Re-acquaintance and Requests

[Caid Centurion]

Capitol Complex
Avalonia, Dosuun

Silver-green eyes shifted between the numerous fountains that dotted the landscaping of the area that surrounded the Imperial Palace and Capitol Complex. The young Centurion had traversed the marble stone courtyards of this location several times in the past. Under normal circumstances, his presence was almost always acknowledged...but not for sake of recognition. The entire are seemed...rather different devoid of the featureless mask and cloak that usually obscured his body.

Following behind Caid was a dark-skinned man with a tattoo adorning his left cheek. A warrior of Endelaan, Mehamet had the honor of being the Captain of the King's Guard in the ancient past. Now, with the King believed to be dead in the wake of the Gulag Virus, Mehamet had been reassigned to Caid, Prince of Endelaan. While the Queen, [member="Nessarose deWinter"], and Caid's cousin freely recognized the assistance was somewhat unnecessary, she'd insisted more as a means of just another of her people experiencing the galaxy at large.

Within a matter of minutes, Caid had entered the Capitol Complex proper. Once he'd cleared the screening on the ground floor, the Dathomir native made his way towards one of the glass lifts. The moment he stepped inside, Caid adjusted the silver tie adorning his tailored, windowpane blue suit. It was a couple of minutes before the large noble strode into the outer office area belonging to the staff of Grand Moff Natasi Fortan.

With a pleasant smile, Caid approached [member="Sioux Chambers"]. "Good evening ma'am. My name is Caid Centurion, I have a 1000 appointment with Her Excellency." [member="Natasi Fortan"] would of course recognize Caid's real name for what it meant among the First Order. There were precious few that had complete awareness of the fact that Caid Centurion was Ciardha Ren of the Knights of Ren. The history between Caid and Natasi went back a ways by now...to when he'd grasped her scantily clad form against his own body and attempted to coax her back from the brink of death. Then there was the private meeting aboard a First Order capital vessel.

Today, however, Caid was merely himself. A loyal citizen of the First Order that had requested, and waited the requisite amount of time, to speak with the Grand Moff in person.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Sioux looked up, narrowing her eyes at the blue windowpane fabric of the suit that [member="Ciardha Ren"] was wearing. She made no commentary on it, only looked down at her book and then nodded. "Of course. Just a moment." She ducked into the Grand Moff's office, emerging nearly two minutes later and holding the door open for the man. "She's ready for you. You can go in." When the man ahd entered the office, Sioux shut the door, and heard the privacy locks engage. The windows frosted and the room became essentially soundproofed.

Inside, Natasi was poring over a policy proposal that was headed for the Supreme Leader's office the next morning. "With you in a moment," Natasi said. "Help yourself to something from the bar," she said, gesturing at the sideboard where she had cold water, a tea kettle, a coffee pot, and a selection of alcoholic beverages. She dragged her pen along the text, making a note in the margin. She was not looking forward to this meeting, not that she had anything against the Ren -- quite the opposite, for he had been part of the rescue that saved her from the clutches of the Resistance on Hoth. Truth be told, if she had known then what she knew now about her return to the First Order, she would have ordered them to leave her there to die, but what was done was done now. The Ren had seen her at her most vulnerable, and that wasn't something that Natasi took lightly.

Finally, she steeled herself and took a breath, looking up. "Sorry about that. What can I do for you?" She screwed the lid onto her pen and leaned back in her seat, taking her glasses off to look up at [member="Ciardha Ren"].