Hell's Admiral
Fiolette wasn't entirely sure what it was that she was going to be doing. What she did know was that Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis had requested that she see them. She was sure the report of her showing up on Anoat had made its way around. She arrived in a white leather jacket, with a gray colored top it mirrored her old uniform. Beneath it a simple black t-shirt, and a pair of leather pants. Cigarra between her fingers, and sunglasses hung off her black shirt as she was escorted into the temple? Palace? Palace, she determined by the looks of it. The choice of venue was certainly opulent almost as if it had been chosen for a distinct purpose. Fiolette couldn't shake the feeling that something was afoot. As she was escorted into an office, that was a massive library or at least possessed one.
"My lord," greeted Fiolette with a respectful bow, she pushed loose strands of red hair out of her face. "You wished to see me, you mentioned that you had a few schematics for me to go over?" Why she was chosen was... a mystery, there were now capable officers who could examine these details surely. Perhaps it was a matter of trust, or maybe Carnifex was going to build a super weapon. "Where is your uncle? Forgive the familiarity, I was told that he would be here as well." She wasn't sure if she was supposed to sit or not, combat boots crossed the opulent floors toward the Dark Lord himself. "Mind if I light up?" She gestured to her cigarra, it had been a welcome habit since her return, the way it soothed her nerves especially.