Delila Castillon
#OldRedheadsReign
Location : Iaomai Medical Station , just outside of Kuat | [member="Cato Fett"] | [member="Cecile Miraxus"]
Good help was hard to find.
Good soldiers were even harder to find. Back on Coruscant she held command of decent soldiers. Most were young, hadn't seen much in the way of battle or action, which was fine for guarding a Embassy. When she had gotten orders from House Organa to investigate mysterious on-goings within the ruling boundary of the Monarchy no soldier had popped into mind to help her with the assignment.
It was why she had to travel back into Alderaan space to find one. Someone seasoned enough to handle any situation that could be thrown at them without panicking and getting them both killed. They had to have the discipline, stamina and intelligence not to get easily discouraged. There were only a few breadcrumbs for her to follow.
Certainly a tall order.
There was an influx of Mando soldiers flooding over into Alderaan space. Medical care, refueling, escape, arms dealing - anything related to the Civil War and the region was feeling an influx. Mandos were notorious soldiers. Ones that could fit her specifications nicely.
A particular gentleman had already caught her eye. Had stood up to let the chick who 'started' the war talk. Caught hell for it too but he seemed to stand by his ideals. Stubborn. Probably a bit hard-headed. Seemed smart enough for the job at hand. Another bonus : Cato Fett didn't seem popular with the Mandos anymore. In her experience, he should be more willing to join her.
If he was able to get out of the damn hospital bed.
Shiny black boots strode confidently down the halls of Iaomai Medical Station. Face was pulled into a bit of a frown at the stale, antiseptic smell that hung through the halls and rooms. Reminded her too much of her own stint years back after a Reaver attack in Protectorate space.
Room numbers passed by, getting closer to where she needed to be. A nurse gave a sympathetic smile as she stopped to observe where she was supposed to be. 5-056, 5-057....5-058.
Hand reached out to knock on the door.
"You decent?"
Good help was hard to find.
Good soldiers were even harder to find. Back on Coruscant she held command of decent soldiers. Most were young, hadn't seen much in the way of battle or action, which was fine for guarding a Embassy. When she had gotten orders from House Organa to investigate mysterious on-goings within the ruling boundary of the Monarchy no soldier had popped into mind to help her with the assignment.
It was why she had to travel back into Alderaan space to find one. Someone seasoned enough to handle any situation that could be thrown at them without panicking and getting them both killed. They had to have the discipline, stamina and intelligence not to get easily discouraged. There were only a few breadcrumbs for her to follow.
Certainly a tall order.
There was an influx of Mando soldiers flooding over into Alderaan space. Medical care, refueling, escape, arms dealing - anything related to the Civil War and the region was feeling an influx. Mandos were notorious soldiers. Ones that could fit her specifications nicely.
A particular gentleman had already caught her eye. Had stood up to let the chick who 'started' the war talk. Caught hell for it too but he seemed to stand by his ideals. Stubborn. Probably a bit hard-headed. Seemed smart enough for the job at hand. Another bonus : Cato Fett didn't seem popular with the Mandos anymore. In her experience, he should be more willing to join her.
If he was able to get out of the damn hospital bed.
Shiny black boots strode confidently down the halls of Iaomai Medical Station. Face was pulled into a bit of a frown at the stale, antiseptic smell that hung through the halls and rooms. Reminded her too much of her own stint years back after a Reaver attack in Protectorate space.
Room numbers passed by, getting closer to where she needed to be. A nurse gave a sympathetic smile as she stopped to observe where she was supposed to be. 5-056, 5-057....5-058.
Hand reached out to knock on the door.
"You decent?"