The Red of Sinner
Battle Sister
Now, sometimes people wanted to kill you when your last name was Sin, others wanted to arrest you, and some wanted to get to know you. There was those who didnt care too, who had not heard the name, the idiotic act of the solo attack on Coruscant, though he assumed most had heard it. When word reached to him that a woman named Lady Kay was in the business of fighting the Hut Cartel, and politics, Romeo Sin's interest was peaked to their fullest.
After a little bit of digging, and some swaying of people to past on a message, Romeo finally got a hold of the lady, or so he thought. He was unsure of what this woman looked liked, so it could of have been a decoy, or a trap. Probably a trap.
This didnt stop Romeo, though, from making his way to her all the way from Hoth to have some tea with her, it, the one that could be her? He shrugged. He came alone, and in a single freighter. Only weapon he brought was his two lightsabers, and nothing more. Commenor was, and he thought this strongly, not his shtick. The place was, uninteresting to him, his only hope of amusement was the [member="Lady Kay"], if she would be so kind as to present him with some form of it.
Most women did, at least.
Being searched at the front desk, door thing, Romeo was impatient. His weapons were out in the open, and he didnt need those to defeat these people. So he thought. All he needed was a simple click of his tongue, and they would all be burning alive, but that would be in bad taste.
Romeo knew many people in the world of negotiations, and political debates. He knew Feanna Mason after all. He had to see her soon, it had been far too long since the woman commanded him like a dog to be still. She had that affect on him. Maybe this woman would have some strange affect on him as well. He hoped so.
Truly what Romeo was here for, was to learn. Learn to speak the language of politics, and maybe try to get invited to the Senate Hall, and watch them do battle with their words. He admired a person who could move nations with just mere word. That was power, though not greater than the force.
After the search was done, and his weapons almost confiscated from him, mind tricks were awesome like that, he sat awaiting to be called upon by this Lady Kay. He sat in a chair, that wasnt pretty at all, in a leather jacket that fit his body finely and was all black. His pants were the same, minus the leather. His hair, now more white than black, was tuned in a fashion statement that screamed, "I dont care.".