Objective 4: BYOO
Wearing: This
Location: Umbara - [Local Scrivenry] - Tea Shop (Booth)
It was an interesting turn of events when the Vicelord of the Confederacy arrived at a location in an unofficial capacity, whereas, Srina Talon could not quite say the same. The former Mandalorian had made his Apprentice his second in command, an Exarch, to help deal with the day to day difficulties of leading a nation. Occasionally that which he had lost, or endured, seemed to steal his attention or filter his perspective. Srina did not have that problem. No matter the loss, heartache, or death and mayhem she always moved with the grace of her people and acted accordingly.
If she planned to do harm, it would not be a knee-jerk reaction, born of sentiment and pain. It would be calculated. Cold and precise. The punishment would fit the crime, and when the time came, she would deliver what was needed with the emotional capacity of a teaspoon. It was for that reason that she utterly despised the piracy that had awoken in the verse when the Alliance fell. [member="Jyoti Nooran"] had spoken to her, briefly, of their plight with the Ghost Nebula. It was simply a matter of coincidence that her Master had also chosen to visit Umbara during an interesting affair.
Srina could not aid as she wished. Her skills lay with a blade, or a lightsaber, and were only matched by the sharpness of her no-nonsense tongue. With necessity in mind and knowledge of outside forces that she could trust, part of the trip to Umbara aboard the Quill-class shuttle would find her slightly absorbed in her Holo-Comm. The little Echani was no stranger to mercenary forces. They were an asset, if they could be trusted, and the Confederacy finally had one that fit the bill. The Crimson Dragons were new. Young. Barely in their first stages of life… But even one of their men could make a difference.
Why? Because Srina trusted their leader.
<< Keep it tight, Aryn. It’s not CIS space so I can’t do anything if you wind up in spacey prison. Its 5000 Credits per Crimson Dragon mercenary to help the Silvers solve their pirate problem—2500 for you if [member="Koda Fett"] shows up and manages to leave in anything but ashes. >>
There were times when she legitimately wondered if the ridiculous bounty hunter had placed a tracker on [member="Aryn Teth"], somewhere, the Eriadu-born man couldn’t find. It was frustrating. Either they really didn’t want to kill each other, or, they really did—but both were exceedingly bad at it.
Pulling her focus back to the present, silver eyes turned toward [member="Darth Metus"] as he stood patiently, almost comically in line, waiting for his coffee. The white-haired woman watched with the beginnings of what was most definitely not a smile hidden behind her teacup. She didn’t like caf and never had, but she could stew over a good cup of tea for a long, long time. She sat quietly in a booth waiting for [member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"] and her Master to finish placing their orders. The young woman was dressed simply for a change, and for the most part, she was enjoying every second of it. No frills. No lace.
On her torso, she wore an oversized cable-knit sweater with long baggy sleeves. It was as speckled gray color, soft, and warm. A short, plain skirt hid her thighs from view, while over-the-knee smoke colored boots took care of the rest. Her long white hair was pulled up into a high no-nonsense ponytail but otherwise, the pale Echani seemed very much so not herself. Most that saw her could scarcely picture outside of her armor or some level of formal wear—but Darth Metus had requested civilian casual.
Srina imagined this to be it. Her ability to match colors on her own was obviously a little lacking, however, she’d tried. Nevertheless, she eventually turned her gaze back down to the many holos she’d collected that might help Darth Metus in his search for a connection to his past. Sometimes, she wondered, if he really knew what he was looking for. Was he really looking for his past? Or, simply, a connection that would make him feel more human.
Huddled beneath her feet were two squabbling rabbit-droids that she rarely went anywhere without. Currently, they were debating the best way to find and steal a real lightsaber from a real, flesh and blood Jedi to add to their fandom, but they were mostly harmless. Srina didn’t really pay their crazed rambling any mind and merely indulged their insanity. Besides, they made great little workers when it came to finding something for her in the vast library.
They made a game of it.
“I need the redacted information from holo LX-9240.”, she murmured softly, and the blue-hued rabbit stood up, wobbling slightly, as she raised her hand in a salute. Her red-hued partner in crime stood up and followed. Srina turned her focus back to her work, confident, her murder moppets were on the job.
"No speeder manuals this time. You pair are not driving. Ever."
