Sounds Like A Plant! [Genevenve- Miss Lasedri]

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[member="Geneviève Lasedri"],

Abregado-Rae,
Capital City Spaceport,


It was another day and another being has answered the droid's summon for negotiations of possible grand future endeavors. And so, the droid has waited with his envoy of guards on Abregado-Rae, inside the Capital City Spaceport, awaiting the arrival of whoever was representing the ECHO company.

His plans begun to form shape, schemes granting results as more companies and individuals begun to pledge aid towards his cause. Whether this meeting will be a successful one he will find out in a couple of hours or so, he surely hoped so, ECHO, as a bacta supplied and up-and-coming company would be a good addition, military and civilians alike rely on bacta and other healing substances, and raising companies often have drive towards innovation, and that was always good, always pushing the edge, creating new technology.


Anyhoo, the party of droids, all armored and with ceremonial weapons hanging off of their belts, their flowing trademark grey cloaks cascading off of their back, awaited the arrival of their contact, whoever she may be, whatever she may call herself.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

A beaten and bruised Geneviève Lasedri stepped off the boarding ramp of the YT-2400 freighter, taking her time to shrug on her usual ankle-length black trenchcoat. It had been a while since she had really cared to get into company details, her soul still trembling after the incident. She was no longer invincible, and she did not like this sort of recognized meeting. Still, she had been informed that the overseer of this company she was to negotiate with had been at least indirectly responsible for her rescue on that occasion, and she supposed she at least owed them the decency of an appearance.

With a salute to her spunky smuggler cousin--whom she had practically just met--Geneviève departed the hangar and headed towards the terminal, where she had been informed a company ambassador would be awaiting her arrival. She had come on a freighter vessel because she liked to keep a low profile--and because [member="Corvetta Salvo"] was just too happy to finally unite with her cousin she could not turn down the offer of a ride. Gen would be in for a big surprise when she encountered the brigade of militant droids.

When she laid her eyes on the armed robots, she stopped in her tracks. Oh no. Too much publicity.

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[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]


The center-most droid of the 5 machines waiting to greet Gene would step forward, watching her with the empty, cold, red photoreceptor eyes,

"You must be representative of the ECHO, we have been waiting for you."

He begun in a greeting, bowing deeply to Gene, the other droids mimicked the movement as part of the welcoming committee. Straightening up to look upon her the machine did noticed Gene stopping in her tracks, which was usually a rather queer behavior,

"Is everything alright?"

HK would also tilt his head slightly, remembering seeing her on the records his Greycloaks, which were there with him, gave to him from the Slaver raiding mission when Gene was injured and possibly maybe gave her first aid, unknown since that thread never really concluded,

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

The machine would quip

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Ugh. Droids.

Geneviève had a deeply ingrained distrust of such machines, aware of their invasive and destructive potential when developed by the wrong people or used for the wrong reasons. She had seen firsthand the efficiency of robots in processing events and committing every detail to the depths of their 'brains' so that such information might be conjured up at a convenient time down the road. And, of course, no one had any business utilizing such technology unless it was bad business.

Teeth grit behind her closed lips, Lasedri took a cautious step towards the speaking robot. "I wasn't expecting a welcoming committee..." she muttered, eying each of the armed units.

The woman sniffed when the droid asked if he recognized her. She had no idea if she had encountered this one before, but who knew what records he might have in that drive of his? "I bet you do," Gen responded sardonically, then quickly followed with an impatient inquiry: "Well, let's go see your boss, shall we?"

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