Private Fateful Evening

[Carolina Tevinter]

Spoiler

Corala Gethsverg

Planet Anaxes | Azure System.
Stately Room | Perlemian Hotel.

There was a social gathering taking place at the Perlemian Hotel on Anaxes. The upper echelons of the Azure system were networking with ranking members of the invited members of the Galactic Alliance defense establishment. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves on the surface. There was free, expensive alcohol, and no worries. Carolina Tevinter was at the bar.

Carolina held her glass up to the light, mesmerized how the light danced through the crystal glass. She sipped some of the Azure Rum, before resting the glass along the counter. A datapad was lying adjacent to her glass. She slid her finger along the blue-lit screen, a slew of proposals appeared. The Galactic Alliance was a huge undertaking on multiple fronts. So many institutions in need of being rebuilt. The one that drew her attention was the intelligence apparatus. A failure of intelligence had doomed previous iterations of this democracy.

The resounding notes of the piano lingered in the air as she skimmed through the proposals brought to her attention.

 

[Corala Gethsverg]

Piano

Entering the hotel room, Corala had a mission and a person of interest. Her right eye glanced about the room, looking for a particular woman of interest. 'Scanning' The facial software she was running was rather adapt at this function, and it wasn't long before it found a match. 'Target Acquired'. A smile formed on Corala's face, as she found Senator Tevinter sitting at the bar. A cursory glance on her datapad revealed she was looking into propositions, and felt she had found the perfect time to arrive. Lucky here. Corala wore her rather mundane dresswear, her leather jacket and skirt combo; she wasn't looking for a date anyways, she was here to work.

Moving past the woman, Corala spoke. "Senator Tevinter, I presume?" Sliding into the chair near the woman, her right eye resumed it's normal function, turning back to a somewhat but not quite similar color of Corala's left eye. Waving down the bartender, she put in her order. "Ruby Blizt on the rocks please." She ordered, extending her hand to shake the Senators. "Director Gethsverg, I'm with the SIA. I think you are the woman I'm looking for. Or perhaps, I'm the one you are looking for." As her drink was served to her not long after, Corala could only hope these talks would go well; it would be quite a boon to have two senators to back her. The SIA was in serious need of rebuilding, honestly Corala felt that it was just a mess of bad intel, lack of motivation, and no real front to find and collect Intel. Having a friend in power though could eliminate some of these problems.

Carolina Tevinter