Dac City, Mon Cala
Denizens of the Core Worlds often spoke disparagingly about the Outer Rim. They envisioned lawless lands and desolate towns inhabited by unwashed, ignorant, impoverished colonists. Places too unclean to go. Why ever go beyond the elegant spires of Coruscant and Corellia? Urbanized paradise at the center of the universe. Those people had never been to Mon Cala. Descending from the clouds revealed an ocean world unlike any other. Deep, clean blue as far as the eye could see. The sun glimmered off the water like a giant mirror, giving everything a look of fantasy. Even the infrastructure visible above the ocean was unique and gorgeous. Unlike the blocky, industrial designs of humans, Mon Calamari shapes were organic and pleasing. As if crafted by nature itself and placed for their use.
The Core had felt like a prison to Corran since the worst weeks of his life in a long time. Darkened, metal shadows blocking out all sun and greenery. He felt himself trapped by their gravity. Pressing down on his chest and pinning him, despite the restless struggle against it. The politics, his work, the fragments of his shattered life. When a request for an investigation came through from Mon Cala, Lieutenant Velt pulled seniority to get it. It was a world he had always wanted to see up close. Only once before, during his tradeship years, had he glimpse this beautiful blue sapphire from orbit.
He had landed on one of the surface-level landing pads at Dac City, made specifically for land-dwellers. The Rangers were to meet a contact there from the Mon Cal police department and they would get a briefing on the case. As much as he felt the urge to work alone recently, protocol demanded Rangers always work in pairs. He hadn't specifically requested anyone as a partner for the mission and left it blank for anyone else to affix their name. Sort of a professional surprise, if nothing else. Lieutenant Velt stood in a glass walkway that connected the landing pads to the elegant, white central spire in the center of the city that contained all the transports down to the subnautic world below. He stared out, hands behind his back, at the ocean waves as they brushed against the structures that held everything aloft. They were mesmerizing in a soothing sort of way. Something to pass the time until his fellow Ranger arrived.
@Bex