Velocity Vixen
Attire: xxXXx
Equipment: Quintessa’s Twin Lightsaber Shotos (Concealed) │ G1 OmniLink │ Miniaturized Force Disperser (Disguised as Bracelets) │ Jin'Wodasir (2) │ Amulet of Many │ Spirit Anchor
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Domina Prime
This was most certainly an unconventional assignment, with perhaps an even more unconventional partner.
Adjusting her dark cerulean gloves, Quintessa took a deep breath as the sporty airspeeder soared through the turbulent arctic air, the gynoid pilot controlling the vehicle with programmed skill and intuition in the process. Once more, the tiny Asa’nyx pulled out her OmniLink to re-review the mission briefing. She, along with her partner—a strange, yet childish alien known as Dima—had been assigned to attend House Kamron’s charity ball, which was outwardly presented as a fundraiser for the Brighter Future Foundation. However, credible intelligence had been revealed which cast some level of doubt on that presentation, enough to justify a clandestine investigation aimed at finding out where the money was really going.
However, Quintessa wasn’t necessarily worried about the investigation. She was more worried about her partner.
Although Quintessa herself did not even approach a normal height, Dima was tall, standing at twice the Asa’nyx’s height and was likely many times heavier. And yet, the exotic alien had proven to be the more mischievous and unpredictable of the two. While Quintessa had yet to exhaust her reserves of patience, she still wasn’t sure whether the strange, five-eyed creature understood the demands of the mission.
That didn’t bode well.
“Okay, so I’d like to go over some of the details one more time, Dima.” Quintessa began, her soft, yet girlish soprano cutting through the silence. “If someone asks you for a dance, accept their request and be polite. Make small talk. Address them as lord or lady, if you're not sure of their title. Also, make sure to keep tabs on…” Quintessa tapped at the screen of her OmniLink, before pulling up a three-dimensional holoprojection of Tarsi Kamron—the bearded patriarch of House Kamron. “Duke Tarsi Kamron. But, uhhh…try not to be too obvious about it.” The tiny Asa’nyx continued, scrolling a manicured finger across the screen of her OmniLink. “This is his wife, Duchess Syala Kamron. They were married three months ago.”
Then, a deep breath.
“I think that’s it. Make sure to keep your comm active.” Quintessa frowned, her alabaster cheeks flushed crimson as she wracked her brain for anything she might have missed. “Uhh…any more questions, Dima?”
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