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[Ordo]

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]


Ordo walked the corridors of his ship. He had received a message, telling of Sith in the ASA. His spies had reported a name and nothing more. He soon sent an invitation for this Anesia to meet him to discuss matters. His broad shoulder draped with a red cape of rank over his black and gold armor were the fear of many these days. Crew members rushed against walls as he passed and offered fear stricken salutes. Rumors said he killed two a day but bodies were never found.

He walked on to the bridge his heavy feet thudding as he stopped beside the ship's captain.

"Has our guest arrived?" He said is deep hollow voice causing many to increase their attention at their work.

"Not yet Lord." the captain said bowing low, "I will be happy to send word as soon as they are aboard."

"See that you do." he said as he walked away ignoring the salute that was given to his back.

He walked through the bridge of the Kandosii-type Dreadnought to the adjoining war room and sat at his place at the head of the table to begin going over reports from his voices and hounds.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

One of many trips began like this and many more would follow.

"Should I not return," there was a brief flicker of a smile, of arrogance, "let Salem know of my whereabouts."
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Those were Anesia's last words before departing Roon on yet another diplomatic mission. One that took her out of the Authority's territory and into a neutral area to convene with a member of the One Sith. There were many who had their suspicions about her and the invitation proved as much. A slow smile crept over her full lips when a Dreadnought came into view, shimmering with the backdrop of black; it's ominous state as much of a summons as the message itself. The necessary protocol had begun for docking and she sat, both arms settled on her lap. That of her mind ever stretching, feeling. and searching out what was housed on the massive metallic beast.

It had been a long time since she dabbled in another's darkness.

The process was expedient and before she knew it, Anesia was being led down a narrow corridor until it split into four directions. They fell left and the small space bloomed into the ship's bridge. Various eyes watched her as she passed, her own striking green gaze taking in a few before disappearing into the confines of the war room. Save her soul, the Sith Lord appeared nothing more than a well-polished, beautiful woman. A simple black dress usurped her curvy figure and fled just past her knees, stilettos of the same hue strapped upon her feet. She played the politician well- a uniform would have perhaps been too 'red of a flag'- so she opted for something less alarming, more posh and inviting to meet and greet @Ordo. The look upon her face mirrored the image she was portraying and she announced herself before the captain could, by stepping around him and to the side. This putting her in the Sith's direct line of sight.

A hand waved back at the man, clearly attempting to dismiss him.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]

Ordo pressed his hands to the table as he slowly rose and waved his hand at the escort.

"Leave Us." He said coldly as he looked at the woman from behind his mask.

Ordo motioned and all the chairs around the table pulled out for her to sit where she would. His large form took up the entirety of the chair as he eased back down to his seat. This woman appeared to be a business woman more than a Sith and he grinned thinking of how many he had seen hide in plain sight in that same way. He steepled his fingers and activated his helmet's speakers.

"Welcome." He said as he looked at the woman and watched the door close behind her, "Won't you join me?"

He motioned to the side a droid came out with a tray of drinks.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

Classy. Real classy there, @Ordo.


With the slightest tilt of her head and even lesser of a thought the chairs slid back to their respective homes. "Thank you," she paused, feigning a business smile, "but I'll stand." As neutral as the territory might be, she was still upon his ship and with that knowledge, the Sith would only naturally keep what options she had readily available. Gaining the comfort of a seat was something Anesia would rather not afford.


I will have one of those, she thought as a slender milk-white hand plucked a glass from the tray going by. While she would not sit, Jy'Vun did venture nearer to the helm donned man. Before a single drop hit her tongue the liaison of the Authority let the contents take a stroll up her nose, filtering the ingredients with only a whiff of her mind's eye. Only then did she indulge in a sip all while wondering why he was still wearing his silly hat.


This was after all, not very public. "I should like to see the man's face who blew the whistle..." besides the fact that she seen helms day in and day out and that it reminded her of a one [member="Vascious Relens"]. Anesia sighed and swatted away the thought with a metaphysical hand. "More often than naught am I the one who calls upon others... little do I heed the orders of others. It is a simple, reasonable request, no?"