A Lieutenant's View [Republic]

[Cristina Zeitlin]

Chazwa​

North Market​

Galactic Republic​

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The young woman sat quietly, leaning back in her chair as steely blue hues slowly traced back and forth over the words that rushed across the screen of the datapad. A smirk crossing her lips as she watched the State of the Republic. The smirk only growing larger as she continued to listen and watch the events unfolding. ​

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"Finally..." ​

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She thought to herself, slipping further back into the chair to get even more comfortable than she already was. Those sitting at the table with her seemed to be enjoying their drinks, and at a glance it was difficult to tell that this little group were even part of the Republic Navy. Setting the datapad down she spoke up, a lower whisper so that her crew members could hear. ​

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"Finally the Republic has someone with some balls leading, and it took a woman." ​

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A small collective laugh and cheer came from the group, quickly quieted down by the woman as she went back to watching the address. Then her eyes flashed for a moment at the Black Flag Order. They were now being encouraged to kill any member of the Sith Order on sight due to their actions and atrocities. ​

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Even though she did support the Republic and was fighting for that corrupted beast, she still had the smarts to respect her enemy. It was a trait that she saw lacking in other officers, and more than once got her in a bit of trouble for voicing the opinion. She didn't support the Sith, she merely respected their capabilities for destruction, and just how orderly they were. ​

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Leaning forward to lift her cup to her lips, she took a sip of the blue milk that was before her. A small hissing disapproval of the bitter drink escaped her lips. It was a damn shame that she was technically on duty right then or she would be enjoying a bit of libation like the couple of crew members with her at the table. ​

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The thought occurred to her though that with the new order being given there would likely be a new push with fighting the One Sith. At least she figured there had to be one coming, the Republic couldn't keep holding the line forever without taking a swing. Then again, the Republic had to take a calculated swing, it couldn't just go out swinging wildly like some novice shock-boxer. ​

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[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]​

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Cristina Zeitlin"] |

Stepping into the northern market on Chazwa, Ella Nova made her way towards Cristina Zeitlin. Hooded in a dark garb, the Jedi Knight was here to speak with the officer about the war and the state of the Republic's navy.

The Jedi Knight was eager to dip her hands into the mud, you could say, and get into the thick of the war with the One Sith. The possibility of taking command of a Star Destroyer was inviting, as it meant that she could have a mobile base of operations to operate from, as she went about the process of rounding up the most dangerous of the One Sith's members. She would need everything she could get her hands on, for she would be dealing with Sith Lords.

Lowering the cowl of her robe, Ella stepped into the drinking area that Cristina was sat in. Her brown eyes searched the cantina for the officer. She wasn't familiar with the woman, so she was difficult to spot, unlike herself, who stood out as a Jedi.

 

[Cristina Zeitlin]

Chazwa​

North Market​

Galactic Republic​

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"Jedi Ma'am." ​

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The voice was quick and sharp as the message was whispered into her ear followed by a simple nod of the crew member's head. Those steely-blue hues looked up from the datapad she had been reading to observe the odd spectacle that had appeared at the small cafe. The Lieutenant took note, though she had not thought that the Jedi was there for her, perhaps another of her Order was somewhere in the building. ​

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"Noted. Thank you." ​

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"Ma'am?" ​

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"I doubt she's here for me, and if she is, I owe the table a drink." ​

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The small offer of buying the next round if she was wrong seemed to catch the entirety of those that had crowded around the table. Many of them then quickly began to take bets as to if the Jedi was there for the Lieutenant or not. Some even began taking bets on how long it would take the Jedi to find the woman as she sat quietly among the sea of people. ​

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Then again it might end up being easier to pick her out over many of the other patrons there. Those that were Republic Officers were dressed as such, as well as many of the crew members whom served on those vessels. Those few civilians were spread out, and no where near her own table, or making as much noise coming from the cheering of the crew members with her. ​

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For the most part it was rather easy to spot her among the other Republic Officers, after all the little bars pinned to her collar were a dead give away of her rank. It was the bars after all that made sure that she and her little group of her crew were still there, though some of the other Republic Officers kept looking over and scowling. What they did that for made no sense as she couldn't give less of a Kark or even two damns about what the other Officers thought of her. It was well known that she had been a former Criminal, a fact she never hid, or that a Judge had gotten her into the Academy and Officer training with his endorsement. ​

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There was only one person in this galaxy whose opinion matter to her, and he was a Judicial Figure half a galaxy away. Retired from his position and spending it on some far flung resort world. The thought entered her mind that perhaps she should go visit him sometime, though with the war going on she doubted if she'd have the time. ​

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"Maybe when I'm promoted." ​

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She mused to herself, not realizing that she had openly said it out loud. ​

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"What's that Ma'am?" ​

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Her crew member asked, hearing her little musing, though not as clearly as she heard herself. A loud cheer of the crew having drowned it out for a moment. ​

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"Nothing. Go back to your drink." ​

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[member="Ella Nova"]​