"Arsix," I say into my comm back to my ship, "bring the fighter to my position. We're heading back towards CorSec headquarters."
After a few moments, the X-wing lands next to us, and I hop in, "I'll contact you guys once I'm done here and rendezvous with you then."
I take off in the X-wing, leaving my friends behind. I push the the thrusters as fast as legally possible in the airspace towards the CorSec tower. I get clearance from the air traffic controller to land, and settle down on a landing pad extremely close to the control spire.
Before I head out, my comm springs to life, "Huc, you there?"
"Yea, Mission, what's up?" I respond with a smile, knowing she's okay.
"Nothing I...heard about the rancors and wanted to make sure you're okay," she says relieved.
"I'm fine. But Master Skywalker and the others are heading for Coruscant for debriefing. I'm sure he'll want you there. Head to the Dreams and rendezvous with Joren there," I say, passing on the orders from Councilor Organa.
"Okay," she responds. "Be safe. May the Force be with you."
"You too," I respond breaking off the connection.
Hopping out of the cockpit, I dash towards where I know my father would be after something like this. The control spire lift is down, forcing me to trudge up the steps, something I'm not very happy about doing after going toe-to-toe with a rancor.
After a fifteen minute climb, I make it to the top, and find my father along with other senior officers hunched over a holomap, no doubt overlooking the carnage that has just transpired.
As I enter the room, someone ambushes me with a hug, and I turn to find my mother smiling at me, "I'm so glad to see your safe."
"Come on mom...I'm a Jedi," I smile as I approach my father. "Need anything form me, sir?"
"Well, well, if it isn't the rancor hunter," he says with a big smile on his face. "The boys caught the action on the holo. You're gonna be the toast of Corellia, boy. They're gonna name a whiskey after you, I bet."
"Dad, thanks," I smile sheepishly. Glory isn't my cup of tea. "But there's more important things to deal with. Like the rebuilding of the cities. The setting up of refugee camps-"
"Relax, son. We'll deal with that as the time progresses. I've already sent clean up crews throughout the city, and prefabricated shelters are being set up for the homeless," he responds, matter of factly. And then he notices the confused face I'm giving him. He's been high ranking in CorSec for a while, but not high ranking enough to be the one coordinating the clean up, "I've been promoted. Your looking at one of the highest ranking officers in CorSec now, son. Thanks to the Empire. Bastards killed almost half our chain of command."
"We'll make sure this never happens again, dad," I respond with conviction. "I'm sure the Republic will have a plan of attack. We'll find who did this and make sure he stands trial."
"I know you will, son," he responds, tossing me a datapad. "In the mean time, I need you to check out the government section. It was hit pretty hard and we've lost contact with the sector's senate. I want you to make sure their okay."
"Can do, dad," I say, turning back towards my ship.