To say that Trys was furious was a gross understatement. She had only heard rumors about it, hadn’t talked to Velt herself, but even that was enough to enrage her. She had been working on some undercover ops in the lower district of Coruscant when she heard the whispers and ramblings about the conditions Velt had been given.
The seasoned Ranger wasted no time in quickly making her way back up towards HQ. She had come into prominence since going on Holonet and her various run ins with the Sith. With Onn, Rook, Coulter and others all gone, she was one of the last remaining vets on the force. She knew her days were numbered, especially as she had been in the Sith crosshairs before. However, she still had a voice, and she hoped to exercise it today.
Trys was pacing back and forth as she waited outside the Chief’s office. She had to temper her anger, knowing that screaming at the man would serve no purpose.