Private The Siren & The Liberator

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Mia Monroe
Location: Serreno

"So...is assassination off the menu?"

Reina took a whetstone across the edge of Whisperwind either way. She didn't have to care for the blade in the manner she was, but it kept her mind focused, rather than wandering. The fact that assassination had been the first avenue her mind had went towards scared the Ersansyr. There were dozens of other ways they could have dealt with this Count. Spread his emails across the net, inspire his people to stand up and rebel against him for the Mandalorians. Wasn't there that creed that Mandalorians-But-Not-Mandalorians could follow? The Dorian? Derian? Domarian? One of those.

Come to think of it, if Reina tried to do a good job, maybe she could get rewarded with the role of Countess. Countess Daival. Part of it rolled off her tongue in a delectable way. Though she gave a short shake of her head. No. That wouldn't quite work. It wasn't the kind of title she wanted...Though could beggars be choosers? If it was her only chance of ever getting a title? No. No. It wasn't worth it.

For now, she just focused on adjusting her armour as well as she could. It wasn't something she was used to wearing anymore, but it was how she tried to organise her jobs now. Mandalorian jobs had her stuck in her own version of a tin-can. Sure, it wasn't the worst for protection, but the redhead had moved away from requiring a strong defense. Now? She worked on being agile. She could take a hit if she had to...but more often than not nowadays, she didn't want to.
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[Mia Monroe]

Mia''s lips curved into smile beneath her helm at the suggestion, the soft hiss of the whetstone running along Reina's blade filling the shuttle around them. "Tempting, but no."

It would have been a lot easier, that was certain, but it wouldn't have been cleaner. The treaty had been clear about the deportation of sympathisers, if one that had been unveiled was to suddenly die then questions would be raised as to the strength of Mand'alors word. So it was that Mia was taking this into her own hands. It was her sector and if a mistake was to be made it would be at her hand.

She hoped Count Armand was smart enough to come quietly, but she doubted it. It was curiosity that had had her extend the job to Reina, she came highly recommended and Mia was always on the look out for new recruits.

"Keeping him alive is the most important thing. Incapacitation of any who he's paid to fight on his behalf is also preferable, but I understand that cannot always be helped." The shuttle shuddered as it moved into Serreno's atmosphere, taking her, Reina and the handful of others she had selected for this mission towards the Count's home. "you do have absolute freedom to destroy any holocams. I will not have this become another thing to be cast into the galaxy's holonet for them to pass judgement on only half a story."

"LZ coming up!" the pilot called back to them.

Reina Daival