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Relentless

Véspera sat in front of a sleek grey wall in the hangar bay. Though cloaked in dark robes, it was easy to make out her slight frame, thin from youth yet carrying strength, allowing her to go mostly unnoticed in the crowd, and one of the reasons why she had been chosen for this assignment. And, like her lineage, it was a privilege. At least, she reminded herself as much, whenever her gut clenched or she felt her hands become clammy.

Adversity, and heading toward danger wasn’t what caused her anxiety, there was always risk involved, and in fact, she loved the prospect of a good challenge. She was capable, and Véspera had faith in her abilities, but now it was time to prove her usefulness to their Supreme Leader.

She adjusted where she sat then straightened her spine, her robes rustling softly with her subtle movement. Véspera gave a sidelong glance for any signs of the man she’d contacted to aid her on this mission, [member="Itaska Relens"], feeling impatient.

The venture was of paramount importance for her and she’d been selective in who she’d chosen for the task on the journey ahead. She didn’t want to waste time on second-class for this quest, the type she was after needed to be a first-class kind of dangerous, and Véspera felt confident with the skills, wisdom, and experience that Itsaka offered. She was sure that her feelings were correct with this decision, and it would make her task that much easier.

With him, this endeavour to bring the usurpers to justice could be a success.
 
[member="Véspera"]

"You are going where?" Sal shouted out over the sound of the forge. His hammer went up and down against the thick metal, a clunk sounding everytime it crashed against the anvil. Metal being beaten into shape. Into weapons that they could use against the monsters that hid in the Unknown Regions. Sally was like the gorram mother of the merry band. Constantly fussing about his 'lads' and keeping a strict account of what they were up to.

Probably didn't get enough love from his daddy dearest and was trying to make up for it right now.

Relens sighed heavily, before putting his pack down and letting it lean against the wall next to the door. He had almost been able to slip away without Sal noticing. But it ain't a party unless ya had your parent bitching and moaning about it, no?

"Assignment, Sal. Some gal needs a hand on Tatooine."

Sal's back stiffened slightly. He was facing the forge though and Itaska couldn't see the expression, but he braced himself regardless. "Got everything ya need? Spare holster? Headgear to protect against the sand?"

Oh, that wasn't so bad.

"Because you know that those win-"

"I will be fine, Sal. Focus on the sword's edge. I will focus on the mission."

Sal just grunted and waved him off, finally.

Exchanging a nod with Railer as he walked out, Relens went for the transport. Where his new partner in crime would probably be waiting - he didn't get a lot of intel on the girl; Verpa, Serpa, Veraspa? No... that didn't seem right, but he would probably catch her name during the introduction, hopefully. Big, burly, scars lining every place not decorated by some piece of gear and strange goggles on the eyes.

Almost the exact opposite of Alida, really. But Relens was getting a reputation around these parts. A reputation for being competent, if slightly lacking in the social front. Good at keeping out of sight when necessary... and having the strange ability of almost knowing when someone was lying to him.

"Miss." Relens adressed her as he walked into the hangar bay.

Little thing. He hoped that she was packing more heat than she seemed right now.
 
“Hm?”

Véspera turned her eyes upon the hulking man before her, brows lifting marginally in question and her chin raised just slightly enough to look arrogant. Her head canted to the side and her eyes lowered, exploring the details of his appearance unabashedly. Slowly, her gaze trailed back up to his face, the goggles over his eyes leaving just enough mystery to bring her curiosity from only mildly interested, to moderately. He looked dangerous, and stars help her, because... he certainly didn’t fail to impress.

“You must be Itaska Relens…” She addressed, her mouth forming into a smirk.

“I am Véspera.” she offered, rising to her feet to face him, his taller frame looming over her. He exceeded her in both body mass and height, and in certain aspects he was definitely stronger than she was, but if she was intimidated by him, it didn’t show. Alida’s posture was relaxed, assertive.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she paused, inhaling. “I assume you’ve been briefed already, and know our assignment?” She turned on her heel, waving him to follow. Her pace was brisk and the ring of her booted feet was lost in the hive of activity on the bay, leading them in the direction of their ship. “I hope your performance is better than your timing mister Relens.” She stated, a bit of sternness creeping up into her voice.


[member="Itaska Relens"]
 
[member="Véspera"]

Ah... there it was. Maybe a little bit too much spunk for the first meet, but it was better than to cower in the corner and play the meek thing. Relens wasn't sure if she was hitting on him or simply phrased it badly... maybe he didn't want to know. Girl was so thin and fragile he would probably break her. Wasn't his type. The warrior stayed quiet and listened, before setting out behind her towards their mode of transportation. Nondescript ship; nothing that could be tied back to the First Order if they or the ship was caught by the Techno Union - technically the two nations had a solid relationship.

But Itaska doubted that their superiors wanted to test said relationship by getting caught in the middle of a political assassination. Something told him that the Union wouldn't appreciate a black ops operation being executed within its territories without their knowledge.

Just a guess, really.

"I got the details." Relens responded after a moment. The eyes behind the goggles studied her form as she walked in front of him: haughty, trying her best to come off as confident and knowing exactly what she was doing. Ah... the folly of the youth.

"My timing is on point, ma'am. It just runs on my clock instead of yours." he replied with some mirth behind the words. "But don't worry. My performance will please you immensely, I am sure."

Was he flirting with her now? Itaska shook his head slightly at himself. Girl was half his age, he shouldn't.
 

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