New Face, New Guns [Invite Only]

[Lina Ovmar]

[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Captain Larraq"]

There was a necessity for discretion, for keeping her identity as quiet as she could. She couldn't tell you why such discretion was needed, only that she felt like it was. Thus far, only a handful of people knew that Mia Monroe was very much alive. She wanted to keep it that way until the time was right, but her desire for resources required her to expand that handful by one more.

Captain Larraq was not high on her list of favourite people. He was arrogant, headstrong and had been responsible for the sacking of Dromund Kaas. An act that put the mandalorians in the same league as the sith, so far as Mia was concerned. But his arrogance was not misplaced, just overly loud, and Mia had enough hubris to throw around without someone else trying to compete for the lime light.

Her comms blinked suddenly and she sat up to answer.

"Your access codes have been confirmed, Captain"

"Finally! What took you so long?"

"There were some...disagreements about their credibility."

"I bet there were." she muttered. The codes were old, and tied directly to Mia herself. She expected some sort of dispute over them. Afterall, who uses the access codes of a dead Mand'alor and Field Marshall? "Please proceed to docking bay eight. A party will meet you there."

"Will this party be as welcoming and friendly as you?" she replied sarcastically, adjusting the course of the shoddy transport ship she'd stolen from Aedan towards the allocated bay of the Goten-class drydock.

"I sincerely doubt it."

Sarcasm was utterly lost on some people.

She'd called ahead to Anija asking her to be here to help verify who she was, she'd expect Arrbi to be with her, but even with the expected presence of friends, she could not shake the apprehension about revealing herself to Larraq. The docking clamps locked onto the ship sending a shudder through its frame. shoving aside her uncharacteristic nerves, she disembarked to see who would be there to welcome her.

 

[Captain Larraq]

[member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Anija Ordo"],

Rygel Larraq had been busy enjoying the luxury of his office while he went about the business of running his company. Or, more accurately, catching up on what he had missed while he had been on vacation and Anija Ordo had been running the company. He and the woman had already discussed the matter of his absence and the future of the company during their brief stay in the hospitality of his sister...

A message flashed across his desk computer that sucked his attention away from the mound of paperwork that Anija had happily tossed upon him. Access codes were being used to dock aboard one of the Mandal Hypernautics shipyards that orbited Mandalore. Were it not for the age of the access codes, and the specific set of codes being used, his attention in the matter would not be warranted. People asked for his attention all the time. Most of those times, it was one employee or another that greeted them. But this set of access codes came from a corpse.

So, naturally, his curiosity was piqued.

 

[Captain Larraq]

The cause for the extensive delay for [member="Mia Monroe"] was not due to any administrative confusion or round-about double checking of security clearance. It was, pure and simple, to stall the captain of the transport ship long enough for Larraq's personal shuttle to make the journey from the surface of the planet to the orbiting shipyard. It was not a long journey, but the few minutes it took would likely have weighed quite heavily on the nerves of the young captain that had been placed on hold for the duration of the flight.

The secondary, and entirely more reasonable justification for the delay in granting docking permission to the transport was so that security personnel aboard the station could be prepared. The vast majority of occasions where out-dated codes previously belonging to a confirmed corpse have been used, the person attempting to do so was either a spy, an assassin, or a saboteur. Rarely, the situation would entirely be the fault of faulty administrative actions and the appropriate individual would arrive alive and well. And on at least one occasion, security guards were shocked to find that the access codes were indeed being used by the individual they had originally been issued to... And that they had indeed passed away at some point or another.

When the magic of Sith and Witches plays across the void, the galaxy can be a strange and terrifying place to live.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Rygel Larraq eventually found himself with two boots firmly planted on the metal deck just inside the docking port the transport had been directed to. “Let her in.” He said at last to the docking control officer, communicator near the collar of his uniform relaying the message to the bridge of the station. The airlock door slid open for [member="Mia Monroe"] and she would find herself faced by Rygel Larraq adorned in his typical fashion. Subtly lined alone the wall behind him were five Hyperion Security Marines, weapons and bodies at parade rest as they awaited further orders from their employer.

It did not take long for Rygel Larraq to realize that he was not looking at the body of Mia Monroe. Hers was a buttox that could not easily be forgotten. “Welcome to Shipyard Zero-Bravo-Three.” Larraq said politely to the imposter. Monroe or not, he still wanted to discover the intentions of the woman before he took action. “How can we be of service... Ms. Monroe?”

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia's gaze wandered over the security guards, eyes taking in details such as the tension in there shoulders, the occasional flick of their gaze to Larraq. She smiled slightly, before settling her eyes upon the Captain himself. For a moment, she said nothing, she simply studied him.

"I need your help to develop a new ship." she replied simply. "Care to oblige?" she asked, eyes flicking to the guards once more.

"Or do you plan on using them?"

[member="Captain Larraq"]

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Captain Larraq"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"]

Anija wasn't far behind Larraq, but it had taken her shuttle a bit longer to get to the station that his, for she had come from the Protectors' installation. Between that, and her duties at Mandal Hypernautics, Anija found herself quite busy of late. That did not mean, however that she would ignore a message from her ba'vodu - Mia Monroe. That alone caught her attention. As she entered the docking area of the station, her eyes narrowed. The presence of the Marines was not lost on her.

She sighed. She couldn't fault Larraq for it, certainly. But she didn't like it. Squaring her shoulders, she strode into the docking area, and came to s stop next to Larraq, though her gaze was for Mia alone. "You requested my presence, ba'vodu...?" she said softly, reaching out to Mia with the Force, hoping to ease the woman's tension - if only a little. She knew the term would get Larraq's attention. And she hoped, that it would pull attention off Mia for a few moments so the older woman could explain.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Larraq smiled at the comment about his guards. "The guards are simply a precaution. As I'm sure you can understand." He said to the woman as he motioned for her to follow him onto the station and down the corridor. "I've no qualms about picking up a new customer... But I must say, the deception is unnecessary. Mandal Hypernautics does business with a wide range of individuals. And your credits are as good as anyone else's." He continued as they began walking down the hallway. The Marines maintained their position well behind them, nearly ornamental parts of the station for the moment. "But I'm no fool. Faces may change from time to time, but Mia Monroe had a much nicer butt. So why don't you tell me who you really are, and then we can begin talking about this ship of yours." Larraq said as he walked beside the woman.

It was at this point that [member="Anija Ordo"] trotted up to the pair. Larraq was in the process of greeting his associate when she instead directed her greeting towards the woman at his side. Larraq knew well enough that she was not calling him Ba'vodu. If she were, he and [member="Arrbi Betna"] would likely be having... disagreements in the near future. No, she had clearly addressed the woman by his side as Ba'vodu. [member="Mia Monroe"] or not, the woman was clearly a part of the Ordo or Betna clan.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia returned the polite smile though it didn't quite meet her eyes. She'd caught Larraq looking plenty of times, and normally at inappropriate moments. Slender legs fell in step next to the Captain. "I can assure you, there is no deception. I am who I say I am." Whatever comment she had planned regarding Larraq's tendency to have wandering eyes, drifted from her mind as [member="Anija Ordo"] approached them.

"Su'cuy vod'ika." She said brightly, relaxing slightly, reaching back to her through the force in gratitude. "I hoped you could have some input in this design, not to mention, this process would go a lot faster if I didn't have to spend the next hour convincing the Captain I am who I say I am."

[member="Captain Larraq"]

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Captain Larraq"]

Anija sighed softly and nodded before turning her attention to her employer. "What proof do you require in order to confirm Mia's identity...? Something tells me my word wouldn't be quite enough." For the moment, she ignored the presence of the Marines as her attention went to Mia again. "I'm always up for a new design..." She frowned slightly, and looked at Larraq, giving him a bit of a searching look. her next question was directed back towards Mia as she waited for Larraq to reply.