I'm In a Blind- No, Wait, a BIND

[Watcher Three]

Watcher Three was sitting aboard the Spyglass' repair drydock, idly sipping at a beer whose only virtue for him was its taste. It wasn't like droids could get drunk, after all, no matter how impressive their sentience was. He briefly wondered when it was that the Typhoon's facility had become the de facto orbital stop for whoever was flying their cargo down to Virgillia.

He sat in his office, feet up on his desk, and filed away reports of landing permits as the station's computer sent them to his brain. And here he'd thought that running a mercenary company would mean never having a dull day. Oh, well...

[member='Juwiela Melec']

 

[Juwiela Melec]

It was rare that the piloting skills of one Rogue Squadron ever gained the right sort of attention. More times than not when someone chanced to note their talents it was thanks to another bounty being placed on their heads, such was the case with her own life being worth over one million credits. When she had been contacted by a man known only as [member="Watcher Three"] in regards to the Rebellion, it had come as a surprise that he wasn't one of the many enemies the resistance group had racked up over the years. No, his request had been in regards to business, something she had little experience with, being military first and foremost, however ragtag that background was.

But Juwiela had come regardless, not wanting to appear rude, and wanting to make a good impression on those their name hadn't quite reached. So it was that she sat in the cockpit of her fighter in the docking bay of a space station whose coordinates she had been granted. Finally she pulled her helmet off and set it by her feet, unzipping her flightsuit to reveal the casual dress beneath, nothing more than a dark shirt and pants with her bomber jacket thrown on over it, various campaign patches scattered about it and the Alliance logo emblazoned on the back. It wasn't the greatest ensemble to remain inconspicuous, but she was here as a representative, not incognito.

Without a word she sauntered into the specified office, not sitting down until invited and merely nodding in greeting, breaking the illusion of sightlessness the blue cloth about her empty sockets created. "Commodore."