We Are One
Outer Rim Territories;
Danjar Sector;
Queyta System.
The steady sound of thrusters came to an abrupt silence as the ship shut down. Xenia's hands moved like masters over the complicated dash board, aglow with various lights and mechanical instruments. She walked the system through the cooling process, and finished locking down various doors as well as re arming her alarm system. A system linked directly to her com-unit so as to alert her instantly in the case of emergency. The ship was a Nubian class starship, large and beautiful as they all were. Sleek chrome, clean and shined to the point at which light reflected off of its surface in painful glares. Sitting next to her was the ever faithful Kink, Xenia's personal 3PO unit, and one of the only who knew of her more relevant identity. That of a bounty hunter, and one of the finest. The droid had been shut off for a majority of the in-space-time, and only now flickered back to life with activation of a small button hidden within the droid's metallic plating.
<<M'lady, this... this is the Queyta system?>>
"Yeah, this is it... ready?"
<<With all due respect, I don't believe you've actually told me-->>
"Maya Vixen, remember...?"
<<Y-Yes Xenia, I remember, owner of-->>
"We're buying her..."
The droid didn't quite take her meaning, though it looked as if it were used to this. Even though there weren't any real facial features, one could almost detect a slight hint of apparent dismay. A dismay, no doubt, aimed at the droid's owner, Xenia. The sliding door which connected the cockpit to the rest of the ship slid open to reveal two human men, bodyguards assigned to her from Naboo. The moment of hesitation was enough to display her distaste for the men and their current occupation. She had never liked the presence of governmental authority, she had been trained over the years to detest them, as they could be her undoing. Of course, these were her men, though they were loyal to Naboo first, and she didn't trust that.
<<What do you mean, M'lady?>>
"Exactly what I say, follow my lead."
Motioning over to the armed guards, Xenia smacked the larger button to open the hatch. It slid with a hissing release of compressed steam. In an instant, she was out, a confident strut towards the rather primitive looking structures. She looked out of place here, as did her possessions. The Nubian class starship was just about the only chrome silver material in sight, and its shine contrasted the volcanic planet. The reflections were of browns and red hot orange, a mirror of the surrounding terrain. Expensive fabrics and beautiful designs covered her body, an appropriate looking dress to remain professional yet made stunning with the body it was on. A small earpiece remained in her ear, with a direct link to the com-unit implanted within Kink's internal hard-drive. The droid, now instead of a weapon, clutched a small data pad as if it were her acting business partner, an almost humorous idea. Xenia, too, held a data-pad at her side, casually, the screen black as it was not currently on. As the guards began to follow her, Xenia turned and held up her hand to stop them.
"I want you with the ship."
"But M'lady, it would be--"
"I want you by the ship. I've got Kink."
She repeated herself, her stare as blatant as ever, forcing the guard into submission. The droid unit to her left stragihtened at the mention of 'her' name. Xenia's eyes lightened as the two men fell back. <<Please keep your weapons primed, men, and stay alert to your com-units. If we require assistance, we'll call.>> The droid played along with Xenia's odd requests perfectly, used to the mental games the woman played on those of lesser intelligence. Her weapon of choice, charisma, only then followed by the blaster. The landing pad was not far from the Praesitlyn Trade Company's headquarters, the arrangement being that Maya was meet Xenia at the landing site and accompany her back to Maya's office. It had been a long journey, surely, and Xenia was in no rush to get back aboard the Nubian cruiser.
[member="Maya Vixen"]
Danjar Sector;
Queyta System.
The steady sound of thrusters came to an abrupt silence as the ship shut down. Xenia's hands moved like masters over the complicated dash board, aglow with various lights and mechanical instruments. She walked the system through the cooling process, and finished locking down various doors as well as re arming her alarm system. A system linked directly to her com-unit so as to alert her instantly in the case of emergency. The ship was a Nubian class starship, large and beautiful as they all were. Sleek chrome, clean and shined to the point at which light reflected off of its surface in painful glares. Sitting next to her was the ever faithful Kink, Xenia's personal 3PO unit, and one of the only who knew of her more relevant identity. That of a bounty hunter, and one of the finest. The droid had been shut off for a majority of the in-space-time, and only now flickered back to life with activation of a small button hidden within the droid's metallic plating.
<<M'lady, this... this is the Queyta system?>>
"Yeah, this is it... ready?"
<<With all due respect, I don't believe you've actually told me-->>
"Maya Vixen, remember...?"
<<Y-Yes Xenia, I remember, owner of-->>
"We're buying her..."
The droid didn't quite take her meaning, though it looked as if it were used to this. Even though there weren't any real facial features, one could almost detect a slight hint of apparent dismay. A dismay, no doubt, aimed at the droid's owner, Xenia. The sliding door which connected the cockpit to the rest of the ship slid open to reveal two human men, bodyguards assigned to her from Naboo. The moment of hesitation was enough to display her distaste for the men and their current occupation. She had never liked the presence of governmental authority, she had been trained over the years to detest them, as they could be her undoing. Of course, these were her men, though they were loyal to Naboo first, and she didn't trust that.
<<What do you mean, M'lady?>>
"Exactly what I say, follow my lead."
Motioning over to the armed guards, Xenia smacked the larger button to open the hatch. It slid with a hissing release of compressed steam. In an instant, she was out, a confident strut towards the rather primitive looking structures. She looked out of place here, as did her possessions. The Nubian class starship was just about the only chrome silver material in sight, and its shine contrasted the volcanic planet. The reflections were of browns and red hot orange, a mirror of the surrounding terrain. Expensive fabrics and beautiful designs covered her body, an appropriate looking dress to remain professional yet made stunning with the body it was on. A small earpiece remained in her ear, with a direct link to the com-unit implanted within Kink's internal hard-drive. The droid, now instead of a weapon, clutched a small data pad as if it were her acting business partner, an almost humorous idea. Xenia, too, held a data-pad at her side, casually, the screen black as it was not currently on. As the guards began to follow her, Xenia turned and held up her hand to stop them.
"I want you with the ship."
"But M'lady, it would be--"
"I want you by the ship. I've got Kink."
She repeated herself, her stare as blatant as ever, forcing the guard into submission. The droid unit to her left stragihtened at the mention of 'her' name. Xenia's eyes lightened as the two men fell back. <<Please keep your weapons primed, men, and stay alert to your com-units. If we require assistance, we'll call.>> The droid played along with Xenia's odd requests perfectly, used to the mental games the woman played on those of lesser intelligence. Her weapon of choice, charisma, only then followed by the blaster. The landing pad was not far from the Praesitlyn Trade Company's headquarters, the arrangement being that Maya was meet Xenia at the landing site and accompany her back to Maya's office. It had been a long journey, surely, and Xenia was in no rush to get back aboard the Nubian cruiser.
[member="Maya Vixen"]
