Coruscant Sub-Level 616, Former Ranger Station
No light shown through the closed blinds in the briefing room where Corran stood, leaning against a table, arms folded and legs crossed at the ankles. Even though it was daytime, sub-levels rarely got natural light and so everything had an early evening or nightfall atmosphere. He was dressed in practical pants, tucked into dark boots. A jacket, opened up, hung over a white T-shirt that itself was tucked into his belted waist. While his attire spoke of the cadet-like Sector Ranger, his stance and features were anything but. Lieutenant Velt now sported a close-cropped blond beard. His eyes, once a bright sky-blue, full of youth and life, were now an overcast grey. If one looked close enough, they'd see only tiny flicks of blue peeking through the clouds. Even his broad, rounded shoulders slouched.
The room itself had several chairs around a long rectangular table. At the front of the room on the wall was a massive screen. It was an interactive holo-board where a touch could move data around, connect it to other screens or points of interest, and keep it organized (in theory). Sometimes the lines became overlapping and long between suspects, evidence, and motive. At least the data could all be uploaded and downloaded to a datapad. For this particular case, Corran had already attached his datapad to the screen. Three profiles of Drastus, Xian, and Lani Tallis sat on the right side stacked atop of one another like sabaac cards and a timeline of events on the left side. The middle laid bare.
For now, all Lieutenant Velt could do was wait. The messenger could have had second-thoughts and skipped town. Not uncommon on Coruscant but he hoped this one wouldn't fall through.
@Charndley
