Allya was a strange bird in the Dauntless. A Sith Mandalorian, whose classification was Jedi Hunter. She has spent her entire life learning to hunt down the most dangerous of prey, she knew it in and out, how to corner a force user, how to corner massive monsters, pretty much anything. However, she ran away from the Knights Obsidian. There is no other way to put it. She forced distance between herself, and her family who ran most of the CIS. Her administrative abilities had been honed by [member="Darth Tacitus"] himself, as he taught her efficiency, how to run a planet, how to run a military, and to do everything that needed to be done. He was one of the first to see her mind and how it worked, and he honed it to a fine edge. She brought this to the Dauntless. At fifteen, Allya oversaw almost all administrative work. Luna was brilliant in combat, beautiful, strong, cunning, and a powerful leader, but frankly, she couldn't run the day to day to save her life. Allya could, with frightening efficiency. It's why the CIS had tapped her to oversee the entirety of this new foolish border patrol scheme that had cooked up.
Fun fact, every ship in the Dauntless fleet, from the large Destroyers, to these smaller more mobile Frigates were designed with the same base layout. The reason for this was two fold, and both caused by the same singular feature. See, Luna, when off the clock, was very ditzy, she tended to get lost very easily, and Allya herself liked consistency, it made her feel more at ease. So, when Allya and Luna designed the Hellspars and the Angelic Fury, they put in the same basic floor plan. Allya and Luna's rooms were close by, the same identical shape and size and layout regardless of which ship they were on, always the same distance from the medbay, the hangers and bridge (Well, more the same ratio of distance, when you took into account bigger and smaller sizes). Luna had a wonderful commanders quarters. Allya however, had given herself nothing more than a glorified broom closet, she always made sure the Captain of the ship had a larger room than she. It helped stop issues. But more importantly it helped remind her she wasn't Home. Her house was another Starship, it was easy to forget where she was. The tiny size of the room reminded her. The room was mostly a bed, with an armor and weapons rack, and a workbench. Oh and a small private refresher. It helped, it really helped.
She took the white Mandalorian helmet from the rack, and placed it over her head. Work was done for now, and Luna had commanded her to go socialize. Allya had trouble with that. She was a teenager on a ship full of adults, and frankly, one of the only force users. No one else felt what she felt, or saw what she saw. She did her job efficiently, she followed orders, she kept everything going, she made sure Luna had all the alcohol on the ships she wanted, and that each division had all the right equipment and so much more. What she didn't do, was open up much. She never appeared without her armor and helmet on.
Her helmet was soon latched onto place, and she nodded. Weapons were ready, armor was ready, she booted up the systems. She hated it. True, she had a very close relationship with a large number of the clones. They were her friends. They protected her, and she them. Their relationship starts back on Kamino. She is one of the first faces they all got to know, as her studies frequently take her there, and her position in the Dauntless also has her overseeing their training, and creation. Her own Corporal, Crash, was like an older brother. Faithful and true. But, the Commandos themselves? Oh they scared her on a personal level. Sure she could outfight most of them, sure she could out think most of them. But it was also true, that most of them were double her age! Many had children her age!
Oh she loved Luna, that woman was a legend in Allya's eyes. She would do anything for her. But she could tell, that as much as Luna trusted her, the age issue got to her too. As did the fact that Allya knew about all the teddy bears that were in Luna's room. Because Allya was the one who designed the hidey hole for them, if Luna ever wanted some....company. Allya couldn't figure it out. She could run everything perfectly, she could control the fleets, run logistics, do all the paperwork, balance the laws, make it so Luna avoided endless meetings, and still, she was just the kid.
As Allya walked out of her broom closet, her mind wandered. It went to Jerek. He was on Kashyyk at the moment, being trained by the Jedi. She missed him, she snuck off to visit as much as she could, and even was trained a bit by them herself. It was a good way to learn control and focus. Still, she needed a true Dark Side Master, that wasn't someone like Adron who valued only his own agenda. Her uncle was amazing, and an ass. A big, glorified ass. His own interests were always first, and his apprentices were nothing more than tools to get it. Same with her father. Srina was cold, but she could do it objectively. But, Srina was also obsessed with the Sith ideals which Allya had trouble coming to terms with lately. Jerek had shown her far to much of the galaxy, and what it could hold, for her to bother wanting to be a god.
Maybe Lord Voph. He was a powerful force user, but she felt a kindred spirit in him. Someone who questioned the Sith ways, was still dark, and longed to protect things. She would try, what did she have to lose? Well, her life when dealing with Sith, but that was literally her every day walking. It's one of the reasons she joined the Dauntless in the first place. She wanted to get away from Sith Politics.
The white beskar'garmed girl entered the bridge, to check on things before she headed to the mess hall, her mind still in a haze. However, at this close, there was very little that could disguise that presence. Head came up, and she walked over to one of the new recruits. “Kahlil? Is that you? What brings you here? Did you join up with the Dauntless?” The girl's voice was confused, but happy. This man was perhaps one of the closer beings in the universe to her. Someone who grasped the very confused core of what it meant to be the child of one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy, and everything that went with it.
[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]
[member="Kelsie Sylvan"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]