Erud'ryz'ladre
Spock Meets Chiss
[member="Cryax Bane"]
Location: Bane Innovation, Nar Shaddaa
Erud'ryz'ladre had been in many situations which would have caused others to lose control of their bowels. She had had to deal with persnickety old billionaires, keep bratty heirs and heiresses out of harm's way, and, recently, protecting her criminal boss from enemies who had no qualms with shady dealings.
And yet, this simple request on her day off caused her to feel almost...nauseous. Mr. Bane had requested a meeting with her, and the Chiss could not figure out why.
It didn't help that he requested it to be held in his office. His office.
Her boots echoed off the floor as she walked down the hall. The building was sleek, modern, and chic -- the complete opposite of what she was used to. Even at the Academy, the place was efficient, often times resulting in a lack of decorations in favour of utility. And everywhere were individuals clicking away on datapads and devices and talking about algorithms and-- well, doing everything that screamed "techy". It was all very uncomfortable, and did nothing to relieve the tension she was feeling.
Finally, the woman made her way to her employer's office. Nodding her head rigidly at the secretary, Dryzl stated, "My name is Erud'ryz'ladre. I have a meeting with Mr. Bane."
After a moment, the secretary looked up from the screen and nodded. "Please leave any weapons on my desk. You can have them back after."
Wordlessly, she removed both of her pistols and turned the safety on before handing them over. Taking a deep breath, the Chiss recomposed herself so that only a Force User would be able to tell how perturbed this request was making her feel. Then, smoothing down her two-piece suit she normally wore on duty, she stepped forward and knocked firmly on the door before poking her head in.
"Sir?"
Location: Bane Innovation, Nar Shaddaa
Erud'ryz'ladre had been in many situations which would have caused others to lose control of their bowels. She had had to deal with persnickety old billionaires, keep bratty heirs and heiresses out of harm's way, and, recently, protecting her criminal boss from enemies who had no qualms with shady dealings.
And yet, this simple request on her day off caused her to feel almost...nauseous. Mr. Bane had requested a meeting with her, and the Chiss could not figure out why.
It didn't help that he requested it to be held in his office. His office.
Her boots echoed off the floor as she walked down the hall. The building was sleek, modern, and chic -- the complete opposite of what she was used to. Even at the Academy, the place was efficient, often times resulting in a lack of decorations in favour of utility. And everywhere were individuals clicking away on datapads and devices and talking about algorithms and-- well, doing everything that screamed "techy". It was all very uncomfortable, and did nothing to relieve the tension she was feeling.
Finally, the woman made her way to her employer's office. Nodding her head rigidly at the secretary, Dryzl stated, "My name is Erud'ryz'ladre. I have a meeting with Mr. Bane."
After a moment, the secretary looked up from the screen and nodded. "Please leave any weapons on my desk. You can have them back after."
Wordlessly, she removed both of her pistols and turned the safety on before handing them over. Taking a deep breath, the Chiss recomposed herself so that only a Force User would be able to tell how perturbed this request was making her feel. Then, smoothing down her two-piece suit she normally wore on duty, she stepped forward and knocked firmly on the door before poking her head in.
"Sir?"