Aleidis Zrgaat
Young soul from an older generation.
It wasn't often that Aleidis Ijet went to a bar. Damn rare, in fact. It wasn't that she couldn't - indeed, there were few places in the Galaxy that could keep the Ghostling out if she had half a mind to enter them - but simply that it wasn't her style. Boisterous crowds and clumsy people were something of an annoyance to a normal person. When you were a Jedi who's spine would break at a pat on the back, though, they were a freakin' terror.
Even if she was wearing her structural integrity belt, Aleidis would likely never fully get over her aversion of bars.
But they did make for a terribly convenient place to meet someone. Public enough to establish an alibi or discourage nonsense, dim and noisy enough to prevent any potential eavesdroppers. And everybody knew where the closest was, they were never hard to find. When you had to rendezvous with someone, there were few better places to do so than the local watering hole.
It was for this reason that Aleidis Ijet, former Supreme Chancellor and Barsen'thor, sat in a quiet corner booth nursing a glass of blue milk while looking warily around her. She'd explained her plans to @[member="Jorus Merrill"], who'd assured her that he could handle the more technical aspects of what she had planned; all that was left was for her to garner allies and support. He'd given her two names - @Seroth Ur-Rhan and @[member="Rosa Mazhar"]. Powerful people, with powerful friends and a powerful dislike of the warmongering monster the Republic had become. Aleidis Ijet had a powerful need to recruit them. So she'd sent a powerfully compassionate plea, and a powerfully hopeful invitation to meet at one of Silk Holdings' various... holdings. Space stations. Whatever.
Contact information had been given, why not use it?
Aleidis was dressed about as normal as ever - a teenage girl in Jedi robes and a saber on her hip drew attention. A teenage girl in a shabby second-hand shirt, ripped jeans and dusty boots did not. Beside her, on the bench, sat a well-worn leather satchel, with her immediately needful things in it - Aleidis had carried the same bag for nigh-on five years now. Even if she'd once been the face of freedom in the Republic and general scourge of slavers everywhere, out here in the boondocks, she was just another almost-human face among the masses. Were it not for her slightly pointed ears and black eyes, she could have passed as human so long as nobody saw her feet or paid attention to the quiet, lambent glow her natural bio luminescence produced. She'd used that to her benefit before.
Across her sat a Togruta girl around her own age. @[member="Codi Zrgaat"] was about as common a sight around Aleidis as her own shadow. Sometimes more so. "Tell me I'm being silly for being so nervous." Aleidis sighed, her voice quiet and lit with a faint accent - the remains of a childhood without the Common tongue, growing up on a backwater tribal planet that hadn't ever bothered to progress past the bronze age. "I keep going over things in my head, but worrying that this is some kind of elaborate set up. We can trust Jorus, can't we?"
Even if she was wearing her structural integrity belt, Aleidis would likely never fully get over her aversion of bars.
But they did make for a terribly convenient place to meet someone. Public enough to establish an alibi or discourage nonsense, dim and noisy enough to prevent any potential eavesdroppers. And everybody knew where the closest was, they were never hard to find. When you had to rendezvous with someone, there were few better places to do so than the local watering hole.
It was for this reason that Aleidis Ijet, former Supreme Chancellor and Barsen'thor, sat in a quiet corner booth nursing a glass of blue milk while looking warily around her. She'd explained her plans to @[member="Jorus Merrill"], who'd assured her that he could handle the more technical aspects of what she had planned; all that was left was for her to garner allies and support. He'd given her two names - @Seroth Ur-Rhan and @[member="Rosa Mazhar"]. Powerful people, with powerful friends and a powerful dislike of the warmongering monster the Republic had become. Aleidis Ijet had a powerful need to recruit them. So she'd sent a powerfully compassionate plea, and a powerfully hopeful invitation to meet at one of Silk Holdings' various... holdings. Space stations. Whatever.
Contact information had been given, why not use it?
Aleidis was dressed about as normal as ever - a teenage girl in Jedi robes and a saber on her hip drew attention. A teenage girl in a shabby second-hand shirt, ripped jeans and dusty boots did not. Beside her, on the bench, sat a well-worn leather satchel, with her immediately needful things in it - Aleidis had carried the same bag for nigh-on five years now. Even if she'd once been the face of freedom in the Republic and general scourge of slavers everywhere, out here in the boondocks, she was just another almost-human face among the masses. Were it not for her slightly pointed ears and black eyes, she could have passed as human so long as nobody saw her feet or paid attention to the quiet, lambent glow her natural bio luminescence produced. She'd used that to her benefit before.
Across her sat a Togruta girl around her own age. @[member="Codi Zrgaat"] was about as common a sight around Aleidis as her own shadow. Sometimes more so. "Tell me I'm being silly for being so nervous." Aleidis sighed, her voice quiet and lit with a faint accent - the remains of a childhood without the Common tongue, growing up on a backwater tribal planet that hadn't ever bothered to progress past the bronze age. "I keep going over things in my head, but worrying that this is some kind of elaborate set up. We can trust Jorus, can't we?"