Matsu Xiangu
The Haruspex
[SIZE=14pt]Annaj[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Five Miles outside Vashan Sector[/SIZE]
Credits were not even close to the most important thing in Matsu’s life, but that being said, she had no shortage of them. And a large amount of them were spent on her homes, including the one she’d brought Gen Gurasame to. She’d had business in the city and the compound was the most secure and comfortable place to keep him until she had the time to sit down with him and figure out where to go from here.
Most of Annaj’s capital city sat on a main drag, miles of a linear design cutting through one of the few areas of the planet not completely covered by forest. Half residential and half industrial it was the heart of Fringe space, crowned by skies that never turned from a bloody shade of red. As the main drag crested downwards to give way to the woods some of the system’s more wealthy inhabitants had taken to building estates elevated above the canopy and entirely separate from the structure of the city itself, floating homes in the style of a high-tech Kashyyyk. Private, scenic, and in Matsu’s case, protected.
A group of mercenaries, female and armed to the teeth, patrolled the outside of the estate at all times. If Matsu was home and someone was foolish enough to attack it was a suicide mission – but even then, they’d have to get through a group of women the Sith Lord had trained herself. Accompanied by a security system through Neuro-Saav Corporation her home was a formidable target to attempt.
And somewhere inside was Gen, surrounded by white marble and nightmarish art. There was a pristine quality to everything Matsu owned – clean, clean, clean and white and perfect save for the sculptures and paintings brutal and twisted at odds to the rest of her home. Floor to ceiling windows opened up on a view of the forest below.
An LEP waddled down the hall, trying to stay as quiet as possible though it knew it couldn’t avoid the inevitable. It’s master didn’t see fit to wipe its AI, rather liking the ‘personality’ it had acquired over a few months of serving her, and therefore it had developed several quirks and traits – one of which was being rather frightened of the man Miss Xiangu had brought home with her a few days prior. He seemed angry most of the time and he’d even thrown something at poor little Beez. But she’d instructed the little rabbit-droid to see to the man’s needs while she was away and he would do as she said.
Peeking his head around the corner of the living room, his fingers curling around the frame, he tried to sound as excited as possible to be checking in on Mr. Gurasame. “Um, sir? Are you well? Can I assist you with anything?”
His systems alerted him that Miss Xiangu was approaching, her stealth cruiser docking on one of the landing platforms outside, but he chose not to inform their guest of the news. Mentioning her always seemed to infuriate him, and Beez did not want him to be angry.
[SIZE=14pt]Five Miles outside Vashan Sector[/SIZE]
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Credits were not even close to the most important thing in Matsu’s life, but that being said, she had no shortage of them. And a large amount of them were spent on her homes, including the one she’d brought Gen Gurasame to. She’d had business in the city and the compound was the most secure and comfortable place to keep him until she had the time to sit down with him and figure out where to go from here.
Most of Annaj’s capital city sat on a main drag, miles of a linear design cutting through one of the few areas of the planet not completely covered by forest. Half residential and half industrial it was the heart of Fringe space, crowned by skies that never turned from a bloody shade of red. As the main drag crested downwards to give way to the woods some of the system’s more wealthy inhabitants had taken to building estates elevated above the canopy and entirely separate from the structure of the city itself, floating homes in the style of a high-tech Kashyyyk. Private, scenic, and in Matsu’s case, protected.
A group of mercenaries, female and armed to the teeth, patrolled the outside of the estate at all times. If Matsu was home and someone was foolish enough to attack it was a suicide mission – but even then, they’d have to get through a group of women the Sith Lord had trained herself. Accompanied by a security system through Neuro-Saav Corporation her home was a formidable target to attempt.
And somewhere inside was Gen, surrounded by white marble and nightmarish art. There was a pristine quality to everything Matsu owned – clean, clean, clean and white and perfect save for the sculptures and paintings brutal and twisted at odds to the rest of her home. Floor to ceiling windows opened up on a view of the forest below.
An LEP waddled down the hall, trying to stay as quiet as possible though it knew it couldn’t avoid the inevitable. It’s master didn’t see fit to wipe its AI, rather liking the ‘personality’ it had acquired over a few months of serving her, and therefore it had developed several quirks and traits – one of which was being rather frightened of the man Miss Xiangu had brought home with her a few days prior. He seemed angry most of the time and he’d even thrown something at poor little Beez. But she’d instructed the little rabbit-droid to see to the man’s needs while she was away and he would do as she said.
Peeking his head around the corner of the living room, his fingers curling around the frame, he tried to sound as excited as possible to be checking in on Mr. Gurasame. “Um, sir? Are you well? Can I assist you with anything?”
His systems alerted him that Miss Xiangu was approaching, her stealth cruiser docking on one of the landing platforms outside, but he chose not to inform their guest of the news. Mentioning her always seemed to infuriate him, and Beez did not want him to be angry.
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