Private Speculation

[Rinea]

Kaila Irons received a holorecording.

Rinea appeared on the screen in full uniform. "I am sending you coordinates of our next rendezvous." Then it cut out.

The coordinates contained in the message led to an empty area of space in the Rishi system. When she arrived, she would find a starship and that familiar ping like the first time she boarded the spy's ship. However, instead of the alien corvette hidden in darkness, it was a familiar design--and a light freighter at that. Still, it had all the unusual characteristics.

A transponder code that errored out, and next to nothing in the way of detectable signatures.

"Come aboard," the familiar voice spoke over comms.

The freighter's engines fired and revealed surprising speed and maneuverability for such a ship as it drifted in close to link its docking hatch to hers.

Upon boarding, Kaila would be greeted with a coy but friendly smile. "Welcome aboard the Euphoria," she turned about face and marched through the slim hallway. "A civilian vessel from here that we've recently converted for our interests. The Captain was generous enough to let me borrow it."

When they reached the cockpit, Rinea sat in the pilot's chair and gestured for Kaila to take the co-pilot's seat next to her. "Are you familiar with Rishi?"

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Bodyglove
Tag: Rinea

"Acknowledged."

Kaila docked her stealth-courier without incident.

And yet she was... nervous? Not afraid of any impending danger nor for distrust, just nervous. She stood in front of the door, adjusting the collar of her cloak, smoothing out the wrinkles in that tunic which hung from her bodyglove. This wasn't the fear of a soldier who'd braved gunfire and battled Gods of time and chill death, just a woman wanting to look good for her host.

She cared how she looked to Rinea. And it felt very strange.

The door opened to that purple hued smile and suddenly she remembered why.

"Bodr'ine'ako." She said, inclining her chin some.

And wearing a little smile of her own.

The chiss led her through a ship that seemed new yet familiar somehow, much like this warm welcome. So much had changed over the course of these last few meetings between Spy and Darth, but at last, it bore fruit for the both of them.

"It's a good name," she responded after a time "And a capable ship by the look of it."

She plopped herself in the co-pilot's seat as bidden, that unnatural weight of hers shaking it just as before. Still she reclined, crossing one synthatex covered leg over the other, and reached for something in her toolbelt.

"Are you familiar with Rishi?"

"Only that it's been moved from the Rishi Maze, bloody planeshift."

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