OBJECTIVE 3 - PAAKUNI COUNCIL MEETING
CURRENT QUEST - GUARD DUTY
Immediate Goals -
1: Stand there
1.2: Look Pretty
1.3: Stand there and Look Pretty
2: Swallow your guilt, bite down on your hate.
FRIEND(s) - Empire of the Lost
FOE(s) - N/A
TARGETING ACTION(S) -
Teckla Tane
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Jovdev Coypin
She didn't want to be here.
Rationally, Kebii understood
why she was here - the Lilaste Order, being nominally aligned with the Empire of the Lost, had compelled her to make friends with the up and coming Imperials, to at least show the Order's support for the regime even if they weren't under the
direct purview like the Inquisition. Yet she never imagined that guard duty would be a guilt trip.
Already she could hear vendettas, vindication, the deep rooted contempt that could only occur through years of wrongs or perceived wrongs - and the Lasat was powerless to intervene, helpless to stop.
Worse still was when there was a brief eye-contact made between
Teckla Tane
and herself. If she had a credit for every Force-Sensitive "iron lady" type that had a military commission, she'd have two credits so far - which wasn't a lot, but still. This, naturally drew her mind to compare the red-haired and soon to be gazetted Moff of the Calamari Sector and the High Admiral of the Lilaste Order,
Ali Kare
; There was some comparison to be made between the two, and on a surface level gaze, the two women would only be differentiated by hair-color. Those with sight into the Force would note marked differences - General Tane was passionate, energetic, and with a fire that would not easily abate, and that was fueled nigh-perpetually by its own defiance. Admiral Kare, on the other hand, was cold, calculated, and you'd sooner squeeze blood from a stone than get a rise out of her.
Were those to be her fate, should she remain within the Empire? Would she too bleed her heart dry, or burn it up to keep her ideals?
Already she was failing the latter, for she looked away first - justifying it as mere professionalism. She had hoped that Beviin, Tyme and Geena were faring better.
OBJECTIVE 4 - DO YOUR OWN THING
CURRENT QUEST - Strange happenings...
Immediate Goals -
1: Grrrowugh?
2: Snoof Snoof Snoof
3: Mmmrrraaaaarrrrgh
FRIEND(s) -
Kebii'kara Solus
Metal-Box-Doctor
FOE(s) - Fancy Lady who smells dark
TARGETING ACTION(S) -
Alicia Drey
She didn't like the metal-box-medic, not personally. But when the rifles were lowered at the poor photoreceptors, Beviin leapt between him and those who would do him harm, both to protect her Big Sis Kebii's companions, and to show these schmucks who was the
true danger was. She was Beviin the Blood-Stained Lance! She was fire and death! Her meter-long body and wingspan struck fear into the hearts of rodent analogues everywhere!
None could command her,
none would subdue her,
none would
ignore her-!
"
Pardon us, Madam." The metal-box doctor acquiesced,
ignoring her, after she just got done explicitly saying not to! Have these droids no shame?! "Beg for pardon" indeed! "
I am designated V-4T1M3, a utility droid, and I am currently trying to escort my Master's exotic pet back to the ship."
The fire that had been building up within her throat belched forth in a retaliatory snark accentuated with merely a foretaste of her pyroclastic fury - how
dare he?! As soon as the burst of fire gathered the droid-doctor's attention fully, she launched into a tirade of eloquent chittering, her logic sound, her rhetoric impeccable, her intuition unwavering - this lady is an anomaly, first by her mere presence, but she knew that there lay within this well dressed and admittedly nice smelling lady was a crumb of the Force. Not merely the untapped well, but something secret, hidden, like the trinkets she would hoard atop her resting place, could this fool not see?!
"
Yes Bevii, we can go back to the beach if you want..." With a pained and half defeated groan, the drakeling rolled head and eyes along with, confounding and cursing the utility droid for not bothering to learn the natural tongue of dragons. She could forgive not being Force sensitive, but substituting a clear soliloquy to some self-serving interpretation was
rude!
Nevertheless, Beviin would not budge, she reset herself, sitting proud, her eyes like rosy pools of defiance up at the femme fatale, her nostrils already glowing with a second bout of flame.