Geneviève Lasedri
Fascists hate her!
[ Continuation of Long Black Train ]
It was time to take it to the Jabiim slaver ring. Geneviève had been a little anxious to take care of business after the incident that led to this moment, however she was irked to have to follow Little Miss Republic Secret Agent Girl. Honestly, she had no intention of being her little tool, so she would treat orders more like 'request' and decide for herself whether or not she would follow. Beggars can't be choosers, after all.
Still, it was best to keep coordinated, and at least the undercover agent had an idea about this slaver gang and held the little details. Little details mattered the most, so it was best not to ignore that. Gen would be reluctantly compliant, then--at least at the beginning of their operation. Fortunately, she had some GLC contacts in the nearby systems and hopefully they could make the show. It was time to put the beatdown on these traffickers.
Standing outside a dilapidated shack in the muddy plains that composed Jabiim, 'Viola' lingered underneath the corroded metal roof in her Bactarma suit and her signature trenchcoat, awaiting the assembly of her temporary comrades with Scrubber in hand. They would need to at least establish contact before heading off to the location that Agent Garter would lead them to. And that twerp had better show up, or she was not going to be seeing her precious grappling devices again...
[member="Solan Charr"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Regor Laxvan"]
It was time to take it to the Jabiim slaver ring. Geneviève had been a little anxious to take care of business after the incident that led to this moment, however she was irked to have to follow Little Miss Republic Secret Agent Girl. Honestly, she had no intention of being her little tool, so she would treat orders more like 'request' and decide for herself whether or not she would follow. Beggars can't be choosers, after all.
Still, it was best to keep coordinated, and at least the undercover agent had an idea about this slaver gang and held the little details. Little details mattered the most, so it was best not to ignore that. Gen would be reluctantly compliant, then--at least at the beginning of their operation. Fortunately, she had some GLC contacts in the nearby systems and hopefully they could make the show. It was time to put the beatdown on these traffickers.
Standing outside a dilapidated shack in the muddy plains that composed Jabiim, 'Viola' lingered underneath the corroded metal roof in her Bactarma suit and her signature trenchcoat, awaiting the assembly of her temporary comrades with Scrubber in hand. They would need to at least establish contact before heading off to the location that Agent Garter would lead them to. And that twerp had better show up, or she was not going to be seeing her precious grappling devices again...
[member="Solan Charr"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Regor Laxvan"]