Sic transit gloria mundi
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"], @[member="Popo"]
As was agreed Siobhan was there on the space station, along with the shipment - gold, silver, saphires, rubies, diamonds, emerals, all in the agreed amount and neatly stored in containers. As the saying went diamonds were a woman's best friend. At heart Siobhan was a practical woman with little time for that, but it did give her ideas when it came to their upcoming anniversary.
Regardless she stood there still as a statue as she awaited the delegation from the Hutt. Bowing to the fact that officially at least she was no longer a soldier - or even a military commander as she had been in the past - she was dressed in a fine and professional looking black-coloured women's business suit, with pants instead of a skirt though since she still disliked them. Her unignited lightsabre dangled at her side and she carried a disruptor pistol, just in case. Face expressionless she briefly gazed across the assembled Firemane and Eldorai guards, several of the former being battle-hardened Omega Pyre veterans in full combat gear, a few of the latter Angelii, ridiculously beautiful but deadly female Eldorai force warriors whose ornate red armour might look more fitting for a parade, but belied the fact that they were expertly trained in using elemental powers. Of course, should a fight break out - something they would like to avoided - Siobhan was more than adept at meting out a smackdown.
She checked her chronometre, the delegation should soon be here. Despite herself Siobhan felt a stab of nervousness for a moment. Admittedly she was just supervising the exchange, but still. Unlike Tegaea she was a great deal less of a talker and more of a doer. Then she shook it off. The exchange should take place soon.
As was agreed Siobhan was there on the space station, along with the shipment - gold, silver, saphires, rubies, diamonds, emerals, all in the agreed amount and neatly stored in containers. As the saying went diamonds were a woman's best friend. At heart Siobhan was a practical woman with little time for that, but it did give her ideas when it came to their upcoming anniversary.
Regardless she stood there still as a statue as she awaited the delegation from the Hutt. Bowing to the fact that officially at least she was no longer a soldier - or even a military commander as she had been in the past - she was dressed in a fine and professional looking black-coloured women's business suit, with pants instead of a skirt though since she still disliked them. Her unignited lightsabre dangled at her side and she carried a disruptor pistol, just in case. Face expressionless she briefly gazed across the assembled Firemane and Eldorai guards, several of the former being battle-hardened Omega Pyre veterans in full combat gear, a few of the latter Angelii, ridiculously beautiful but deadly female Eldorai force warriors whose ornate red armour might look more fitting for a parade, but belied the fact that they were expertly trained in using elemental powers. Of course, should a fight break out - something they would like to avoided - Siobhan was more than adept at meting out a smackdown.
She checked her chronometre, the delegation should soon be here. Despite herself Siobhan felt a stab of nervousness for a moment. Admittedly she was just supervising the exchange, but still. Unlike Tegaea she was a great deal less of a talker and more of a doer. Then she shook it off. The exchange should take place soon.