CURRENT MISSION - Make a Good Impression
Immediate Goals -
1:
Safely Dock At Aurora Station (VICTORY)
1.1: Get past customs
2: Find Out How Nice (or mean) the Lilaste Order is.
2.1: Who
is that stranger walking towards me?
3: Beat up Pirate baddies for fun (and profit)!
FRIEND(S) - The Lilaste Order (Eventually)
FOE(S) - There Are No Enemies
TARGETING ACTION(S) -
Laphisto
Zinayn
The
Sojourner glided in between the considerable corvette escort, and the Lasat gave a mental whistle at the mustering of forces. This "Order" must have considerable creds in order to field a practical flotilla for lil' ol' her! And the energy signatures on each of them, they were unlike anything she'd really seen before? She knew for a fact that Sevii would tear into these strange new ships like Beviin would into the cookie jar.
Speaking of, the pale drakeling gave a smug hum as she draped herself on the Lasat's shoulders, extending her tongue in a manner not too dissimilar to a child. "
Hush you." Kebii reprimanded. "
We're gonna be in customs, go in, find our quarters, find the gym, and you can fly about, all right?"
"
If I may-" came the opinion of her V-4T unit, Tyme, "
Perhaps G-533NA0 and I ought accompany you, if nothing else than to keep a pair of photoreceptors on the drakeling."
Said "drakeling" hissed in response, and while the droid recoiled in offense, the telepathic bond between Mandalorian and Beast was especially strong in House Solus. As such, Kebii knew Beviin was, as some of her compatriots would pithily note, "taking the mick". With a warm maternal smile, she squatted down as G-533NA0 - Geena, as she kept his nickname, who warbled eagerness to see new sights. "
We're gonna have to declare you, and this might be our port of call for a good long while."
When the ship finally made hangarfall, and the gangplank lowered, the denizens of Landing Pad F-9 would be graced with - Kebii hoped - was an awesome sight. Two meters tall, graceful in strength, azure beskar'gam with yellow trim, and the
Sun-And-Star of her faith in soft yellow. Her lavendar hair, acting as a ponytailed pommel of the crown of her helm, accentuating the weathered cobalt-colored cloak she wore about her shoulder in lieu of the atypical jetpack. On her hips was both a
pistol and a lightsaber wrought from a wood not dissimilar to the famed
Bylark Tree - and in her hand, like the lances of yore, was a famed
fire spear, to complete the picture of Mandalorian might, passed down through ten thousand years from the Taung Crusaders to this very day.
Of course, such intimidation may have been mitigated by the presence of a lazing drakeling, but perhaps even this could be considered a part of the "performance" - one needs to be approachable, no?
"
That is my ship." she stated to the man with the holopad with a motion of her head towards the
Sojourner. "
Two droids to declare, along with various personal belongings. A G-5 Astromech and a V-4T Utility." WIth a low, drawn out, and very displeased yowl that belonged on the more pampered lap-cats of the rich and powerful, the Drakeling made her presence known. "
Last but not least is you, Beviin. A Vanquo Dragon." Kebii gave a chuckle, and a stroke of the chin with her spare hand.
It was at this moment that she saw who she sensed was arriving in the hangar - someone who was sensitive and trained in the Force to show her around. Her little mental bap upside the head, while unorthodox, was effective! Next she noted the robed Chiss extend his hand to her waist, after a painfully awkward moment, she looked down to assess the Force User after he said ""Hello".
"
Hello to you too." the Lasat responded, and one could practically feel the slightly sardonic grin on her face as she decided to rib the newcomer a bit. "
...Is offering to waltz a prerequisite to joining the Order, or am I just an exception?" Should the handshake linger for a bit longer she would give a surprisingly formal and gentle handshake. "
Kebii'kara of House Solus, pleasure to make your acquaintance Mister...?" But alas, it seemed that Beviin too had designs for the Chiss, leaping from one shoulder to the other, and assessing a newfound potential perch. "
Ap ap ap! Hey! Ease up on him, Beviin." the Lasat commanded the Drakeling before turning and giving an apologetic look through her visor. "
Apologies. Beviin is curious about fellow Force users."