The first woman to arrive at the scene was the redhead, @Annasri. Scherezade knew her from their meeting on Siskeen, and she had heard praises about her potential from Alwine as well. But all that dwarfed to nothing when the woman smiled and said it would be fine. That wide smile let Scherezade know that they were both at the right place at the right time.
The next to join was
Y
Yeetus Deletus
, and Scherezade just stuck her tongue out at him.
"We've got Churi stool samples if you really wanna take it to that direction," she warned the Skakoan.
@Enli showed up immediately after that, and the Blood Hound almost immediately offered him to spar with her, when he said instead that they should wait for more people.
Fine. But she still wanted to know what he was capable of. He would be part of the delegation that would soon be going to Siskeen, and it was always best to know how the people on your side fought when it was needed, and how to build efficient battle teamwork out of it.
"Oh, hey, I've been wanting to see how you fight!" Scherezade grinned when
Hanna
arrived. She knew her sister was training the Wild Hunt like nobody's business, and she'd fought with some of them before, but she hadn't seen Hanna in months and didn't know where she stood.
She waved to
Brie Jaxx
as she showed up, and while she heard the words of @@Will Westender, it was
Brie Jaxx
's quick response that kept her from needing to break away from the weapons to go take care of stocks. Except… Yeah, there came that look from Brie. Scherezade removed a tiny pouch from her belt and tossed it to the woman. It held enough business credit cards she could use to pay for the shipment, and Scherezade would handle the accounting aspect of it later.
Who the heck would've thought she'd ever become knowledgeable about accounting?
Another person entered, a
Salem Norongachi
. It took her a moment, but she recognized him, remembering him from that place in the slums where she'd entered leaving literal blood prints behind her because she'd been injured in a fight. He refused to get her anything to eat. Still, she liked hm, and she wanted to go greet him, when-
And then came
that voice…
Scherezade's eyes moved to him.
Strider Garon
. She didn't need him to remove his helmet to know who he was. The sound of his voice was well engraved in her mind, courtesy of the memories her grandmother had burned into it before she released her from her imprisonment. The man was a large reason of why the deWinter-Mandalorians blood feud began so many centuries ago. It was why Scherezade had inherited so much racism and dislike for the Mandalorians, and why only a year ago she'd been such a prominent warrior in all the wars that had been opened against them.
But that was a year ago. These days, the place that Scherezade had helped create, the Agents of Chaos and everything that had to do with the Scintilla, was one that was open to Mandalorians. Not just passively open - sometimes they would intentionally seek them out. There was a lot of anger that many of the clans held after what had been done to them, and no one was above exploiting that. It wasn't just abuse though; the Mandalorians had been promised a free Mandalore in return for their help. And they had already gone once to the planet in the attempt to free it from SIth Empire hands, but that attempt had failed.
The Agents had learned a lot that day.
Still, a rusty sword flew into Scherezade's hand at the sound of the challenge.
"Fight me," she provoked the old man with a wicked grin, one that almost mirrored that of her mother, Nessarose deWinter, another one of her family that had directly fought against him so long before the Gulag began to spread.
"You've never succeeded in killing my grandmother," she half purred,
"I want to see why she never succeeded in killing you either."
Scherezade used the moment to launch herself at
Strider Garon
, her sword coming to swing from her top right side down diagonally, ready to scrap his armor across his torso if he did not move or block her on time.