Hell's Admiral
"You'll have to tell me more about this place," Fiolette remarked to Hightower, "and if I hadn't said it before, it's a pleasure meeting you Admiral Hightower." And then she turned to the other person there, "and a pleasure to meet you Admiral Castex." Respectfully of course as they walked through the gilded halls of the Sith Order's Navy. There hadn't been much time for Fiolette to get re-acclimated to things it seemed the Sith Order had been very busy in their warmongering. Thus it fell to Imperials and their ilk to aid such a war machine in its endeavors. "I'd also like to know what ships we're dealing with, both ours and potential threats? Have you been able to get any scans of what they're systems are capable of?"
She questioned as they walked through the corridors heading to an office, or conference room. Fiolette hadn't quite remembered where, "and uniforms, I realize that seems quite trivial but with several subfactions vying for power it seems prudent to ensure that everyone is wearing the same uniform. Have we gone away from the black and red? Is that garrish color what we're wearing?" Fiolette pointed toward the blinding blood red, "in that cause I'll be happy to replace it." Personally at that, aesthetics was very, very important. She herself wore a classical black and red uniform perhaps a bit more utilitarian than it should be.
She questioned as they walked through the corridors heading to an office, or conference room. Fiolette hadn't quite remembered where, "and uniforms, I realize that seems quite trivial but with several subfactions vying for power it seems prudent to ensure that everyone is wearing the same uniform. Have we gone away from the black and red? Is that garrish color what we're wearing?" Fiolette pointed toward the blinding blood red, "in that cause I'll be happy to replace it." Personally at that, aesthetics was very, very important. She herself wore a classical black and red uniform perhaps a bit more utilitarian than it should be.
