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General [member="Mrrew"]: staunch hero of the Mytus VII battle that went out-of-control while the Benefactor scratched her brow; brave infiltrator of Empires; fearless commando in the touchy situation that brought this price on Gen's head. This loyal cat--one who had been with Gen since the very uncertain beginning of her group--had requested the audience of the trenchcoated woman recently, and she had no reason to refuse such a request. In fact, she essentially owed the meeting to him.

There was a sort of odd tension in the message she had received from him, however. And the timing of the request hardly seemed coincidental. His occupation as Beast Hunter seemed to have opened him up to more than just preying on exotic creatures, as an unfortunate run-in with an unknown bounty hunter had resulted in a brief detainment and interrogation. He had remained strong and withheld vital information in the course of this event--a thing that Lasedri was incredibly grateful for, though she may not have visibly shown it--and was the one she trusted to handle things should something befall her. But the mood did not seem too good today.

Sitting at her desk in her personal quarters in the secret Heklor base, Geneviève checked her timepiece frequently in anticipation of her general's arrival. She had a feeling that whatever news he brought might not be what she wanted to hear, but she hoped that her best man had other things to talk about instead. Gen had few people she could truly count on, and it would be a shame to lose one of those few.
 
(This is set a week or two ago, right?)

Mrrew activated the control panel to the blastdoor to [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]'s quarters, sending the door sliding open. The Togorian was wearing his normal gear and then some, even in the Heklor base. There was no such things as being to careful, anymore. Something or someone could show up around any corner. Mrrew sqeezed through the doorway, and nodded to Genevieve. "Hello." Mrrew stood, since the chair presented for him would likely be smashed into bits if he sat down.

He had been with the Rebel Alliance since he left Kashyyyk. He was one of the oldest members- and he was with the Rebel Alliance in nearly every mobilization. But after the bounty hunter, and the rise of his buisness, it was becoming to dangerous to risk the general galaxy discovering he was linked with 'Terrorists'. It was becoming to dangerous. The Togorian wasn't sure if he was being selfish or not; but it didn't matter. He had to do this either way.

"Thank you for meeting with me... I'm sure you know why I'm here?"
 
(Right.)

"I have a hint of a feeling, yes," she replied, standing up to match [member="Mrrew"]'s posture--not so much as to be polite as to not be awkward, staring up at a soldier that was already quite taller than Gen without her sitting down. The Benefactor pursed her lips, uncertain as to how to proceed tactfully. She was a pedigreed Chandrilan who had a bit of a narcissist streak in her. But even she realized that there was a time and a place to at least try to be more sensitive. "But I'm hoping I have more favorable news from our war hero instead."

Geneviève's right eyelid fluttered fervently for a moment, and she brought her finger over to the eye and pressed softly against the cornea, reinserting the colored contact to cover her icy white eye with a brown iris to match her other. "All I know is this isn't a happenstance meeting, is it?"
 
Mrrew smirked slightly at 'war hero'. Really, the most action he had had was at a factory raid that went horribly wrong... But it was appreciated, nontheless.

"All I know is this isn't a happenstance meeting, is it?"

Mrrew shook his head. "Sadly, the reason I'm here is as much as you thought. To most of the Galaxy, we're known as terrorists. Thousands know we're not but that's not the point. Trillions think otherwise. I'm sure I know why you keep your identity secret both here, and with your company. Being revealed is dangerous. The bounty hunter knew who I was, knew I was connected with the Rebel Alliance. And could have very well put those videos on the holonet rather then give them to me. I would be publicly known as a terrorist. " Mrrew paused for a moment, contemplating his next words. "I'm sure you understand why that can't happen..."
 
Geneviève very nearly smiled. "As you said, I can't be known as a terrorist, either. Not yet, anyway." She crossed her arms and briefly closed her eyes, trying to get a grasp on whatever emotion was emanating from him. He was right on all counts, and it was insensitive to think that the scrape with the bounty hunter had not affected anything. It was quite frightening to her, as well.

"What exactly are you asking for, though?" There was still a chance she could salvage her general somehow. It was perhaps a selfish notion, but there really were not too many she could spare--never mind her very first general. "More obscurity? Demotion? Less commitment? You know there's no obligation." Gen tried to subdue any guilt tactics, though it seemed to be the way she naturally edged. But if she truly believed the words she said, she would have no choice but to let him go without troubling him further.

Hopefully, that was not what he was intending.

[member='Mrrew']
 
(Sorry for the late replly, I never got a notification. Also, to any of those reading this, this is set awhile ago, Mrrew's already retired.)

Mrrew frowned. She was making this difficult. But no matter how obscure he was made, any involvement was dangerous. He wanted his company, the Beast Hunter's Gulid, to continue running. If the Gulid's CEO was found out to be a 'terrorist'? That wasn't an option. Mrrew sighed, obviously unhappy with the decisions he had to make. But they were for the better, in the long run. What was the use of a jailed General? That's exactly what would happen if his link to the Rebel Alliance was made public information. "I'm sorry Genivieve." It was obvious in his tone of voice what he was implying. He was sure she would have done something similer in his position. He hoped so, anyway.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]
 
She tried to act like she did not care. She could always find another Rebel to take her big cat's place, in actuality. But that was not what she wanted. She did care, even if she would not admit it.

Biting her lip contemplatively, Geneviève leaned her back against the wall and folded her arms. For a moment, all she did was stare at the floor, suppressing all genuine emotion as she tried to focus on the matter at hand and accept that someone else would need to fill [member=Mrrew]'s shoes. There was not much sentiment within the hard woman, but this one--he had been her pillar from the beginning, whether he knew it or not. There was a time when he had even taught her things through example.

So now he had to go. She understood, but that consoled her little. "Well. Frak," Gen sighed. Then her mouth began to part, and a chuckle began to gradually emanate from a smile no one had seen in years. This was not supposed to happen--not with her. "Gonna miss you, big guy."
 
Mrrew smiled. "And I you." She took it far better then he'd thought she would. Maybe she did, anyway. It was hard to tell. But she laughed... Mrrew didn't think he'd ever seen her laugh before. "It was good being here while I was. Thank you for the hospitality, and for trusting me with everything you did." Mrrew paused for a moemnt, before giving a quick nod. "Good luck."

(Sorry for the short post, I just woke up)
[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]
 

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