Echo? Do You Copy?

[Mariya Pyne]

Kayleigh rubbed her eyes. 0300. Why do I do this to myself? She leaned back in her chair, looking up to the dimly lit skyline as she yawned. Her body yearned for sleep, but her mind would have none of it. She stood. The woman looked out her door into the director's office, the shared space of her secretary, and a few key advisors offices that shared this level of the complex. Nobody was there this late, or early, depending on how you looked at it, except for perhaps a few engineers with nonstop minds like hers, that valued their time at work much more so than their time at home.

She turned and looked back to her wall of plans, theories, and development cycles. The Revenant Class A has finally passed all tests and is being put into production. I can finally replace my prototype with a field tested version. She took her datapad and placed it on her desk, lifting herself up to sit on it as she swung her feet back and forth slowly, trying to wake up her body so that she would not need to submit to the calling of her bed.

No, she was here for a meeting. A meeting to which was classified beyond Top Secret. Beyond the prying eyes of government, and beyond the necessity to involve anyone else. A small, unmarked envelope had been delivered straight to her desk earlier that day, one that even her secretary Meredith was not aware of. Where did this come from? She had no idea how it made its way to her desk, but her interest was certainly peaked. The note said but a few words.

//Classified//Top-Secret//
Care to discuss our mutual problem? If so, 0400 - holomeeting on secure channel 716-842.
//

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Geneviève flipped on the holocomms device from her command deck on Intangible, the stealth blockade runner drifting not too far outside the orbital event horizon of her homeworld of Chandrila. It was time for a meeting over a 'dark' channel--one she was not sure would actually occur, but would if the contact's curiosity had been sufficiently piqued. Most people investigated strange things like vague and unmarked envelopes, whether they were pranks, priority information, or bomb threats. Such was the way things worked for those who had common sense.

Clad in her practically religious black garments, Lasedri gazed out the viewport at her lush green home, and to the stars beyond. She swore she could see the lights of the Sith fleets blinking in the distance. It was just a waiting game now--waiting for Ms. THI; waiting for the ravenous Sith to descend upon the world below like the vile carrion they were. Hopefully, everything could be arranged in time to prevent the worst from happening.

Blood seeped from her gums, and she realized she had been clenching her teeth far too tightly. Her hate for them was virulent. And there was a particular one that her bloodlust was founded in. She would kill them; her, and save the galaxy. If only she could acquire allegiances with these fresh companies that had begun to pop up in service to the Republic. It was about time for a reckoning, and she would funnel all her personal wealth into the destruction of the Sith war machine, if that was what it would take.

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"]

 

[Mariya Pyne]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

Kayleigh looked at her watch as the minutes ticked by. One after another, after another. 0400. I thought I might die before it ever arrived. She patched in the channel she was instructed to according to the unaddressed note. 716-842. She waited until the connection was received, before speaking from her chair within her office. "Greetings, my name is Kayleigh Tyven. But, judging by this note that was left on my desk earlier, you already knew that. My question is, how did it get there, and, what is it you believe our mutual problem to be?"

Kayleigh wasn't sure whatsoever as to what, or who, to expect on the other end, and she was even less sure of what the note actually meant. Kayleigh had lots of problems, but one that was mutual to someone else? She couldn't really tell.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Gen smirked as the transmission initiated and [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] introduced herself. It was good to know that her message had gotten through and there was at least nominal interest in whatever this mysterious contact had in store. "Hello, Miss Tyven," she greeted, noting that the young woman had failed to inquire abut her name--and she was absolutely fine with that. The less she knew about Geneviève, the better. "To answer your first question: It's really not that difficult. I'm sure you're savvy enough to figure out a way." Of course, that was assuming she might consider the possibilities of less natural methods.

"As for your second question: I'm sure you're aware of the war going on right now. We have several problems, do we not?" Gen smiled lightly, certain that this woman would have an inkling about what was up. They were both in business; both in war.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Kayleigh tossed her legs up onto her desk, running her hands throug her hair as listened to the woman speak. "Well, if I am to take a stab in the dark here, I must assume that you have a real savvy messenger, to drop something on my desk to which nobody had seen enter. And as for the second question, I am acutely aware of the war. are you looking to have something manufactured for the Republic? No. If that were the case, you wouldn't have asked for this meeting at such an absurd time, and in total secrecy."

The young woman lifted her legs off the desk and placed them underneath her, eyes squinting as she bit the lower half of her lip. "Generally speaking, when someone asks for a secretive meeting, it means that 1. They are looking to build something off the record, without prying eyes, and 2. That something is either illegal, unsanctioned, or delicate. So, what exactly are you looking for from me? Miss...What should I call you?"

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Gen laughed on the inside. She had not needed a messenger, for she was her own in this case. But she would leave that up to this younger woman to figure out on her own.

However, to suggest that she could not possibly be intending on creating something for the Republic was a little too presumptive. But Lasedri was understanding of how odd the situation was, her presence not one most were familiar with. And that was just the way she liked it. "Oh, but I do intend on helping the Republic. But you are correct in deducing that this is a bit... touchy.

"I'm looking to slay the beasts, Miss Tyven. And you can call me 'Gen'."

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"]