A New Dawn For Ascension [Spring Cleaning/Upgrade]

[Aran Finn]

Aboard the Gunray-class Star Destroyer TUS Ascendant, flagship of the Ascension Sector Fleet ...

"Rear Admiral Victus, the Techno Union hired you for your credentials and your impressive resume." Alen Na'Varro's imperially-accented voice echoed through the mostly empty corridors of the ship, his booted footfalls matched by those of another. "Your loyalty is implied in that contract."

The sound of boot meeting durasteel floor stopped suddenly, and there was an unsettling paused. It was as if the two men were staring at each other with intensity; a psychological battle for supremacy taking place in a coffin of silence.

"I feel I need not illustrate what happens when I'm displeased."

"Really, sir, you have nothing to worry about."

"I disagree. You have left previous employers high and dry when things get a little tough, and not just once."

"That's unfair ... that was circumstantial."

"Regardless, take heed of my reputation. Do not forget who you work for."

"Absolutely."

"Good, Admiral. Good." The voice paused again briefly. "Enjoy your shore leave, be prepared to defend Ascension within your mandate as soon as preparations are complete."

Footfalls echoed once again, singly this time, and soon Na'Varro was walking onto the bridge. The bridge was a juxtaposition to the corridors, a bustling hive of activity. Na'Varro himself was at odds with that; an island of calm in a sea of activity. And what was he exactly? Undefined ... light dominated him, but it was unpredictable, unstable. And he was more than ready to play upon the reputation he had gained as a Sith Lord. Processes were expedited that way.

The bearded Master awaited the arrival of [member="Spark Finn"] in a state of alert meditation ... she was going to take ownership of an essential part of the fleet's upgrade. He could take care of the rest himself.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

The Flying Nuna hovered on the edge of the Star Destroyer. Freckled-nose crinkled. What was with everyone flying these things now-a-days? Course it didn't much matter. Job was a job. No matter how unexpected or unplanned that job was.

Na'Varro's darknet checks, checked out. Enough. At least enough to be trusted. For the moment.

#pastsithlordwassupersketch

She hailed the destroyer. "Some dude named Alen asked me to come aboard. This is Spark Finn. Permission to land."

If they tried anything funny, she'd just mechu-deru the bleep out of their systems.

#slicersrock

"You mean the High Supreme General Mister Na'Varro?"

There was a pause.

"Yeah, that dude."

Sounds like a disgruntled sigh on the star destroyer's end filtered through the communication feed. "Very well, permission to land in docking bay 529."

In a reasonable amount of time later, the thin slicer was escorted to the 'Na'Varro dude,' nerd bags of equipment slung over one bony-shoulder. "Let's talk business Mister Na'Varro."

#elderrespect

 

[Aran Finn]

"Okay, Miss Finn." #professionalrespect

The imposing lightsider gave the slicer a once over. On the surface, she was a nerd. A hot nerd, but nonetheless, a nerd ... and nerds were strange creatures. Though he had a feeling that this one wasn't into Montain Deww or Joritos, probably didn't go to sleep next to a body pillow with a cartoon character on it, or leave creepy/needy posts on other peoples' social media. This was the kind of nerd who got taken on dates by athletic types and cocky Force Users who thought they could "save her." Back when Alen was a young man, he would have probably done the same thing, and would have stuck around until the video games lost their charm and the overwhelming desire to see her actually eat something reached breaking point. Then he would have disappeared into the night, reappearing a couple of weeks later trying to convince a more sporty type to share his bed. Almost forty-five years old, and only two relationships of a decent length to show for it. Of course, being a Sith Lord does make having a healthy partnership difficult.

#sidetracked #wherewerewe

Oh yeah, business.

"Here's the deal, kid. You're here to upgrade these archaic computer systems up to galactic standard."

Just kidding. Just a bit of light telepathy to start the day. There are probably surveillance devices all over the ships in this fleet. I want them gone.

"Payment will be at the standard rate."

Payment will be whatever the heck you ask for, within reason.

#sneakysneaky

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Grey-blue eyes narrowed up at him, thin-lips pursing in thought. One, she didn't like people jumping in her head. #rude Two, the dude obviously didn't trust the peeps on this ship. Three, what the heck was within reason? #lullz

But she could play and would play the game. #obvs #backtobeingprofessional

"Fine. Upgrading the systems won't be a problem. I've already uploaded my contract to your datapad. Look it over and sign if you're agreeable to the terms."

And promise me this fleet won't go against the Galactic Alliance. You do that and we have a deal. Deal?

Plus, there were other measures the gangly-limbed blond could put in play. Like a kill switch. She could be extra sneaky too. #duh

"Also, you got any snacks or something? This might take awhile."