RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
CSA Space
Orbit of Commennor
[member="Lady Kay"] :: -OR- Any CSA Diplomats
A single Jast Whisperlite Shuttle flanked by two larger Jast 3's emerged from hypserspace. A small tear in the fabric of the space itself opened up, spitting them out. Above Commenor the alarms would be going off, but this was no armed escort. She'd had the vessels Mandalorian Empire Sigil toned down so as not to alarm the Denizens of the Commenor Systems Alliance.
From the cockpit she watched, a cup of Caf in her hand as they drew closer. Behind her only a small security detail of two Super Commandos, decked out in their armor, but helmets removed. Both from Australis.
"Ma'am we are entering the sensor range of Commenor."
She took a sip and nodded, running a hand through her sandy colored waves of hair.
"Excellent. Begin broadcasting our Diplomatic IFF and request a landing pad."
"Aye Ma'am."
She cast an eye back at the two Commandos. Talson and Kerry they were called. Borhter and sister, prone to bickering. One picked their nails with a knife, crushgaunts set to the side while the other leaned back smoking a deathstick. She didn't chortle them. They were here by her request and she pretty much let them do whatever.
"You two ready?"
"Ready as we'll ever be I guess. Rather be gutting folks on a battlefield."
"Can't gut everyone." She replied, leaning over the seat and peering through the viewport with squinted eyes.
"We can gut anyone we like. Mando's are famous for it. What's a Morrellian girl know about Mandalorian Culture anyways."
She grinned and shot a wry glance back at the two.
"Exceptional at war. Recent Civil war, problems reintegrating the Force Users back into your society. Strong Leadership skills. Great athletes, family type folk. But I do know one thing. With so large an Army and so few actual plot-table acres on Mandalore, food is scarce."
"We can hunt."
"Yea but you can't fight a crusade without supply lines. And let me tell ya," She said, smiling.
"Commenors got her fingers in every supply line there is."
"Hailing freqs are open, requesting landing now."
She nodded.
"Chance I can get one of those deathsticks?"
Kerry glanced up surprised.
"You smoke?"
"Used to be a peasant working a street stall. Of course I smoke."
Orbit of Commennor
[member="Lady Kay"] :: -OR- Any CSA Diplomats
A single Jast Whisperlite Shuttle flanked by two larger Jast 3's emerged from hypserspace. A small tear in the fabric of the space itself opened up, spitting them out. Above Commenor the alarms would be going off, but this was no armed escort. She'd had the vessels Mandalorian Empire Sigil toned down so as not to alarm the Denizens of the Commenor Systems Alliance.
From the cockpit she watched, a cup of Caf in her hand as they drew closer. Behind her only a small security detail of two Super Commandos, decked out in their armor, but helmets removed. Both from Australis.
"Ma'am we are entering the sensor range of Commenor."
She took a sip and nodded, running a hand through her sandy colored waves of hair.
"Excellent. Begin broadcasting our Diplomatic IFF and request a landing pad."
"Aye Ma'am."
She cast an eye back at the two Commandos. Talson and Kerry they were called. Borhter and sister, prone to bickering. One picked their nails with a knife, crushgaunts set to the side while the other leaned back smoking a deathstick. She didn't chortle them. They were here by her request and she pretty much let them do whatever.
"You two ready?"
"Ready as we'll ever be I guess. Rather be gutting folks on a battlefield."
"Can't gut everyone." She replied, leaning over the seat and peering through the viewport with squinted eyes.
"We can gut anyone we like. Mando's are famous for it. What's a Morrellian girl know about Mandalorian Culture anyways."
She grinned and shot a wry glance back at the two.
"Exceptional at war. Recent Civil war, problems reintegrating the Force Users back into your society. Strong Leadership skills. Great athletes, family type folk. But I do know one thing. With so large an Army and so few actual plot-table acres on Mandalore, food is scarce."
"We can hunt."
"Yea but you can't fight a crusade without supply lines. And let me tell ya," She said, smiling.
"Commenors got her fingers in every supply line there is."
"Hailing freqs are open, requesting landing now."
She nodded.
"Chance I can get one of those deathsticks?"
Kerry glanced up surprised.
"You smoke?"
"Used to be a peasant working a street stall. Of course I smoke."