Hawke
The Strategist
Dromund Kaas - Sith Naval Headquarters
It had been rather uncommon of late for her to be around headquarters; less then the infrequencies she'd been about at all. Hawke had constantly been off jumping star systems to land in the heavy action, where she really belonged. Heleska was still vivid in her mind. Capturing Blackwell Station without a shot. The recovery mission to Umbara her latest success.
Today she'd been summoned by the Grand Admiral of the Navy himself. @[member="Aken Bosch"]. Fortunately she knew this was nothing of ilk for her. Not with him anyways. If someone wanted her to go on a suicide mission it would be a regular admiral giving the orders. Captain Hawke was casually lounging on a sofa. Her delicate fingers slid across a small holonet enabled devices screen. Burning time before she was brought in to speak with the Grand Admiral. Not much the mood most would take with such an important engagement with the boss. She was of Katamirth blood of course; stalwart folk who didn't bleed fear often. Off to the side of the Captain was her hat. Resting upside down on a coffee table. Proper manners indicated one didn't wear a hat whilst relaxing. Hawke opened up a new tab, an add for Galactic eMatch.com took up the whole screen. "Again? How do these things get passed the blocker. Must be glitched". Hawke went back to the previous page to try and go back without the ad. The notion passed her of the ads purpose, or rather the site itself. Silly of her to be thinking such things at this moment. Her positions duties provided her with little free time on solid earth for dating someone. Hawke smirked and brushed the matter aside. Her site came up ad free this time. Soon some secretary or aid would shuffle along to take her to Bosch's office.
It had been rather uncommon of late for her to be around headquarters; less then the infrequencies she'd been about at all. Hawke had constantly been off jumping star systems to land in the heavy action, where she really belonged. Heleska was still vivid in her mind. Capturing Blackwell Station without a shot. The recovery mission to Umbara her latest success.
Today she'd been summoned by the Grand Admiral of the Navy himself. @[member="Aken Bosch"]. Fortunately she knew this was nothing of ilk for her. Not with him anyways. If someone wanted her to go on a suicide mission it would be a regular admiral giving the orders. Captain Hawke was casually lounging on a sofa. Her delicate fingers slid across a small holonet enabled devices screen. Burning time before she was brought in to speak with the Grand Admiral. Not much the mood most would take with such an important engagement with the boss. She was of Katamirth blood of course; stalwart folk who didn't bleed fear often. Off to the side of the Captain was her hat. Resting upside down on a coffee table. Proper manners indicated one didn't wear a hat whilst relaxing. Hawke opened up a new tab, an add for Galactic eMatch.com took up the whole screen. "Again? How do these things get passed the blocker. Must be glitched". Hawke went back to the previous page to try and go back without the ad. The notion passed her of the ads purpose, or rather the site itself. Silly of her to be thinking such things at this moment. Her positions duties provided her with little free time on solid earth for dating someone. Hawke smirked and brushed the matter aside. Her site came up ad free this time. Soon some secretary or aid would shuffle along to take her to Bosch's office.