Let's talk about that

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Patricia was sitting In her office aboard the Nexu Tango, a Ranator class star destroyer that was parked above the orbit of Nar'Shadda. She was on deployment with her battle group and she was organizing a few jobs for the Ravens. She honestly enjoyed being out here instead of a stuffy office on Antecedent, and her little girl Erika got to see the galaxy with her mother. But there was another job to be done at the moment, there was a meeting that she needed to have with the current liaison with the Primeval.

From her knowledge they were just a bunch of religious zealots across the galaxy that she could give two craps about, but they had produced her a good operator. Which was the Bothan that she was about to meet in a more professional setting instead of a party on a stolen ship.

Patricia sat behind her desk and placed a few forms to the side of her desk. Pressing the buzzer on the door she let the man in and spoke.

"Come in!" She said loudly then smiled. Hopefully this wouldn't be a complete waste of her time.

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Tyro'din walked into the office when called, his cane making a repetitive, dull tap as he did so. In the few strides it took for him to reach the chair on his side of the desk his eye had already jumped around the room and he had drawn a mental map in his mind, focussing on points where an enemy could take cover, where he could take cover and places where surveillance devices could be planted.

The Bothan was currently wearing a navy three piece suit, following his choice to find a set of more classy clothes to wear he began to wear it where possible in an attempt to get used to it. The suit, while made of silk, was highly defensive and good to use in a fight. It was made out of Shell Spider Silk which had a resistance to blaster fire and vibroknives. As a sign of respect Tyro'din had come unarmed, apart from him hidden blade.

Just before settling into his seat, Tyro'din executed a small bow from his chest, his pride allowing no more. Sighing the Bothan leant back in the chair, resting tense muscles. He rested his cane against his left leg while still holding it in his right hand before beginning to talk.

"I feel no need to run around in circles at the moment. As such I shall be un-characteristically blunt. I propose we use a "Question for a Question" procedure. You ask a question, I answer, then vice versa. We are allowed to state that something is unavailable to the other but in return the other gets another questions. We start simple and work our way up to bigger information. If you are in agreement, you may start. Unless there was something you wanted to discuss first."

The whole ploy was crafted to apply to Patricia. From what he had observed of her, Tyro'din had concluded that she was someone who would not like to dance around a subject but appreciate getting to the heart of it as soon as possible. He only hoped that he hadn't misread her, it was rare but it had happened before.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Patricia perked up in her seat when the Bothan arrived, he certainly was dressed well for a casual meeting. But then again this was the Red Ravens and most of the members enjoyed dressing up the nine with fancy suits. Patricia knew for a fact that Cryax spent more time on what he was going to wear to the meeting rather than the meeting itself. It drove the little blonde crazy sometimes just having to go through tailor after tailor for the Chiss.

But those thoughts aside it pleased Patricia to see that the man did get to the point. It was nice to see that in a person and co worker, but he wanted to play a game with it. While she wasn't against the idea she did not like playing the whole back stabby bull crap that was the criminal game where veiled threats were coated in nice words. Patricia was more of a tell you to your face kind of person, but she could do this little game. At least she could get the answered she wanted through it.

So she grabbed a cup near her filled with Stimcafe and whiskey and took a long drink from it. Sighing afterward she felt the warm strong liquid splash down her throat and warm her core. It felt good, but it was time to play.

"Welcome, and it's nice to see you again. So let's start with something simple. As you know you work for the primeval, as far as I'm concerned they are religious zealots. What is the primeval and how does their agenda fall in with ours?" Patricia could start it off easy. It was a legit question after all

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] (OOC: Sorry it took me a week to reply, I didn't get a notification about your reply for some reason)

Tyro'din let out a brief chuckle while organizing his thoughts on what to reveal and what to keep hidden. A politician would commonly use half truths to hide something and once a politician, always a politician. He had also not missed the fact that Patricia's question was closer to two, but he decided to metaphorically bow his head to her in this. "A simple question with a simple answer. We of the Host, Primeval to most, are followers of a Religion, yes, but most of us are not zealots, it is an exception rather than a rule. As for what the Host's agenda: expansion of territory. Our core belief is that the Gods are out there and our drive is to find them. With the expansion of territory we have a greater range of search. Mock if you will, but that is our belief."

Tyro'din paused to reach into one of his pockets and withdrew a ornate hip flask and took a sip before closing and replacing it. While to most this action was to sooth a throat from speaking, for Tyro'din the action was much more. It was a chance to pause, reorganize thoughts, analyse Patricia and rework his decision on what to reveal and his question based on what he saw. Shifting slightly so as to disguise his lifting a false tooth in his mouth and drink down the generalized antidote for poison, stored there due to the Bothan's paranoia born from his own job as an Agent of the Host, Tyro'din sighed slightly, to disguise the movement of muscles in his mouth as much as possible before continuing.

"Our agenda does not line up neatly, I will admit, but they do have their links. Unfortunately for you, the links are found in what we could offer each other and that was not involved in your question. As such you will have to wait to find out." While Tyro'din had said that he would dispense of all games, to him they were what he thrived on. Challenges for his genius brain that had been present for him since his birth due to Bothan culture, the Games were all most life blood to him and he could not easily go without.

"Now, my question, if I may. What are the Red Ravens, at their core?" A question he mostly new the answer to, but one he asked as they were starting off easily and Tyro'din loathed incomplete information.