Improvise Denon

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Denon Academy of Science

It was a glass conference room in the middle of the science wing. Long white hallways sporadically populated with lab coats, egg heads, and tech nerds. It screamed big money and glossy human ergonomics. Especially when the whole floor was run by an A.I. for a bonus.

Karen Roberts sat at the end of the conference table. Dressed in her black fur coat and pondering the holographic images that floated above the table. Something to do with Holocrons, but nobody could be sure just by looking at it. Karen tapped her chin and nodded to the schematics. Meh. It would have to do.

~ "Master Roberts. You're ten o'clock is here." ~

A smooth, but disembodied, voice called from the intercom.

"Thank you Ciri. Send him down."

Ah. Good. She had company today.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

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[member="Karen Roberts"]

This Master Roberts had come up more than once in his Mother writings. Jack had only been able to track down a small portion of what she had left behind, working of old starmaps and Instinctive Astrogation. So he'd set out to see her, and see who in the hell she actually was. He had a name to go by, and no face, nor anything else.

"Master Roberts will see you now. This way please."

Jack grunted, hanging his thumbs errant in his belt loop and following the Attendant. The halls were very technological in nature, whirring lights and fancy motif’s. He figured a fortune went into the construction itself. His brows were furrowed deep in thought. He was clad only in his Spacers coat with a white T-shirt, his trousers and a red and black handkerchief around his neck. Mandalorian minded folk would recognize the Colors as Clan Raxis, his own creation and input to the galaxy.

And only moments later the lift opened, and he stepped off into a room of large proportions with a single strange woman inside.

"So.... you're the Karen Roberts?" He asked, in a gruff voice.

 

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"Yep."

Karen nodded and waved the Attendant away. Her voice none too impressed. None too impolite either. Just, sort of matter-of-fact really. Like a Fleet Admiral you had just bored with a routine tactics briefing.

"I'm Karen Roberts. Holocron Division. How can the DAS help you today, Mr..?"

Introductions then. That was fine. Karen straighten up her back and let the hologram over the long table linger. She was a tall woman, strong of body, and booming of voice. She'd been a Navy gal once and it showed in her posture and her stately chin. The way she could look down upon anybody without ever meeting her equal. The Force radiated from her too. It practically screamed 'Jedi Master' to anyone sensitive enough to perceive it. This was obviously a woman who had spent the better part of forty years cloaked in Force energies. Not to mention a few trips to the Netherworld of the Force and beyond. Her clothing was simple and black. A fur coat, black gloves, and tall fur boots. Easy on the eyes and a glamorous compliment to her every womanly curve. In fact, she didn't look a day over twenty seven. Thank the Force for that too. She was practically wearing the Force for make up these days too. Gosh.

So when Karen said, yep. She sorta of meant, yep. This wasn't her first rodeo.

[member="Jack Raxis"]