Searing eyes greeted the news with the intensity of turbolasers. Normally a ferocious glare followed by an intense curse would have given Corran pause. Having dulled, suppressed feelings allowed him to receive the Death Star-like reaction with only a mild twitch of an eyebrow. Not out of fear or shock, but amusement. Her blunt, crass way of expression was admittedly... a little endearing. Having her along for the 'interrogation' would make things go smoother anyway. Or rougher. Her frustration was palpable from here.
As Nara packed up her things, Corran also grabbed what little stuff he brought with him. Taking up the datapad connected to the holoscreen, he unplugged it from the connector table, but then paused before reconnecting it again. The news article, the organized, color-coded timeline, and the three profiles of the 'trio' all went away. What replaced them was a new profile with no picture. It contained scant information such as guest code, location of visit, and date of entry. The first and last name section read Nara Allam. A few taps on the device began erasing all the data until the profile vanished entirely. "There. It's like you were never here," he said with a glance to the former Jedi. The official reason for deleting that info before it could be stored was because Nara wasn't under investigation. Keeping her information was an encroachment on her privacy. The unofficial reason... well... secrets didn't make friends, but they did keep them.
Lieutenant Velt tucked the datapad inside his jacket as he walked by Nara, giving two-fingered gesture for her to follow. "I'll drive. Who knows, Drastus might use his one comm-call to give you a ring along the way." Was that... a joke?
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Coruscant Ranger Station, Level 1
The drive to the surface level Ranger station was uneventful. Mostly because Corran drove obeying all the rules of the skyway and didn't go over the speed limit even a little. Traffic was lighter than usual and the pair arrived only half an hour later. The lieutenant didn't even need to introduce himself as the officer at the front desk immediately recognized him. A simple nod was all that was required to give Nara permission to enter the facility without signing in. They were not escorted back to the temporary cells that contained criminals during their processing but instead to a room much closer to the front of the building. The drunk tank. Not an entirely barren hold but certainly one used to let folks cool off before being released.
The attendant officer was about to swipe a keycard to open the cell, but Velt raised a palm to stop him. He turned to say something to the woman who accompanied him, hesitated, then closed his mouth and motioned the guard to proceed. There was really no point in discussing how they would question the Padawan sealed within. It was always going to be Good Cop, Bad Cop, and their roles were decided as soon as the commlink chimed.
With a mechanical shhhhhh, the door slid open and Corran entered the room first. He took up a position immediately to the right of the door and rested one hand on his hip. The drunk tank itself had grey walls with metal benches on either side. A single toilet towards for anyone kept here to use. The floor was an elderly, dark green with a single drain in the center. "Padawan Drastus Drahr," the blond, bearded man said slowly, "I'm Lieutenant Corran Velt and I believe you owe me quite a few answers."
@Charndley @Rhogar
As Nara packed up her things, Corran also grabbed what little stuff he brought with him. Taking up the datapad connected to the holoscreen, he unplugged it from the connector table, but then paused before reconnecting it again. The news article, the organized, color-coded timeline, and the three profiles of the 'trio' all went away. What replaced them was a new profile with no picture. It contained scant information such as guest code, location of visit, and date of entry. The first and last name section read Nara Allam. A few taps on the device began erasing all the data until the profile vanished entirely. "There. It's like you were never here," he said with a glance to the former Jedi. The official reason for deleting that info before it could be stored was because Nara wasn't under investigation. Keeping her information was an encroachment on her privacy. The unofficial reason... well... secrets didn't make friends, but they did keep them.
Lieutenant Velt tucked the datapad inside his jacket as he walked by Nara, giving two-fingered gesture for her to follow. "I'll drive. Who knows, Drastus might use his one comm-call to give you a ring along the way." Was that... a joke?
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Coruscant Ranger Station, Level 1
The drive to the surface level Ranger station was uneventful. Mostly because Corran drove obeying all the rules of the skyway and didn't go over the speed limit even a little. Traffic was lighter than usual and the pair arrived only half an hour later. The lieutenant didn't even need to introduce himself as the officer at the front desk immediately recognized him. A simple nod was all that was required to give Nara permission to enter the facility without signing in. They were not escorted back to the temporary cells that contained criminals during their processing but instead to a room much closer to the front of the building. The drunk tank. Not an entirely barren hold but certainly one used to let folks cool off before being released.
The attendant officer was about to swipe a keycard to open the cell, but Velt raised a palm to stop him. He turned to say something to the woman who accompanied him, hesitated, then closed his mouth and motioned the guard to proceed. There was really no point in discussing how they would question the Padawan sealed within. It was always going to be Good Cop, Bad Cop, and their roles were decided as soon as the commlink chimed.
With a mechanical shhhhhh, the door slid open and Corran entered the room first. He took up a position immediately to the right of the door and rested one hand on his hip. The drunk tank itself had grey walls with metal benches on either side. A single toilet towards for anyone kept here to use. The floor was an elderly, dark green with a single drain in the center. "Padawan Drastus Drahr," the blond, bearded man said slowly, "I'm Lieutenant Corran Velt and I believe you owe me quite a few answers."
@Charndley @Rhogar