A Message to a Templar

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Word had reached the Twi'lek of a possible asset, and while as a generally rule she did not recruit, preferring to let those who wanted to be a Raven come to her, there were always exceptions to the rule. A woman who had recently cut herself loose of any times or loyalties with a skillset that may well come in handy considering the galaxies current climate. In any case, it cost the Twi'lek nothing to extend the invitation.

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To: [member="Jenna Templar"]
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

Ms Templar,

I understand you currently find yourself unemployed. It can be so tiresome looking for independent jobs, never sure if your employer will pay up. You have an interesting skillset, one I could use. Perhaps you would consider working for the Red Ravens?

You'd get a retainer of course, and bonuses on a job by job basis.

If you have any questions, or would like more details, do message me back.

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[Tanalth]

In her dingy apartment in the back-end of whatever planet she found herself on, Jenna Templar had received a message. At first she thought it was another job offer, playing merc for money as per usual these days. Instead she found it was an invitation to the Red Ravens. She knew about them and how, back in the day, the Omega Protectorate had been trying to take them down before they became a larger threat than they were. Obviously that had failed, just as much as Jenna felt her life had after the events of the Netherworld incident. Part of her wanted to just delete it and be done with it, but after reflecting on how much she could use at least some type of action to remind her of the old days, she basically said to herself "Why they hell not?".

Her replay was simple.

"When and were?"

JT

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Well that was quick and to the point.

Maybe she's Mandalorian.

That thought came with the increasingly familiar itch. The feeling that it ought to be connected to something, caused by something, but that something wasn't there. There was no context. She tried not to think about these things too much, that way lay madness, or at the very least things she had apparently seen fit to have her own mind shredded to be rid of.

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To: [member="Jenna Templar"]
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

Dragon Palace Casino, Antecedent. At your earliest convenience.

Do let me know a day before you arrive, or else you may wind up waiting a day while I'm in transit. We'll take care of accommodations of course.

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