A Reunion Of Sorts

[Marona Rayheart]

How long had she been away from her home? It seemed like forever.... yet still she recognized her surroundings, this was her home turf after all.

[member="Niamh Raste"]

That was the woman she was sent to meet, the reason for her return to Eshan. She welcomed the chance for the job of course. It was simple enough and it allowed her to trod upon her home once more.

But it brought back memories.... of things she would rather forget. Didn't seem very possible however-the events leading to her first departure from Eshan had etched at her mind since she landed here.

The only thoughts really diviating from those events was the person she was supposed to meet. An Echani.... it had been quite a while since she interacted with her own people, it was... refreshing.

The next few hours seemed to fly for her, arrival at Echani Industrial talking... talking... telling of her intent and reason to be here.

Up until she stood outside the office.

She was a soldier and she knew how to wait and yet... the thought of meeting a person of import with her people... a fire dancer....

Yes she was quite eager indeed.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Niamh had her headset on, and was jamming to some tunes so she had no idea whatsoever that anyone was standing outside of her office. She wore her customary blue jumpsuit, which fully accentuated every curve of her body, and was just enjoying a bit of downtime before she had to be off to her next meeting with who knew who. Sometime soon she was going to have to get off of Eshan just so she could get back to doing her work. That and there was Izzy. She hadn't seen the girl in a little while due to work.

Eventually someone would buzz Marona into the room, only for her to see Niamh dancing around like a big goof. Though she looked rather graceful doing it, considering all of her training and whatnot. Eventually she spotted the woman and stopped, removing the headset.

"Oh.. Er... You saw nothing...."

She grinned sheepishly and put the headset on her desk before studying the girl.

"You sure are cute. Have we met?"

[member="Marona Rayheart"]

 

[Marona Rayheart]

"Oh ummm sure of course"

Firedancers were graceful, elite fighters of the Echani. Their movements were swift and graceful... as if a dance was taking place, even in the middle of combat. But this one... she was rather loose. Their wasn't much wrong with that in theory but... Marona was rather unfamiler of that sort of thing.

Cute

The statement took her by surprise, a light blush tebting her fair skin.

She had graceful movements, that was a fire dancer's and in fact most echani's strength. She also looked rather... attractive if she thought about but ugggh that didn't really matter did it? Not the reason she was here.... nope.


"No... not personally anyway, I've heard of you though m'lady"

Yep, she was defently off her game, geez why exactly did one complement throw her off so much? With her luck it was probably noticeable to... dammit!

"And to be honest, I was most eager to be sent to Eshan this around, nothings quite like home"


After that she let the silence hang in the air, not much else to say right?

[member="Niamh Raste"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Niamh sat on her desk and folded her legs lightly while she leaned back on her hands and stretched her stomach out. Of course this only accentuated her chest, but she was really just stretching this time around, not trying to show off or anything. When she looked back at the girl she smiled.

"Don't call me m'lady. Makes me feel old."

She chuckled.

"It's always nice to have someone new come in. Have a seat. As I'm sure you've figured out, my name is Niamh Raste, and I'm the CEO of Eshan Industrial. What brings you here? Need something made? Curious about the Force? Want to be a Republic pilot?"

[member="Marona Rayheart"]

 

[Marona Rayheart]

[member="Niamh Raste"]

"Understood...."

So playful... was that how the rest of her people were? Marona and her ilk were dispenlened... or maybe it was Niamh that was different? That had to be it.

Mentioning the force? Ahhh right.... she chose to keep that bit from her thoughts. Echani Jedi? She supposed it made sense, apprantly most all races could be force sensitive, with the force to solve problems... could explain the more carefree nature.

"I... have no interest in the Force"

'Force' was said with quite a bit of disdain to it, making clear her dislike of the Jedi's magic.

She stepped forward to face her fellow Echani closer.

"I can weild a blade, and I can use my fists, but the practicul use of blaster arms elludes me... so yes It was my thought that piolting a hulking blaster would help, totally"

She tried her bit if humor, probably sucked... oh well she tried.

"I was sent... to see you, I assume to pick something up"


.... she had been wring before, but it couldn't be much else... right?