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[corsec_jedi]

The wake for his father was three days ago, and Corran is back at One CorSec Plaza. He sits in his father's old office--one not yet reassigned--rather than at his own desk. In front of him, a dossier on Bossk, and a stack 8 inches high of old cases with his involvement in them

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[nodistresshere]

Iella Wessiri takes a deep breath and then releases it, striding through the division floor, nodding in return to those who greet her. She is a slight woman in her twenties, energetic and athletic, with blonde hair gathered into a loose ponytail. She wears an especially crisp green and black CorSec uniform. She carries the same accoutremonts as all of the other officers--stuncuffs, force baton, commlink, service weapon--along with a surprise or two (like the vibroblade in her boot, which has proved its worth more than once).

She walks smoothly, with purpose and a destination, headed straight for the office that the well-respected, well-known agent Hal Horn used to call his own. She pauses in the open doorway, looking in at the dark-haired man hunched at the desk, and then she raps lightly.

"Corran Horn?"

[corsec_jedi]

He doesn't look up. A ton of agents have dropped in in the last few days--well-wishers, mostly. People his father trained on some counts. People who, ironically, were preventing him from avenging the man they wished to so fondly remember.

So his voice is a little irritated and a little weary when he shoots back mildly, "Who's asking?"

[nodistresshere]

Suspicion confirmed.

Undaunted, Iella takes a step inside the office. "I'm so sorry about your father. We only met a few times, but every time, I came away more and more impressed." She almost smiles, but doesn't quite. "And charmed, to boot."

Iella is a practical woman. She has seen the steady stream of people moving in this direction over the past day and a half or so, and--given the tone--she has a general idea of the younger Horn's reaction to it. She doesn't linger on the condolences, as genuine as they are; she takes several brisk steps forward and offers her hand. "Iella Wessiri."

[corsec_jedi]

He looks up, and is rewarded with a pleasant sight in Iella. "Yeah, I'm sorry, too." He reaches up and shakes her hand, firmly but quickly, and returns his attention to his work. "What can I do for you today, Agent Wessiri?"