Private The Quiet Meetings - Part 1

[Zal Thraynrok]

Jumpsuit | Armor
Mace | Knife
Pistol​

Zaliffer had never seen anything nearly as nice as Naboo.

Despite the beauty of the architecture and the glistening paint of newly made structures, the eyes of the people were something he understood well. Exhaustion. Quiet pain. Endurance when there should have been bliss. Reasons that his company was formed by their benefactor. A reminder of why they had been made. Not just as security for the reclusive woman that waited patiently for him to deliver the message. Or for those that worked under her. But as a stopgap for the galaxy at large. His own mind wandered to where that courteous offer ended. Was it bound with credits? Priddy's whim? At a perceived slight by those that she worked with?

It was difficult to say where it would finally run out. He'd barely had any gauge of the woman that had given so many of them employment at the drop of a hat.

All he could say was that she was as closely guarded with her intent as she was with her methods of information gathering. Something that had made even those supposedly in positions of power within the quickly formed Security Contractors group wary. She'd been present for the majority of the interviews after all. Sat beside every commanding officer that she had picked while they sorted through the stack of papers to find the best fit for each one of them. Staring out from behind the smoke of her cigarette with those amber eyes of hers as they spoke back and forth. Unblinking as she watched them like a predator measuring her next meal.

Until the amber glow faded along with the end of the questions. Those interviewing looking to her before she either nodded or shook her head.

Not many had been turned away. Either out of necessity or some other requirement that hadn't been mentioned in the process of selection. In the end it hadn't mattered much he supposed. Assignments were a bit peculiar at times. Giving lower ranked officers particular tasks that seemed outside of their scope. Then again, nothing the woman did really made the clearest of sense without her weighing in on the matter.

The heavy steps of his boots coming to an end as he stood outside the residence of the one he was tasked with finding. Lifting an arm to double check against the screen on his wrist before unlatching the mace on his hip without activating it and using it to knock in place of his hand. A resounding trio of bangs announcing him at the door as he listened briefly before replacing it and standing at ease until someone came to see what the noise was about.

Briana Sal-Soren​

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

The datapad with the latest Lady Velvet novel she'd been reading, slid forgotten to the floor, its screen flashing a quiet blue in the otherwise sunlit room. In a single motion, Briana swept her lightsaber from where it rested on the low table, the familiar hum of its blade slicing through the air, of what'd been an otherwise quiet afternoon, as it activated.

Barefoot, she dashed across the marble floors, dressed only in a simple tunic and dark fitted pants — soundlessly, swiftly, a breath of wind as her muscles coiled. Most did not know where she lived by design, the endless needs of a galaxy that would sooner bleed her dry than let her rest, often carving out what little down time she truly had. Whatever little meager kernel of privacy she was afforded, Briana hoarded like a Krayt dragon hordes gold. Which was what made it all the more surprising and consequently alarming... when someone came metaphorically knocking.

In her experience, it never ended in any manner of polite conversation.

The memory of what was left of SID after the attack of that New Way agent, of the damage that'd been done to Lossa's home, the damages and losses of Deej'a Peak from the latest Mandalorian incursion, still fresh enough to taste...burned behind her eyes; but Briana pushed it down. Ruthlessly. Necessarily — calling up the surveillance feeds on her wrist comm as she continued to draw closer to the sound. The mobile cameras she kept concealed around the perimeter flickered to life, projected through the blue display on her wrist.

There.

A single figure on the main steps. No movement that she could see in the tree line...

No backup.

Through the Force, she stretched her senses outward to see what else she might find, if anything — cautious, measured. Only the one presence. Standing at ease.

Still, the ripple of wariness didn't abate.

Armored. Tall. Outfitted. In the least, they were a soldier of some sort. A bounty hunter, perhaps? No... if they meant her harm, they wouldn't have been so obvious. Wouldn't have come stomping up the main steps and making a scene. Anyone serious about trying to kill her, or attempting to collect a bounty on her, would have been smarter, quieter. Would have likely already made it inside.

Her thumb brushed against the saber's activation plate, disengaging the cerulean blade with a flick. Still, she didn't stow it. Not yet.

The marble tiles were cool beneath her bare feet as she came to a stop at the threshold, a slight frown curving her lips.
Her hand hovered near the door panel, hesitating for a breath longer than necessary. Finally, she pressed her hand to the sensor. The reinforced doors parted with a soft hiss, revealing the stranger in full.

Briana's gaze swept over them in a heartbeat — from their boots, still dusted from the mountain path, to the different paint jobs and symbols of his armor. Her eyes narrowed, head tipping slightly, voice cool and even as she finally broke the silence.


"I'll give you three seconds to explain who you are, and what you're doing standing on my steps."

TAG: Zal Thraynrok

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[Zal Thraynrok]

He waited.

And waited.

No sounds from inside as he did his best to remain at attention. Checking his helmets hud to cross reference the information that Ms. Priddy had directly transferred to him rather than share across the information network. Which had been a strange detail to now that he had a little bit of time to ruminate on things. Most of the orders were shared across the collective information network, but that bit seemed to almost isolate itself.

There were only the cross references within the Naboo data network he had to work with off the address.

A silent wonder about how the information had come into Niki's possession crossing his mind as he finally heard something move. Returning to attention as a woman came into view. A strange device in her hand as the door opened fully. His Hand rising into a fist, held parallel to his body as the bracer clacked against his chest. The words she spoke as clear as day in the intent behind them as the helmet com clicked on.

"Staff Sergeant Thraynrok, Miss Sal-Soren. I am to escort you to Miss Priddy for a meeting." His hand finally dropping from the greeting as he returned to his easy stance. Hands staying well clear of his weapons as he allowed himself to look with his eyes rather than moving his whole head to examine the one before him.

No doubt coming from disturbed sleep by the way she was dressed and handled herself. Or just really comfortable at home. Then again with the scenery who wouldn't be comfortable at home?

Briana Sal-Soren​