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Another pang of shame made Rylee's stomach wrench when Corran mentioned her past actions and the inevitability of his disappointment. Though he told her not to worry, the Pantoran still did. She did not want to lose his respect and the only comfort she could find in that moment came when he...

When she heard the bearded ranger utter her name, her first name no less, her golden eyes darted to look at him, but in the split second it took him to finish his sentence, the Pantoran had stopped piloting the craft. The submersible slowed to a stop. The lights remained on, there was no...

The lieutenant's response to her fairly innocuous question seemed distinctly guarded. It was to be expected. Lt. Velt had been like this for a little while now and she had born the brunt of it in that meeting room on the Lighthouse. It was plain to see that he did not wish to talk, despite...

Rylee acknowledged Lt. Velt's update regarding their proximity to the eel nests. She had been quite happily piloting the submersible as her human colleague had been busying himself with the duties of a co-pilot, handling the docking bay controls and monitoring the navigation console. There was a...

The Pantoran did not exactly get any answers from Ranger Clane about directions, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She went straight to the man with the makeshift splint on his leg, helping him up so that he could use Rylee as a crutch whilst he hopped on his good leg. The...

Having successfully bashed the last infected's head in, Rylee was given some advice from her superior officer. Looking down at her blood stained right leg, her eyes met the lieutenant's. "Oh, sorry, I just had to get that out of my system... sooner them than me, right?" she said a little...

Rylee waited for her senior officer to emerge from the changing room. The Pantoran had an interest in fashion and in her off time would check the holonet for the latest fashions, or if she was lucky enough to be stationed on a planet with good stores she would visit them and see what they had to...

Lt. Velt remained even-handed in his assessment of Chief Deld where the rookie ranger was skeptical and critical. It showed the difference in their experience in the line of work and maybe some day Rylee would learn this trait. Of course, there was always a chance she wouldn't, and coming from a...

Bast had managed to divert some of the attention from the infected towards her. Two of the undead beings were focused on the lieutenant now, but this left the four that were ravenously clawing and biting away at Rylee. The trooper armour she had borrowed from the Lighthouse armory was doing a...

Rylee had sat herself down opposite her colleague, making it easier for the pair to speak with each other. Their tram was eerily empty, leaving the pair largely alone with each other. It gave them an opportunity, now they were away from Chief Deld, to discuss what they really thought about these...

At Kaz's muttered comment about her portrayal of a slaver, the Pantoran had smirked. As fun as it was to pull Ranger Tran's leg by playing the role, the truth was that she hated slavers more than most of the villainous scum in the galaxy. She was not smirking the second they walked through the...

Watching the scene unfold on the monitors made the Pantoran feel helpless. She was not the type to sit and watch as her colleagues were in need of help. Rylee was unaware of the injury to Lt. Velt until she saw Kaz pulling out a stim shot and jabbing him with it. He had then patched him up with...

Rylee did not immediately answer the lieutenant's question. The former soldier had already readied her next shot on the nearest infected Utai. This time her shot struck her target as intended. The blaster bolt collided with the undead being's head, frying a hole right through it. The deceased...

The link between the eels nesting grounds and the original site of the disappearances was too convenient to just be a coincidence, as far as Rylee was concerned. It seemed to her that whoever was behind the disappearances had started out small, picking off people the locals would not take any...

Rylee leaned back in her chair, listening to Chief Deld's explanation of the two cases. It was a good thing that Lt. Velt pressed him on information regarding the disappearances because otherwise it seemed almost as if the Mon Calamari was going to just brush the subject under a rug. She nodded...

The Pantoran had only made it part way up the corridor when Kaz told her to stay where she was. She stopped in her tracks and barked down their secure channel. "You had better know what you're doing Tran" she spat. Rylee could not see what use she was staying in the terminal room when the...

"Sure do! I love everything about flying. Have done since I was a little girl. Fighter pilots were always my heroes growing up" was Rylee's response to the lieutenant. She gave him a kind smile before continuing, "I had no idea you were so interested in swimming. I'll have to remember that."...

Even with Lt. Emblai extending a hand, it was a bit much to ask that the Corellian hoist Rylee up with one arm, dressed in full trooper armor. The Pantoran scanned the immediate area to see if there was anything small enough, but sturdy enough to push into position and give Rylee the height to...

"Oh psh, you're just jealous. What reason do I need to be subtle? If you've got it, flaunt it" was the response from the Pantoran to her senior officer. Her demeanor was much more familiar, more normal, than in their recent meeting aboard the Lighthouse. Ever since the lieutenant had revealed...

Over the glass walkway, various ships could be see flying in and out of the Dac City spaceport. They were all shapes and sizes, ranging from starfighters to freighters and sometimes much, much larger starships. Lt. Velt would have been able to leisurely watch them all floating through the sky...