Two-Bit Con Artist
Kamino
Tipoca City
The sound of rain was a constant. In the morning she woke to it, in the evening she fell asleep to it, and for the last two days it had accompanied every step and waking thought. Even in the depths of the city, there was a subconscious awareness of the driving deluge, just as with the movements of the sea itself. It had taken her a day to grow accustomed to it again after years on solid ground. Even in Tipoca city, large and relatively stable, one would occasionally feel the shift and swell of the ocean and need to make minute shifts in position and posture to feel on even ground again.
'Doctor Calais' had promised a week for the first stage of the project before she had to return to her other work. In truth it was all the time she could spare without the absence of [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] being noticed in Sith-Imperial space. She could get away with that long, but she dared not risk longer. Not yet. A week however was not so strange for the good doctor to disappear into a project, only to return, confused at how long had passed, back into people's attention. It was a familiar enough habit of the clone, and one Irajah intended to utilize for her own ends without hesitation. These days [member="Darth Carnifex"] rarely called upon the family physician, but just in case Irajah had set up a relay for the 'priority' level of the message that would come through. If he did, she could easily claim to be off planet but would of course return immediately. In its way, the deeply anti-social nature of the clone he had made of her, and placed in such a position of trust, had been exactly the tool she had needed to begin building the base of her vengeance. Hubris, at its finest.
While her purposed for being here were ultimately her own, that did not mean that she did not give the lion's share of her attention to the project she had been hired for by [member="Adron Malvern"]. It was in fact only when one of the lab assistants gently reached out to touch her shoulder that she was brought up and out of the simulated projection, blinking in some confusion.
"Doctor Calais? Have you been here all night?"
"Hmm? No of course not. Just since you left on your break." It was nice to put aside the caustic persona of Vain and return to herself, the purity of her work. In a way, this was almost like a vacation for her.
He smiled ruefully. "That was the end of my shift, Doc, not a break."
"Oh." A pause and then. "Oh. Oh alright, yes, I have then."
It explained the tight pain at the center of her shoulder blades certainly, if she had been hunched over the three-dimensional projection and testing splices for ten hours without realizing it. With a sigh and a stretch, she unfolded herself from the stool, and sheepishly agreed to leave the lab in other hands. Get something to eat, get some sleep. With a groan, she stretched out her back, and headed out. A nod to the droid guards Adron had left in that sector, she headed out into the more public areas. The project was largely a secret, and casual wanderers were sternly discouraged. But she came and went as she pleased. And what she pleased right now, was a cup of caf and some time to unwind her mind from the work at hand. Sleep? Not before she had managed that and she knew it.
She picked up caf and a quick bite before taking the later with her and winding through the hallways to one of the observation rooms. Wide open windows all along the exterior opened up to a wide view of the stormy seas outside. This time of the day they were largely empty- too early for the usual after breakfast crowd. The high backed seats, facing toward the wide windows, were best suited to the native kaminoans, and when she didn't see the tops of any of those tall, slender heads swaying absently above them, she assumed this one was empty as well.
The mug of caf cupped in both hands, the diminutive woman stepped up to the window, taking a sip and sighing as she did. A shift, a small sound, and she turned, hazel eyes blinking in some surprise. The room was not as empty as it had seemed- only empty of the too tall locals. Not that he was short- just enough for the back of the chair to block. Quiet for his size, but then, Irajah was used to that at home wasn't she?
" 'Morning," she offered with a smile. "Apologies, I didn't see you there."
[member="Sarge Potteiger"]