The Femme Fatal
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The map before Anaya shimmered every time she made a minor adjustment to it. Markers for every event that shattered the calm of the galaxy. The Fall of Coruscant; oh how angry she had been she couldn't be there to see it, and it was her final target too. Not to matter, she could still hit it, she could still unleash a terror the galaxy had never seen before. The battle of Carida had begun, drawing Republic forces to its defense, as well as Omega Pyre. And in the west? A battle raged for the rubble that was Dromund Kaas. Anaya snorted, such fools were the New Order to go after such a pathetic excuse for a planet, but whatever they went for, it worked well for her.
Chaos was rising. The Heralds of Chaos had even started to move too, all of it was falling into place. Eyes were looking in other directions, now all she needed was her insurance policy and she could contact Moira to begin the first tests. A simple task, one might think, but Anaya's insurance policy came in a vial. And it was on an Omega Pyre medical ship. To be more precise, it was the cure for the Denon zombie virus and it was on a Cardea Medical Cruiser. That information in itself had been hard to come by. Specifics, had been costly. Three agents had triggered explosives in their teeth after being captured, so families had to be compensated, she looked after her staff, despite what others might think.
Someone moved behind her. "What?" she said without looking up.
"He's on board, my lady." Lola's voice was calm and utterly un-fazed by Anaya's disregard of her, a beautiful lilac twi'lek, Lola was fiercely loyal. A trait common among the crew of this ship, simply because they were the ones she looked after best, they made the cogs of her business turn and for that, she owed them a great deal.
"Good, tell the Captain to proceed with haste and send my guest up here." There was a shuffle of clothing as her assistant bowed and took her leave stepping into the turbo lift the led to the bridge below her. Standing upright she swept a hand across the display and it went blank. She moved to the view port that stretched the width of the living area of her private quarters and clasped her hands behind her back and waited for [member="Mikhail Shorn"] to join her as the stars stretched into lines as they made the jump to hyperspace.
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The map before Anaya shimmered every time she made a minor adjustment to it. Markers for every event that shattered the calm of the galaxy. The Fall of Coruscant; oh how angry she had been she couldn't be there to see it, and it was her final target too. Not to matter, she could still hit it, she could still unleash a terror the galaxy had never seen before. The battle of Carida had begun, drawing Republic forces to its defense, as well as Omega Pyre. And in the west? A battle raged for the rubble that was Dromund Kaas. Anaya snorted, such fools were the New Order to go after such a pathetic excuse for a planet, but whatever they went for, it worked well for her.
Chaos was rising. The Heralds of Chaos had even started to move too, all of it was falling into place. Eyes were looking in other directions, now all she needed was her insurance policy and she could contact Moira to begin the first tests. A simple task, one might think, but Anaya's insurance policy came in a vial. And it was on an Omega Pyre medical ship. To be more precise, it was the cure for the Denon zombie virus and it was on a Cardea Medical Cruiser. That information in itself had been hard to come by. Specifics, had been costly. Three agents had triggered explosives in their teeth after being captured, so families had to be compensated, she looked after her staff, despite what others might think.
Someone moved behind her. "What?" she said without looking up.
"He's on board, my lady." Lola's voice was calm and utterly un-fazed by Anaya's disregard of her, a beautiful lilac twi'lek, Lola was fiercely loyal. A trait common among the crew of this ship, simply because they were the ones she looked after best, they made the cogs of her business turn and for that, she owed them a great deal.
"Good, tell the Captain to proceed with haste and send my guest up here." There was a shuffle of clothing as her assistant bowed and took her leave stepping into the turbo lift the led to the bridge below her. Standing upright she swept a hand across the display and it went blank. She moved to the view port that stretched the width of the living area of her private quarters and clasped her hands behind her back and waited for [member="Mikhail Shorn"] to join her as the stars stretched into lines as they made the jump to hyperspace.