To Test One's Mettle

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Location : Nal Hutta ; The Vrotoa Hunting Camp
Local Time : 0930 Hours
Theme Music : The Hu : Wolf Totem

Zenva stood alone in the center of her Clan's military Outpost. Her fierce yellow-red gaze tracked the sun as it broke over the dense trees of Nal Hutta's thick swamps. Almost lazily the Matron put her cigarette to her painted lips, taking a long, slow drag, and exhaling a cloud of pale smoke about her. Slowly the Zabrak turned her back on the sun, her heavy crimson leather duster whipping around her legs as she moved.

Zenva's eyes swept the clearing that was her family's first training ground's command center. Small buildings dotted the area, many concealing the entrance to underground facilities. Mechanical engineering bays here and there to service the squadrons of Walkers and Fighter Craft that the Outpost housed. Barracks, Mess Halls, Medical Suites, this Outpost had nearly everything it needed to remain independent. As she walked a smile slowly crept onto the Matron's sharp features.

In time Zenva came to stand upon the landing pad her guest was supposed to be using when she arrived. The Matron's eyes swept the sky once before she moved to clear the pad. Content to wait, the Zabrak finished her cigarette, and settled on a bench to watch for the arrival of her old associate. One long leg soon came to rest upon the knee of the other, her riding boot clad foot bopping in the air idly.

[member="Luna Terrik"]

 

[Luna Terrik]

Location: Nal Hutta – Vrota Hunting camp landing pad
Time: 0935 hours
Tags: [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

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It certainly wasn’t often that Luna got to leaver her post nowadays. With her newest promotion to the general of the dauntless forces, that meant she was practically always on duty. Especially with how the Confederacy always seemed to be expanding and in need of the services of her division. At least that was how things were progressing lately. It wasn’t something she would complain about whatsoever, but it certainly did leave her very little time to take care of any personal business she might have, or even escape the confines of the military.

However, there were certainly people she could find time to pull away from her duties for. One of those, a certain Zabrak that she had past acquaintances with, reaching out to her once again and offering for her to come to Nal Hutta was definitely one of those people. Especially when that offer came with the ability to sharpen some of her hand to hand combat skills. Though, the offer to catch up was the part that got her on the shuttle in the first place.

As the confederate military shuttle landed on the designated landing platform outside of encampment, the redhead made her way to the back of the shuttle, hitting the ramp button with the side of her fist. The smell of the planet did make her wrinkle her nose a bit, electing a little cough from the general. Once she composed herself again, the general made her way off the shuttle, scanning the area where she had landed. Green eyes caught the red skinned zabrak awaiting her, and with a little smirk, Luna began to stride toward the alien, giving her a little wave. “You couldn’t have picked a little nicer planet to start your operations on?” She teased, smirking fully now as she walked up to the sat form of the Zabrak.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva remained seated while the shuttle landed. Her foot dropped to the ground only for the other leg to cross atop the knee. Her fierce yellow-red gaze tracked the young redhead as she made her way down the shuttle's ramp, and as she crossed the pad toward the waiting Zabrak. At the comment, Zenva laughed, a warm, musical sound. She gestured with her off hand toward the nearby swamps. "I started here, General."

The Matron rose to her feet finally, pulling her heavy leather duster back as she set her hands on her hips. Zenva always carried a weapon, but as she showed off her miniskirt clad waistline it was obvious the Crimson Lady was carrying very few. "You forget. I started in the criminal underworld, my Hearts. Nal Hutta, it's moon, their neighbors, it's all very valuable real estate where I got my beginnings."

The Zabrak paused briefly to quite obviously give the young woman a once over. "Command looks good on you, Luna. I'm pleased for you. Shall we walk?" She gestured once more towards the swamps, or more accurately, the base her Clan was carving from the stinking bogs. "A short tour on our way to the exercise yards, hmm?"

[member="Luna Terrik"]