A Song of Smoke

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Irajah Ven"]
[member="Cait Falcor"]

The trip was rather uneventful save for a spot of turbulance as their shuttle made its landing approach. Clearing through customs they were meet by hotel driver and taken to a limo. As they cleared the parking lot, the driver rolled down the partition separating them and said to the two, "The Raven sends his greetings. There is a case under your seat which would contain the item you requested. You are booked at the Golden Plaza, an executive suite with a balcony view. If you need anything I will be your contact. My name is Cjance by the way." He sounded friendly enough for a human. Should they check the case it wuld contain anything they needed but could not take through customs without drawing too much attention.

[member="Titan Kryze"]
[member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
Each of them was approached individually by remote drone, when they were in private the drone would play its prerecorded message. A hologram of Daxton would appear before them and speak, "Greetings young warrior. I come bearing a gift which may be of interest to you. Our interest seem to have intertwine so I ask that you grant audience to a young human female called Mockingbird. She may halve a lead which you can serve your interests. All I ask is that you grant her a few minutes of your time and listen to her tale. If it pans out to your benefit then perhaps we can cooperate again in the future. Until next we meet, I am your most humble friend."

 

[Kuzo]

Three Days Ago:

The good doctor has put out a call. A certain mercenary of her acquaintance, one [member="Cait Falcor"], proven both in valor and temperament (not to mention cursing and tastes in huttnoughts), received a message.

Ms. Falcor
I find myself in need of a soldier of your abilities. The job is simple on the surface, but dangerous in earnest. Surface, I require someone to accompany me to Yavin and, to be blunt, keep me safe. In short, I require a body guard. I have never written a message like this, am I doing this right? That all sounded stunted, even to me. Anyway. Yavin. Bodyguard. I'll bring the alderaanishes. And of course pay you. You in?

Oh, and you'll have to pick a code name.

-Irajah Ven, Mockingbird (I didn't pick it, don't make fun)

Now:

Irajah Ven, hereafter to be refered to as Mockingbird, perused the case, cataloguing the supplies she had requested. The improved version of the field medic pack which included a small, portable scanner. Had they included doses of the experimental treatment like she had asked? She'd have to look. A few non-lethal varieties of grenades, glop, cryo and one that she didn't recognize (and frankly, wasn't labeled, who put this together?). Rebreathers and safety filters. A data pad with slicing capabilities. Emergency Patching foam and Extinguisher foam (she'd gotten a funny look on those). The money she had been paid on the onset had been transferred to a cred-stick- not attached to an account. It had seemed the safest method to keep the money untraceable while they were on Yavin and to access it if needed. Hmmmm, she'd been expecting a portable plasma incinerator, but it wasn't here. Ah, but they *had* included the electroshock emitter. Good. Hmmm, couple other odds and ends. She started to sift through them.

Cait Falcor, hereafter to be referred to as Sentinel sat on the other side of the back seat. There was a half finished box of Huttnought alderaanishes between them. Most of her equipment requirements had been fine going through customs. Apparently a gun and tool kit were really all she needed.

"We should have stopped for caf," she muttered, half to herself, half to Sentinel. "A hotel like that though, shouldn't be e problem." Swanky. 'Raven' had gone all out for his operatives.

Operative. She was a fraking doctor, not an operative. What was she doing here?

Chimera.

That's what she was doing here. She took a deep breath, holding it for a moment, and letting it back out. Looking up, she smiled at Cjance.

"Thank you, Cjance," she said quietly. "I assume we have a remote way to contact you?" Duh. "I mean, is it safe to use commlinks or is there a better way?"

[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]

 

[Cait Falcor]

Cait Falcor
Yavin - Hovercar
________________

Cait sat next to [member="Irajah Ven"] in the back seat as Cjance drove them around.

"We should have stopped for Caf"

As Ven waxed about Hotels and Caf Cait thought to herself This Op seems awfully fancy - real holovid cloak and dagger type stuff. Let's do our best to pretend we're not horribly out of place rubbing elbows with these people.

Turning her attention back to the car at large, Cjance was finishing his introductions. And Ven was thanking Cjance - Quick, better contribute. "mmhmm phankuu"! Cait smiled and nodded to Cjance, her mouth full of Huttnought.

Cait was working through her second handful of them, little orange and white orbs of dough the guy at the shop had called "BB-8's". She didn't get the reference, but he could have called them Bantha Poo Doo and she would have adored them - they were positively sinful.

Ven's right, some Caf would really go perfect with these.

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Irajah Ven"]
[member="Cait Falcor"]

"There should be dark green box in there. Open it and you will see flesh colored adhesive strips. Attach one your throat just above your vocal cords. It will not affect your normal speech in any way. To activate it. Press either side with your thumb and middle finger, when you contact me on your comms. It reads the vibrations of your vocal cords and electronically alters it over the comms. Anyone listening it will only hear white noise." Glancing bavk through the rearview mirror he advised, "I can be reached on band Z640, its already saved on your comms."

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

As the droid finished speaking , Undin quickly replied, "Mmm ,sure , where will this audience be located?". As he was waiting for a response , he checked if he had all of his gear. Phrik Bracers , check. His ranger's set , check. His Hermes Feather Boots, check. His three sabers, umm where was that last one? Undin looked at his belt , to find his two regular sized sabers , but where was that small one? He couldn't have possibly lost that one! It was an antique , it was treasure! It was... it was in the back of his belt. Also the young boy had with him 3 vials of Boost , even thought he knew he couldn't take more than two , and that would already be pushing it.With his red armour on , he was ready to go. He just needed to response from the droid. But before he could respond , he asked "Also who sent you here?".

[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Cait Falcor"] [member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Delsin Shaw]

A drone?

Of all things to be meeting me, it was a Drone. Once it got to me, there was a prerecorded message. One that mentioned me as a Warrior. Likely there would be others there as well. Ones that I wouldn't know. If the Zabrak had mentioned Mandalorians, or even the correct term of Mando'ade, then I might know them. This questioned what may be happening with this. I had no idea what to expect. Would this be a full on mercenary styled front, where I would have the chance of fighting many people, or was this a simple job that I would only have to gear up for the everyday job. Sighing at the drone, I received the information to where I was needed to go.

Preparing my gear, and everything I needed, I ignored Gale as she was asking what I was doing. Gathering all of it up, I headed for my ship, and set off.

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Unspecified time later

"What is a Mandalorian doing here?"
"His job. Now tell me what is at these coordinates."

After talking to the questioning female at the spaceport, She informed me of the place I was going. Nodding my head once of her thanks, I left a tip. Turning around, I walked out towards the door to the spaceport.

"Are you going to tell me what you are doing Zephyr!?"
Shake of the head.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't even know. I was contacted for a job, and asked to come here."
"And you trust them?"
"No. People outsource people to help when they can't trust people, or need someone who wont talk."
"So are you telling me you are a Mercenary for Hire? Oooooohhh, Zeph is a scary Mando with a big attitude."
"Scary Mandalorian, yes. Big attitude is only at you."

She scoffed at me, and then disappeared from my sight. Wasn't happy about the little quip I had towards her. Honestly, if she wasn't willing to watch me do what Mandalorians do on a daily basis, then I didn't want to force her to do anything. Talking to myself now.

"Don't blame me. I only want to protect you."

Looking down at my HDSS, I followed where I was supposed to go.

[member="Undin Jaii Kryze"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Cait Falcor"], [member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Titan Kryze"],

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

The droid said to the boy that he had the right to choose the location for the meetup. Yavin seemed a good place.But where in Yavin? The boy remembered that he had once stopped in Yavin to buy some sweets. Undin put in the name of the store in the droid. Upon closer inspection to the recorded holomessage , he noticed that it was [member="Daxton Bane"] , his fellow teammate in the Huttball game that had happened not long ago.
He then went to take a transport shuttle to said planet , because his V-Wing had been blown up.

As he arrived to Yavin , he went to the sweets shop and looked around to see if he could find Mockingbird . Undin expected the woman to know what he looked like , because if she didn't , then it would prove a challenge to find eachother.
[member="Cait Falcor"] [member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah's eyebrows rose as he explained, but she just nodded and followed the instructions. Handing one of the adhesive strips to Cait, she peeled the backing off of her own. Tugging slightly, she pulled down the high neck of her tunic, deep bruises visible for just a moment as she pressed the subvocalizer to her throat. They were covered again a heartbeat later as she fiddled with her communicator, finding the preset channel.

The barest trace of a frown ghosted across her face. She hesitated for a fraction of a moment before finding another comm channel. Glancing up to make sure Cjance was paying attention to piloting, she tilted the screen toward [member="Cait Falcor"], nudging her slightly to get her attention. She showed the other woman the channel, meeting her eyes for a second and then nodding. That would be the channel they could communicate to just each other on. She would pick a third channel for the mission at large when the time came. After all, they had people to meet.

She hadn't received names for any of her contacts here on Yavin. But she did have a picture to facilitate the meetings. Each person was to be approached separately- each had given a different location. It was a way to keep these people safe; they wouldn't all gather until after first touch had been made. It was also a way to keep her safe. If something about of the meet up locations was dodgy, or she just had a bad feeling about it, she could simply leave again, their contact never knowing who she was. It was a small comfort when she was so far out of her depth.

Taking out the datapad, she keyed it on. The information was sparse, but she already knew what to look for. A snap shot and a location floated there for each respondent.

"Are you taking us to the hotel first? Or to the first meet? It's not that far from here."

A candy store. Hmmmm.

[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Anaki Sann"]

 

[Delsin Shaw]

After getting to my spot, It was still silent from Gale. However, I could feel the slight anger at me. Honestly, I knew she would get over it. She was someone who forgave others when they showed they were not against her. She trusted me. She had to honestly. We were tied somehow, and it was from our stupid markings. It was from this, I wanted to try and befriend her as much as I could. We had to work together. We had to know each others strengths.

"Look, I'm sorry. If you don't like what I do, then its going to be hard for us to agree on stuff."
"It's not that, but how you don't really care that I am here."
"I do care. I am... I just don't show it very easily."
"Then can we both understand that we do things for a reason? I know very little about your people, most of the galaxy at large."
"Then lets agree to work past each others weaknesses?"
"Agreed."

I waited a moment, Actually turning to her, and inclining my head.

"Thank you."

Now that, that was dealt with, I waited for us to be met with this Mockingbird.

[member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Cait Falcor"],

 

[Titan]

Titan was in his Gavin office, the Techno Empire had recently purchased some Freedom class space stations so he was filing the purchase when a droid bonked into his head. It told him to go to a cantina. Really? Really? When Titan hated drinking. It was an insult, but then who would look for him in a cantina if they knew him? Nobody, that's who. Grabbing a briefcase containing a pair of Phrik bracers, 6 of the newly made Silver Thorns, the auto keys to his pod, the Corellian Pride, and a regular pistol. Oh and 15 spare clips. Hopping in his pod, he headed for the cantina.

[member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Cait Falcor"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Irajah Ven"]
[member="Cait Falcor"]

"Well that would depend on your preference. I was advised that I was to be at your disposal for your stay. Should you want a lower more discrete means of transport I can make arrangements for a private vehicle for your use. So would you prefer to go to the hotel first or shall I plot in a course for a different destination?" Cool as a cucumber, he gave impression that he was used to odd requests from his passengers. "I am a hard worker. My family depends on me, its not easy to raise six young ones in this day and age."

[member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member="Titan Kryze"]
Each of the Mandaloreans was given the chance to pick the place of the meeting because Daxton knew they would never agree to a meeting in an area they did not scout or control. Once they were in place, it would be up to Mockingbird to decide if the meeting would push through. They had no idea what she looked like which would afford her a moment to observe and make a decision to initiate contact or not.

Should any of them bother to scout or scan their surroundings, nothing would be amiss. The places they picked would have a sprinkling of regulars mixed in with usual lot of transient faces. Nothing out of the ordinary so far...

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah frowned, a thoughtful, troubled look.

"Let's meet with our contacts," she said slowly, not knowing if she was making the right decision. It felt less wrong, and sometimes, that was the best she got. "For now, I think it's best that you drive us, but we may require other arrangements later."

Cjance nodded, turning the wheel in a new direction.

*****

Each meeting proceeded along a basic pathway, with only a few deviations. She and [member="Cait Falcor"] would approach the locations each Mandalorian had stated. She understood the logic behind it- apparent safety for each contact from their point of view. But also compartmentalization. If things ended up going south with any one of them, the other contacts wouldn't be compromised. Not until she was sure of anything at least and made the decision (if that were to happen) to bring them all together in one place.

Cait would enter the location first, casual and friendly. If she felt it was safe, she would send a sub vocalized message to Irajah. If either woman got a hint that something was amiss, either could call off the touch. However, each initial meeting was in public places, well lit, and surrounded by strangers. At least, for now, everything seemed on the level.

Once the location was deemed safe, and there was no obvious threats, Irajah would find their contact. All of them male (though one a child, which struck her as strange). [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] was met at the candy shop. [member="Titan Kryze"] and [member="Zephyr Carrick"] at two different cantinas. In each case, she simply approached, sliding in to a booth across from them without a word. Cait remained at a distance, monitoring.

"Don't tell me your real name," she opened with, her voice quiet, almost too quiet to be heard above the din. "Call me Mockingbird. I'm here because the Mandalorians are in grave danger, threatened by the works of a madman. Listen closely, because I have little time and will not repeat myself."

She paused, leaning back and gathering her thoughts (though in each successive meeting that pause was shorter)

"I am seeking an armsdealer who may be manipulating local government in to a dangerous situation. He is a ruthless killer, but cunning, subtle. We," who this we was, she did not explain, nor would she, "have reason to believe that he has brought a very potent, very contagious biological weapon in to play- he may be attempting to sell it to the government here or to a private individual, or he may simply be using for his own devices. Unfortunately, our intel is slim. This is why we've contacted you."

Hazel eyes searched their faces, though what she was looking for would not have been immediately clear.

"We are looking to track down further information about this man. We have no interest in upsetting local government, as they seem to be tied to his dealings. But the biological agent he has already unleashed on at least one person that we know of is heinously dangerous. We need people who can move within the Mandalorian community without causing waves, and start looking for leads that will get us more information on this man, and hopefully, eventually track him down. Your name was passed on to me as an individual who cared about the fate of your clans- someone who would help us find a man who thought nothing of infecting someone with an agent that carries a 82 percent fatality rate and is highly virulent. While the previous patient was contained before he could infect others, a man willing to take that kind of action is one that could put all of the galaxy at risk for a repeat of the Gulag Plague."

'Mockingbird' sat back, dark curls framing her pale face. She had been calm throughout, but there was always a certain tension, a fire in her eyes as she spoke the last sentence. It was, after all, a subject she could not be neutral about.

"You will, of course, be compensated, based on the quality of the information discovered, should you agree. If you do, I will supply you with what information we have. It is, I won't lie, scant. But what little there is will not be passed on unless I know you are willing to at least look in to it. You of course, understand."

Breathing in deeply, she frowned ever so slightly.

"You do not have to give me an answer now. If you wish to think about it, I will arrange for a way for you to get in touch with me at a later point. And only then will I answer questions. So. Win, lose or draw? You tell me."

She sat back, waiting for their answers. Yes? No? Or would they need to think about it.

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Cait Falcor]

Cait Falcor
Yavin - Various Locales
_______________________

Things had taken on a steady Cadence. Cait had found that working as a bodyguard for one [member="Irajah Ven"] was less like protecting a mark and more like spending time with a new friend, while just coincidentally carrying a blaster pistol beneath her jacket and always keeping herself interposed between aforementioned friend and any unsecured entrances.

So...just a normal Tuesday really. Plus there were frequent Hutnought and Caf stops. Truly, Ven was a woman after Cait's own heart.

Downtime was spent at the Grand Yavin Occidental, a truly opulent resort (by Cait's "Grunt" Standards). Cait and Ven were setup in a Suite...Cait even had her own pullout Couch. Truly, these are the good times.

The Occidental also had excellent gym facilities. Those Corellian Cream Filled's still count, even if I am on the job! She had joked to Ven on her way down to the Gym for the fourth evening in a row.

The gym had a handful of Regulars, a Gamorrean named "Ugg" who easily hefted Cait's best lifts for his Warmup Set, and "Creega" a Zabrak woman - also in personal security. Cait had asked Creega to spot her once, and they'd just kind of...kept hanging out.

Such was the way among gym-folk. A fist-bump here or a head-nod there, and you were mates on the Path of Iron. Cait didn't even know Creega's last name, but she knew all the sordid details of her shambles of a love life. Freelancers don't do so well with commitment Ugg had mournfully observed one morning, after he'd received a "Dear John" letter from his partner "Allan" - who was a Dentist back of Taris.

***

The "Work" part of the job was standard fare - scope out the joint, and let Ven know it was safe. She'd met her contacts over a two week span - even in the age of Hyperspace Travel the galaxy was still an unfathomably huge place, and traversing it took time.

Though Ven and Cait seemed to be growing into friends, the Work stayed compartmentalized, Cait didn't really know why they were here, who was paying Ven, or what dangers might be around the corner. Cait sometimes wondered if Ven knew.

***

And then...there was Cjance. On learning that he too was a parent, Cait had started to try to learn about his SIX kids. Cait made very sure to sanitize her stories, but she and Cjance would sometimes sit in the Speeder for hours while Ven was in private meetings and talk about parenting. He'd thus far kept things similarly close to the chest - and Cait respected his wishes there, but it was clear that herding Six kids and working a fulltime job was about 2/3's luck and 1/3 just accepting whatever The Galaxy handed you that day.

Underneath the 'I'm a bad ass underworld delivery-driver' exterior, Cjance was just a working schmuck like the rest of us, and while she would not extend the word "Friend" to him, they were at least closer than just coworkers.

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

As Mockingbird arrived , she caught the boys attention with "The Mandalorians are in grave danger". This was Undin's chance to get on the board , and not ot be dar'manda. As she spoke about plagues and stuff , he understood nothing , nada, only his mission was recorded in Undin's brain, "Get information." , he wasn't the type to be a spy , but if it took that , to be a true Mando , then be it.

As the woman asked if he wanted to win, draw or lose , he again got confused , but went with the safe bet of "Win, of course. Also , call me Little Boy.".

[member="Cait Falcor"] [member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Titan Katan"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Cait Falcor"]

In their downtime Cjance would share stories of his past, how he ran away to enlist before he was fifteen or the time he got suckered into marrying his third wife while applying for his galactic license. Clearly a man who has been and a proud father who was afraid his children would follow in his footsteps.

From what stories he shared his children were all enrolled in state of the art universities, one was even in training to take the robe of an apprentice Force user. He hoped to retire one day and breed fighting fish, a very popular and lucrative sport among Red Ravens.

Offering some rum for their kaff from the silver flask he kept in his left jacket pocket, "What about you, my friend. What do you plan to do when this life of danger and excitement we lead begins to grow old?"

 

[Kuzo]

(ooc: I've been waiting for the other Mandos, but I'm going to press ahead. If they want to join in again, they are more than welcome. I'll address multiple scenes in my posts when it's necessary to keep things going.)

[member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]

Irajah had nodded, just once, before pressing on. Now that she knew he was in, there was a little more she would share.

"What I am about to say you are not to put in to writing or record in any way, under any circumstances. The man we are looking for goes by the name 'Chimera'. We do not know what he looks like, or even his species. What we do know is that his has a history as an assassin- and a very effective one at that."

She had already before mentioned his possible ties to local government, and his cavalier attitude about infecting someone with a clearly deadly pathogen. She did not repeat herself here, merely pressing forward.

"What we need is information, not contact. Under no circumstances are you to attempt to confront this man. He is dangerous and unpredictable. I have no intention of being the one to cause an outbreak on Yavin. I expect you to be as circumspect."

It was not a request.

"You can reach me by dead-drop. We will not be in direct contact unless I decide it is safe. That is for your benefit as well as mine. You dead-drop location is a package delivery service called MPS, located just outside of the garment district."

She handed him a key card. "This will open a secure deposit locker on site, number F-12. The number is not on the keycard, so don't forget it. All information you find for me about 'Chimera' can be left there. Do not include his name on anything you leave. I will assume it means him. Do you have any questions?"

*****

[member="Cait Falcor"]

Back at the hotel, while Cait had been relaxing between contacts, Irajah had been scouring local news sources, looking for any pattern of out of the ordinary events. She did not skip the obituaries. She stayed in the suite, which made it easy for Cait to have that time to herself. In fact, other than to order food (something she routinely was forgetting to do) or meet one of the contacts, she rarely took her attention off of the holo-net those first couple of days. Was there anything to find? She didn't expect it, but it was the first place she looked.

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Cait Falcor"]
[member="Irajah Ven"]

The Force works in mysterious ways, sometimes in ways one cannot predict or expect. While scanning the holonet filled with martial rhetoric against the Sith a brief video segment caught their eye. The video was primarily a fluff piece for Saduer Hideoza, spokesman for Clan Spears of Putakinamo. He was speaking about the lack of will to take the fight to the Sith, when in the background a large hovertruck pulled out of their compound. On the side of th vehicle was a logo of a snake, a dragon and a goat. Unfortunately the angle of the camera prevented seeing the logo name of the company and it was gone from the screen seconds later.

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah had been getting drowsy by the time this particular segment had come on. She had a half finished cup of lukewarm caf [member="Cait Falcor"] had brought her, her cheek pressed hard against her hand, propped up by her elbow on the desk. She was only half listening to the actual words that were being said - more political ballyho- when the truck went past in the background. She almost missed it.

"Wait-"

She sat up, blinking and moving so fast to hit "pause" that she knocked the caf on to the floor. Irajah hardly noticed as she leaned in, squinting tired, bleary eyes at the screen.

"Yes, yes- that's it," she murmured, pulling up a new search. She didn't expect the company to be named anything to do with Chimera of course, but she'd try typing that in to a search for local businesses anyway first. After that she'd try spelling variants on the name, and then start branching out from there- references, direct and oblique.

"Cait? You awake? I found something"

​She didn't realize that it was two in the morning.

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Irajah Ven"]

After spending another hour and half, she was able to find out that the logo she saw was registered to an off world company called Chimaera Holdings. What little could be dug up was an old holo article buried in the business new was a small blurb stating that Chimaera had signed an exclusive deal to supply the Spears with medical supplies. Otherwise no other articles could be found aside from one where it was alledged that one of their trucks was involved in vehicular accident but again it got buried.

Further research wouod only show that Chimaera is registered to trade in several other worlds but again very little concrete can be obtained.

 

[Cait Falcor]

Cait Falcor - Yavin
[member="Irajah Ven"] 's Room - Comfy "Destroyer of Afternoon's" Couch.
Drooling on a Naboo-Lace pillow
[member="Daxton Bane"]
___________________________________

Cait was just getting to the good part - you know - when all of a sudden.

"Cait? You awake? I found something"

Cait bolted straight up, a blaster pistol in her hand, but not pointed at anything. "Wha? muuuuVEN STAY DOWN!" she called out, not entirely up yet.

Cait became more and more aware of reality, and turned to Ven ensconsed at her desk with Caf mugs and half eaten Yoba Noodle Bowls and a swarming maelstrom of holo-screens and terminals.

For all of that, Ven looked exhausted but more or less put together. That's basically where I left her when I nodded off...Cait stood - Alderanish crumbs flaking off her stolen "Property of JEDI ACADEMY Athletic Dept" tee shirt and running shorts and padded over. She was barefoot, and trying to brush her hair back and into something less messy...so she bumped into the door frame into the office. "Who put a door here?!" she grumbled to no one in particular.

Bending over, while also scratching at her mid-back, she squinted at the holo-screens, absentmindedly munching on a pair trio of Ginger Wookies. They seemed to glare at her barely awake eyes.

"What? Political nonsense. Go to sleep, its late "