Anija Betna
Retired Character
[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Coryth Elaris"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Elpsis Kallikora"]
Betna Homestead
Enciri, Mandalore
Six months after Druckenwell
Frustrated was an understatement. Anija was beside herself with worry. Mirshko had been missing for months now..... close to six if Anija was counting. But who counts? All she knew was that it felt like an eternity. Sighing in frustration, she leaned back in her chair and rubbed at her eyes for a moment before stretching to try and work the kinks out of her back.
She'd been hunched over the computer for hours now, pouring over holonet news bytes, and any information Orick had sent her way after their meeting on Ord Mantell. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen him in almost as long.. but he did tend to vanish on occasion. She frowned again and reread on of the messages he'd sent. One of his contacts had spotted someone matching Mirshko's description in what he called a shadowport. She'd never heard the term. And the message itself was over two weeks old. It took forever for messages to trickle in from the fringes of the galaxy. For all she knew, Mirshko might not even be there now. She hoped she was wrong.
But, she had to try, Maybe others had seen her. It had been a good two to three months now since Anija had been circulating a missing persons report through various Mandalorian channels. So far, nothing had come of it, but she hoped that might change. Frowning in thought, she drafted a quick message, and sent it to Sio, Maad, and Coryth explaining the situation, and what she hoped to do, Maybe... just maybe some of Firemane's people had seen or heard something. She knew they had a rather extensive intelligence network. But, she'd no way to know for sure yet. With a frustrated sigh, Anija pushed away from the desk and stood, making her way into the kitchen for a fresh cup of behot. If anything could help clear her mind and settle her thoughts, that was certainly one of them.
Betna Homestead
Enciri, Mandalore
Six months after Druckenwell
Frustrated was an understatement. Anija was beside herself with worry. Mirshko had been missing for months now..... close to six if Anija was counting. But who counts? All she knew was that it felt like an eternity. Sighing in frustration, she leaned back in her chair and rubbed at her eyes for a moment before stretching to try and work the kinks out of her back.
She'd been hunched over the computer for hours now, pouring over holonet news bytes, and any information Orick had sent her way after their meeting on Ord Mantell. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen him in almost as long.. but he did tend to vanish on occasion. She frowned again and reread on of the messages he'd sent. One of his contacts had spotted someone matching Mirshko's description in what he called a shadowport. She'd never heard the term. And the message itself was over two weeks old. It took forever for messages to trickle in from the fringes of the galaxy. For all she knew, Mirshko might not even be there now. She hoped she was wrong.
But, she had to try, Maybe others had seen her. It had been a good two to three months now since Anija had been circulating a missing persons report through various Mandalorian channels. So far, nothing had come of it, but she hoped that might change. Frowning in thought, she drafted a quick message, and sent it to Sio, Maad, and Coryth explaining the situation, and what she hoped to do, Maybe... just maybe some of Firemane's people had seen or heard something. She knew they had a rather extensive intelligence network. But, she'd no way to know for sure yet. With a frustrated sigh, Anija pushed away from the desk and stood, making her way into the kitchen for a fresh cup of behot. If anything could help clear her mind and settle her thoughts, that was certainly one of them.