Ismene Leone
Character
Byss could have been a universe away from Bothawui and still not been far enough for Ismene Leone's liking. It was not an impressive world, having been ravaged by the plague and fought hard to recover, yet for her it would always be a hellhole, the site of her first defeat. Oh, she had secured the necessary permits and the business would expand there; on the surface, it was a victory. Yet she had been thrown off balance, threatened, and made to think long and hard about subjects she had been avoiding every day of her life. The offer of an alliance wasn't one that bothered her, although in the long run she might feel otherwise. As a soldier she understood the value of allies, even if she struggled to keep them thanks to her charming personality. As a businesswoman, the one her parents were trying to mould her into, she was well aware of the benefits of scratching other people's backs. What rankled was that even though she had apparently won, Ismene felt defeated for the first time in her life.
"Cancel all my appointments," she snarled, striding off the ship almost as soon as it had landed. The secretary droid waiting for her began to beep as it processed her commands.
"Captain Leone, is everything alright?"
Ismene whirled around, her cold fury hitting the unfortunate assistant who had been awaiting the outcome of her meeting. The man quailed under her gaze and quickly found something else to be doing. Ismene strode from the landing dock to her apartment, the secretary droid tagging along behind - blissfully silent, for once. Even droids had a sense of survival, it seemed.
"All appointments cancelled for the next seventy two hours, Captain," the secretary droid confirmed once Ismene had sat down at her desk. "Would you like me to reschedule them?" Ismene gave a dismissive wave of her hand and the droid went to work once more.
"Damn him," she whispered, Kal's mocking smile having followed her across worlds. She shot a glance at the droid. "See-zee, where are my parents?"
The droid, one of the old CZ series, had been her secretary since leaving the academy and knew better than to ask questions, having been rebuilt on no less than five occasions after incurring her wrath. "Jareth and Lissa Leone are currently aboard the cruise liner Paradise Tours. They boarded approximately two standard days ago and have cleared their calendars for a further ten days."
"They're on holiday," she stated flatly.
"So it would appear."
Holiday. Ismene stood up, her chair flying backwards. They had abandoned her to that for the sake of a holiday.
"I will be in the training rooms in ten minutes," she bit out, shrugging off her jacket. "I expect to be there for some time. Ensure it is ready for my arrival." The jacket was flung across the room in her temper, where it knocked a vase to the floor.
CZ-41 took one look at her face and almost ran out of the room.
"Cancel all my appointments," she snarled, striding off the ship almost as soon as it had landed. The secretary droid waiting for her began to beep as it processed her commands.
"Captain Leone, is everything alright?"
Ismene whirled around, her cold fury hitting the unfortunate assistant who had been awaiting the outcome of her meeting. The man quailed under her gaze and quickly found something else to be doing. Ismene strode from the landing dock to her apartment, the secretary droid tagging along behind - blissfully silent, for once. Even droids had a sense of survival, it seemed.
"All appointments cancelled for the next seventy two hours, Captain," the secretary droid confirmed once Ismene had sat down at her desk. "Would you like me to reschedule them?" Ismene gave a dismissive wave of her hand and the droid went to work once more.
"Damn him," she whispered, Kal's mocking smile having followed her across worlds. She shot a glance at the droid. "See-zee, where are my parents?"
The droid, one of the old CZ series, had been her secretary since leaving the academy and knew better than to ask questions, having been rebuilt on no less than five occasions after incurring her wrath. "Jareth and Lissa Leone are currently aboard the cruise liner Paradise Tours. They boarded approximately two standard days ago and have cleared their calendars for a further ten days."
"They're on holiday," she stated flatly.
"So it would appear."
Holiday. Ismene stood up, her chair flying backwards. They had abandoned her to that for the sake of a holiday.
"I will be in the training rooms in ten minutes," she bit out, shrugging off her jacket. "I expect to be there for some time. Ensure it is ready for my arrival." The jacket was flung across the room in her temper, where it knocked a vase to the floor.
CZ-41 took one look at her face and almost ran out of the room.