Business Suits and Combat Boots

[Aver Brand]

Had to remind herself that Miss Var Nabba wouldn’t laugh her ass off at that comment. To Aver, the Alliance was a bloated whale flopping desperately at the retreating sea. The First Order offensive had pierced deep into their territory, sapping strength and morale.

At this point, she was just waiting for the bastards to come in with harpoons and finish them off. Couldn’t wait for the vultures to descend upon that carrion. It would be a slaughter, a race after resources and credits and territory.

Made her hunger in a whole different way.

Still, the mercenary maintained her quaint little façade, offering a smile to [member="Judah Dashiell"] as she dabbed at her mouth with a napkin. Usually she’d just use the back of her hand. How unbearably civilized.

“Yes, I suppose they have. I must confess I rarely wander into Alliance space myself – it was only the stellar recommendations that made me choose this place.” If there was one place she never spared any expense, it was food.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Dashiell. It’s been a pleasure,” she intoned, all lazy warmth as she offered her hand.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Aver Brand"]


"I can't say I venture into Alliance territory often myself. Too much focus on politics, useless wars. A business man often has little patience for such things in life."


Thankfully their meeting was winding to an end. Judah fished out a card with his important details on it, sliding it over to Miss Var Nabba. Not that his accounts department wouldn't be in contact with her by the end of the day. It was more or less a civil formality.


Her hand extended and he clasped it firmly. Miss Var Nabba did not seem like the 'kiss her hand' type,which was fine by him.


"The pleasure is all mine. Until we meet again Miss Var Nabba."