[member="Xander Black"]
Cecily was many things, but one to be trifled with was not one of them. Sitting in her personal apartments on the planet Onderon, her pale blue eyes scanned the communique from "Sempra" for the fourth time before finally looking up at the Onderonian Royal Guardsman who stood waiting. "Sempra sent this?" she hissed.
"We do not believe so ma'am,"
"Was the message encrypted?" she was reading it again.
"No encryption was employed ma'am,"
"Good," for the first time all morning, Cecily smiled... but it was not filled with joy, but vengeance, "instruct the Ministry of Defense to track the message back to its source and ready my ship." As Cecily stood from behind her desk the handful of Royal Guards saluted, save their captain.
"If I may ma'am, where are we heading?"
"We're going to see Sempra, of course," a subdued little giggle as she made her way to the door, flanked by her personal attendants.
"I want to be contacted as soon as you know who is responsible," she said as she swept through the door and toward the starport. This was shaping up to be quite an evening.