to stop from crumbling entirely.
His eyes searched the profile of the Pantoran woman. A reaction of some kind, if any. That didn’t matter. New pains couldn’t overcome the constant torment he’d been living in since the worst week of his life. At the bottom of the clean on the Outer Rim, who would hear his truth anyway?
“Then I was given orders from the Chief to apprehend and contain a Sith Lord. A high-ranking one. The leader of an entity the whole galaxy is at war with.” Corran clenched his fist tightly. Knuckles turned white. Then he loosened his grip, sorrow drowning anger swiftly. “I’ve focused on my work to get by. Hells, I got drunk the other night off duty. First time in… forever,” the blond man said with a dry rasp. He swallowed softly and shook his head. “That’s all.”
@Bex
Professional silence pressed down on the two Rangers more than the pressure of the depths did. Lieutenant Velt sat with tense shoulders, practically flexed, as the sensor suite before him pinged every few moments in a scanning search for their objective. A handful of bubbles glided up the transparisteel window. Corran finally sighed heavily, as if shrugging off a weighted vest from his back. “A few people have said, huh?” His voice was quiet and young. Much different than the rigid officer.
The blond man slowly swiveled in his chair to face forward to the bow of the shuttle, but angled slightly towards Ranger Asuchi. Tiny hints of blue glinted through the grey overcast eyes. “Rylee…” Her commanding officer began, using her name casually on a mission for the first time, “The mother of my child left me for someone else. A Jedi, I think.” He laid his arm on the console, as if bracing himself to stop from crumbling entirely.
His eyes searched the profile of the Pantoran woman. A reaction of some kind, if any. That didn’t matter. New pains couldn’t overcome the constant torment he’d been living in since the worst week of his life. At the bottom of the clean on the Outer Rim, who would hear his truth anyway?
“Then I was given orders from the Chief to apprehend and contain a Sith Lord. A high-ranking one. The leader of an entity the whole galaxy is at war with.” Corran clenched his fist tightly. Knuckles turned white. Then he loosened his grip, sorrow drowning anger swiftly. “I’ve focused on my work to get by. Hells, I got drunk the other night off duty. First time in… forever,” the blond man said with a dry rasp. He swallowed softly and shook his head. “That’s all.”
@Bex