Jedi Healer
Zenith Base - Shuttle bay 01
16:00 Hours
The sound of boots against the ground broke the silence in the shuttle bay, and brisk steps brought Agent Tal towards a standard First Order transport. Sharp eyes surveyed the area, there were maintenance crews scurrying about, pilots, and the hustle and bustle of ships coming in and taking off. Hyori did not look out of place here, clad in dark cargo pants, a black tank top and a jacket tied around her waist. As far as anyone else was concerned, she could have been a mechanic arriving for her shift. The only thing that would have given her away was her precise appearance, her hair was set in a meticulously sharp bob, and her olive skin lacked the tell-tale oil smudges of a maintenance worker. Today she traveled light, carrying only the clothing on her back, and two small duffle bags.
Hyori came to a halt before setting foot onto the transport’s entrance ramp; she turned back slowly to see if anyone was moving in her direction. She was to meet a fellow agent and disembark together en route for Ankhypt. Agent Tal was still relatively new to First Order Intelligence, and she had had few interactions with any of the other agents so far. There had been chances to meet her peers, but she had decided against it... she wasn’t here to make friends. As far as Hyori was concerned, she would work alongside anyone she was assigned to, but she didn’t have to go out of her way to be friendly. Besides, it was more her way to work alone, it was far easier to move along in silence when you didn’t have to risk stepping on anyone’s toes.
Slender fingers moved at her side, almost as if they were waiting for action, and she slid her datapad from her bag. She looked down at the display, her face was void of expression, save for a bit of a coldness in her stare.
The objectives of mission were clear and simple:
Hyori wasn’t looking forward to visiting a world that rivaled (or exceeded) the heat of Tatooine, but personal feelings didn’t matter... only orders mattered.
[member="Sentiri"]
16:00 Hours
The sound of boots against the ground broke the silence in the shuttle bay, and brisk steps brought Agent Tal towards a standard First Order transport. Sharp eyes surveyed the area, there were maintenance crews scurrying about, pilots, and the hustle and bustle of ships coming in and taking off. Hyori did not look out of place here, clad in dark cargo pants, a black tank top and a jacket tied around her waist. As far as anyone else was concerned, she could have been a mechanic arriving for her shift. The only thing that would have given her away was her precise appearance, her hair was set in a meticulously sharp bob, and her olive skin lacked the tell-tale oil smudges of a maintenance worker. Today she traveled light, carrying only the clothing on her back, and two small duffle bags.
Hyori came to a halt before setting foot onto the transport’s entrance ramp; she turned back slowly to see if anyone was moving in her direction. She was to meet a fellow agent and disembark together en route for Ankhypt. Agent Tal was still relatively new to First Order Intelligence, and she had had few interactions with any of the other agents so far. There had been chances to meet her peers, but she had decided against it... she wasn’t here to make friends. As far as Hyori was concerned, she would work alongside anyone she was assigned to, but she didn’t have to go out of her way to be friendly. Besides, it was more her way to work alone, it was far easier to move along in silence when you didn’t have to risk stepping on anyone’s toes.
Slender fingers moved at her side, almost as if they were waiting for action, and she slid her datapad from her bag. She looked down at the display, her face was void of expression, save for a bit of a coldness in her stare.
The objectives of mission were clear and simple:
- Gather intelligence on Ankhypt - demographics, detailed species analysis, ect...
- Do not engage the native Anubians.
Hyori wasn’t looking forward to visiting a world that rivaled (or exceeded) the heat of Tatooine, but personal feelings didn’t matter... only orders mattered.
[member="Sentiri"]