There was something about sending bolts down range and hearing the faint popping sound of it hitting bullseye that was one heck of a kriffing stress reliever.
Her hair was tightly drawn back in a high ponytail, giving emphasis to the exotic features of her almond shaped eyes and high cheekbones. Clear protective goggles and sound dampening earbuds were the days attire along with her usual black armor. That and the newest prototype that the best reverse engineering techs could buy.
Bacta had it's uses. An near endless amounts of credits was one of them.
If her personnel couldn't find her in her office, the bulk knew that the next best thing would be OP's firing ranges. It was here that her protocol droid C4J0 found her, just after sending a volley of citrine bolts down in a tight grouping alongside the matte black image of the target display.
"Mistress, your appointment has arrived." He waddled over next to her, his metallic body glinting gold under the bright halo lights over head. " Ma'am Wren to see you. CEO of Baktoid Industries."
Cira didn't even turn, her attention focused down to her target and at the tight grouping. She'd dropped the prototype and slammed another powercell in.
"Then we shouldn't make her wait should we?" There came the wry grin as she lifted the blaster rifle, resting it snugly within the pocket of her shoulder as she locked in down range. "Bring her over C4JO," the safety came off. "We'll talk business here."
Nothing like an unorthodox negotiating table, mmm?