What Was Once Lost; Now Found. [First Order - Tier Two Dominion of Rehl Prime and Gilaria]

[Jayce Terryn]

Rehl Prime - Ground
Objective Two: Compliance Action
Post 1

Jayce was surprised to see a crowd standing in front of him as the shuttle door lowered. Each individual in front of him was clad in full trooper armor and were armed with their commissioned firearms. The sight was bewildering. Never before have this many people come to greet him after landing; he was only a lieutenant, after all. Usually, the commanding officer of the unit would greet him with only a few troopers as guards. Either the commanding officer of this unit was nervous and required the large entourage, or he simply sent a large number of troops to escort Jayce to him. Either way, it was different to Jayce. Perhaps it was because this was his first time in a combat zone.

Seeing as no one was approaching to speak to him, Jayce began walking down the shuttle's ramp. Once he made it to the bottom of the ramp, one of the troopers moved forward. Odd, why was a trooper going to greet him?

"Welcome to Rehl Prime, sir."

"Where is your commanding officer, trooper? I was scheduled to meet him here on this very landing pad. In person."

"Killed in action, sir."

Things never do work out how they're supposed to, do they? Jayce was to work as the assistant to the commanding officer of this storm trooper company, but that doesn't seem to be the case now.

"Killed in action." Jayce repeated.

"Technically, sir, according to protocol, you are our standing commanding officer until stated otherwise. We are yours to command."

The day had only just begun and it was already more eventful than many of his other days. Commanding officer on his first time in the field. Nothing could go wrong from that, could it?

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Gilaria: Objective 4
Post: 4/25

It would probably be closer to 50,000 cubic meters of continuously-reinforced duracrete that would be necessary to rebuild the tarmac alone. There, too, the frequent floods took their tolls. She knew the Great Tsu Starport was a gritty area, but for the ground floor to sustain less damage from flooding than the tarmac even though there was no basement to flood, was somewhat troubling for her. Dunames would realize it means sending back the old tarmac for scrap somewhere. Yet, she realizes that the cheapest supplier is not Chiloon Rift Duracrete, now a Primeval property. Ouch, she never, ever trusted the Primeval for anything related to construction: they were the very guys that destroyed spaceports all over the galactic northeast! She decided not to deal with any Primeval-owned company anymore. But once the order has been placed to that supplier on Lanteeb, she realizes that the order may not come too early. With that said, excavation equipment is being used to dig out the broken tarmac.

"Tear this tarmac apart: we will send the debris to Sump once that is over. Hopefully the shipment of duracrete from Lanteeb will arrive in time"

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

FIV Warspite
En Route to Rehl Prime

Fiolette sat in the forward operations center, she looked poised in her seat. Eyes focused on the holomap in front of her as orders from Central Command, High Command whatever they preferred to be called flitered in on an encrypted channel. Commander Walzer was on the bridge, far from the Fleet Admiral's eyes. On another console, sat her pet, her protege Lieutenant Commander Katherine "Kit" Galeway who had been with her since, well since the young woman graduated the academy.

Fingers steepled together. She only just recalled Ensign Farrah's presence to her right. "Get me the preliminary schematics for the tachyon lance, Ensign." Her voice was colder than the black void that the Warspite sailed through this very moment. Farrah snapped their heels together and turned away to fetch the schematics. Leaving Galeway alone with the Fleet Admiral momentarily.

"Raptor blueprints are completed, they await your finalization," she said without emotion, the blonde haired Galidraani woman just moved her hand to the holoprojector's image of the Raptor. Pulling it to her forward view she moved the three dimensional object with her hands. Quietly she enlarged portions of the blueprint and examined them carefully. Occassionally her attention would shift to the viewport to see if they were nearing revision. Not that someone would not inform her, but then there were days that Walzer enjoyed testing his limits with the Fleet Admiral.

Forward operations stirred momentarily as Farrah rushed to the admiral's side. "Schematics, ma'am."

"Return to your station," she ordered and then shifted her position in her seat. Legs moved, body relaxed into her chair as she looked down at the arm rest and pressed on the private communications. "Lieutenat Veed, report to forward operations." She let go of the button and then looked over to Galeway. "Your badge is off by two centimeters, fix it."

Fiolette rose from her chair and headed for the large holotable in the center. "And while you're at it, get the scouting reports for Rehl Prime, would you?"

[member="Hogrum Veed"]
Post 3

 

[Hogrum Veed]

Post Five.
Rehl Prime
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

Since aiding in the designs of the multiple Space Stations that were now littered all throughout First Order Space, the Lieutenant Hogrum Veed had been adopted into the Admiral's own taskforce, specifically onto her bridge. It was... Odd, that he didn't have his own command yet, or so he felt, but he was certain that he would within the year.

Exiting the lift that would take him to the Bridge, he travelled down the corridor in less than a minute, and as he entered on the bridge, he stepped in - far enough so that the automatic doors didn't close upon him, and far enough away so as not to impede on the Admiral's business.

"Lieutenant Veed, reporting, Sir!"

 

[Sev'ayn'nuruodo]

Rehl Prime - Space

Her red eyes studied the man, but she said little as she did so. No markings. He could very well have been an underling sent up to clean information, but she could tell that this was not the case. Her keen eye could pick up the minor details that differentiated him from the lower ranking troopers. He was of rank likely comparable to her own, if not higher, but he was not a naval officer, and this was still her ship, which meant that ultimately she was in command of where it went. That being the case, where ti was going was a slow circle about the system, monitoring for any signs of imminent danger to the operations of the rest of their forces. That was what they were tasked to do.

"It's quiet. We're maintaining our assigned duty unless the Admiral directs us otherwise."

"Um, Ma'am?"

She turned her attention to the lieutenant in charge of sensors.

"What is it?"

"We've detected a few signals approaching. Metallic, but we don't detect power signatures."

"Asteroids?"

"Could be. They're on a trajectory that appears abnormal, however. Aimed towards the planet."

"Alert Admiral Rausgeber. Inform him we can intercept."

"Yes, ma'am."

Red eyes turned back to the trooper.

"Probably not the kind of action you were looking for."

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="DT-317"]

 

[Alleycat]

Location: Rehl Prime - near the Scar
Objective: Two- Compliance Action
Allies: FO
Ground: [member="Jayce Terryn"]
Space: [member="Sev'ayn'nuruodo"] [member="Hogrum Veed"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="DT-317"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
Enemies: Local Resistance
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Objective: Compliance Action.​

Post: 1​

Location: Rehl Prime​

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Landing down on the planet, alone as usual the scout trooper would hear the sound of distant gun fire. Taking off towards the sounds of war, and discarding her helmet on the way. She had read up on the native populace here on the planet, and upon learning they were primitive she felt that her armor would just weigh her down. As she got closer and closer to the fighting she could hear the sounds of bullets wiz past her. She just sported a grin and continued to move in. Cresting the ridge in front of her she found herself at what the natives called the Scar, the trench systems, and the tracers going towards each side, it was glorious. As zero started to move down towards the trenches closer and closer, she could hear the yelling of soldiers. What she couldn't understand is they were screaming about her and how they all noticed her.​

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Once close enough she went to a knee, and just started to watch, however what she didn't know is that the Remic Empire was moving a sniper around on her position. As she watched the fighting, she hears the snap of a rifle, and then the heat of it hitting her, then she felt nothing, as she fell limp to the floor, being shot through the heart would end it for the trooper, sadly she would die alone just how she lived.​

What Sasha found tore through her own heart as it could have been her. Scout troopers didn't per say have back up or someone watching their back like the Stormtroopers did. They usually worked alone, often behind the scenes gathering information or carrying out espionage. FN-4077 was one of those types, always living on the edge and pushing the envelop. Tears welled up in the Corellian's green gems, but the redhead did not shed them. The pain of loss for a fellow comrade soon though turned into raw anger and the want for justice with a side of vengeance.

FN-2020 noted the location of the deceased within her HUD and relayed that information to command, which was being set up ground side now that more troops were landing, then the sergeant returned to her 74-Z speeder bike. It was time to hunt as this act had been done by a sniper, just like her. And, no one else would die this day from the First Order by a blaster bolt from afar through a scope if she could help it.

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Gilaria
Post 4
BYOO

Valessia watched as [member="Gunther Creed"] left her side to attend to his own personal matters. She looked around the lobby of what would be the Grand Hotel, and found it more than pleasing to her eyes. The former Ambassador had extended an invitation to @Otto Schule to arrive here. As she was more than interested in contracting the man on behalf of the First Order. While she was devoid of her political powers, economically she could still make an impact on behalf of the imperial nation. Her hand clasped behind her back she watched as the hotel's staff and some construction personnel walked across the lobby. "Lady Brentioch, I hope you've found the hotel pleasurable?"

"I have Mr. Kyme, thank you. I'm expecting a very important guest, is there a room in which I might be able to meet with him in?"

"Of course madam, right this way," Mr. Kyme led Valessia through the lobby and down a long corridor that looked out onto the lush gardens that surrounded the hotel. She watched as the Gilarian sun filtered through the trees and danced along the exquisite carpeting. Walking down opposite of her were workers who were learning where things were, she kept her hands at her front. Flat footwear followed after polished shoes as she followed the man into a small conference room. "The Pearl Conference room, Lady Brentioch."

"Thank you, Mr. Kyme and might I have some water and a few scones? I'd like to see the menu as well for the opening weekend."

"Of course, right away your ladyship."

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

FIV Warspite en Route to Rehl Prime
BYOO
Post 5

"Lieutenant Veed," Yvarro called as she walked around the holotable, "come here, please."

"Galeway when you're done fixing your badge, I'd like for you to come here as well," She motioned for the lieutenant commander to join them as well. Her eyes studied the map of the Unknown Regions, as she looked at another holoprojected image of [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] and his units in orbit of Rehl Prime. The admiral's attention was drawn back to the Unknown Regions, "scouting report." Galeway reported, and Yvarro absent-mindedly took the report from Galeway. She saw the word doctrine and then looked down, the imperial mission, compliance. "Have a survey party set up a base of operations, in orbit of Rehl Prime."

Yvarro then looked over at Veed, "Rehl Prime is a primitive world, ever at war with itself Lieutenant, what are your observations thus far?"

[member="Hogrum Veed"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Gilaria
Objective: BYOO
Post: 1

Kaalia disembarked from the freighter she, [member="Mishel Ren"] and [member="Kyrel Ren"] came to Gilaria in and couldn't hold in a slight chuckle at the vat-grown Ren's complaint about the flooding. "I did warn you about the environment, Mishel." She had made sure to bring an extra set of clothing in case it was necessary, and her boots were watertight. The water was knee-deep, causing the lower half of her outfit to still be soaked, but she didn't seem to mind it too much.

The place looked stunning, however. The redhead lived for exploration, but the world of Gilaria was a first for her. She took in the environment around her and appreciated what she saw. What occupied her mind the most however was what made Mishel want to come here in the first place. "Let's discover what you are seeking, shall we? Perhaps others will show up but I am more than alright with just us two."

Kaalia turned to Kyrel when he spoke, nodding to signify she heard him. "If you need any assistance, be sure to let us know. If we have found what we were looking for we can join up with you afterwards."

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Gilaria
BYOO
Post 6

Mishel's attention snapped first to [member="Kyrel Ren"] and then [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]. She didn't say anything at that time except, "we should meet back here regardless of our work, and I'll just change clothes." The teenager splashed her way through the knee-deep water. The bright Gilarian sun glistened and the humidity could be felt almost immediately. In that moment the vat-grown Ren had decided if she was going to come back here that she would have to be paid. From the spaceport she went straight to a speeder pad and waited, "there's something here, but it's distant. Can't say for sure what it is." What she didn't know was that the object that had called to her was a crystal. A lightsaber crystal and that it was far beneath the ocean surface, and then her datapad buzzed. In a swift motion, she took it and read what it was that was being sent. Kolto, they were being asked to see about Kolto. The brunette handed the datapad to Kaalia, "we're gonna need a boat."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Gilaria: Objective 4
Post: 5/25

In practice it meant that the ship would be a little overburdened with on its way to Sump and then collect the first batch of duracrete on Lanteeb so that the terminal repairs can proceed: the tarmac was not much of an issue and she had that experience on Trian, the very first of those spaceports rebuilt in what is originally designated as Primeval-land, on its very fringe. But she knew the Tofolk of Hijarna had a limited volume before it would be sent to Sump with duracrete rubble from Gilaria (and Alouten by that same token) where the Nuknogs would attempt recycling the duracrete. So she left behind a skeleton crew onboard while the run-down tarmac was being demolished and torn down to make way to a clay surface, and the debris from the tarmac are being herded inside the ship. For now, anyway, she realizes that using internal resources to may hurt the throughput a little bit, but more cost-effective.

"Do you stay or do you fly to Sump?" the relief pilot asked.

"I'll stay here: I'd rather let someone else get flying time"

 

[Hogrum Veed]

Post Six.
Rehl Prime Orbit
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

Hogrum dropped his hand in the typical form of the First Order's military's salute, though his back didn't lose that straight-edge look as he approached the Fleet Admiral. He tilted his head as Fiolette went about demanding status reports and the like.

He looked across the board, looking through the other ships that were present in the system. Soon, he imagined they would be joining them to seize command from the Admiral [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], though knowing Fiolette, chances were she'd be more interested in watching until one of the aforementioned Admiral's subordinates stepped out of line and then she'd act.

Cracking down on both of them.

"They're primitive, they do not understand that there are other civilizations in the Galaxy. I suggest we show them," he said. "Precision strikes in areas of conflict will likely call a ceasefire. Then, we can assume control with as few casualties as possible." And by no means did he mean, casualties on the Order's side.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Rehl Prime
BYOO
Post 7

"I have no doubt that Admiral [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] is quite capable of conducting such an operation," Fiolette said quietly and one wondered if she meant it as an insult or compliment, knowing her perhaps a bit of both. Forward operations continued to work as the announcement was made that the Warspite would be reverting into realspace shortly. "Then let us be glad that the Warspite has no need to bend down to the planet itself, and she now has four capable squadrons of doing so."

And then an idea struck the Fleet Admiral as she prepared herself for the ship's return to realspace. Her eyes fell over the work the former Galactic Repubilc Commander's blueprints. Their brief tenure together on the Bercey left the Admiral looking at the woman's designs and wondering if there was anything to learn, or rather gleam. "Survey party set, admiral your newest Watchtower is preparing for hyperspace now."

"They should've been prepared, how I do enjoy it when my subordinates move at a glacial pace." Fiolette's tone was dry and indicated her slight. Her eyes looked at Galeway like one might do when piercing a nail through the fiber of a painting. The Lieutenant Commander snapped her boots together and turned on her heels to relay the Admiral's displeasure.

Once the Warspite appeared from hyperspace, the admiral was beyond appalled. Rehl Prime should have bowed before the First Order already, kneeling before their new lords. "Even precision strikes can come back to haunt us, Lieutenant." Her attention drawn to Hogrum briefly and then to the holoprojector. "Still, these primatives must learn their place."

"Galeway, when the Watchtower arrives begin broadcasting First Order propaganda, take over these... signals." Fiolette ordered with some disdain, "Veed with me, Farrah do keep pace if you wish to be of some use today." The Galdraani woman ordered to the young Ensign as she moved from forward operations to the lift across the way.

[member="Hogrum Veed"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Sev'ayn'nuruodo"]​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Post 2
BYOO

Kyrel after hearing of them hunting for a crystal decided to break off from the group. He had a task to deal with the criminal scum that was stealing from the First Order, and so his mission was to punish them, and so he would, he quickly got onto a speeder bike. He quickly traveled from the spaceport to the city, as he reached his destination which was the marketplace and the cantina. He knew that wherever scum was he would find them. He got off and started walking towards the Cantina, as he walked inside he could feel stares on him, and could even sense fear but that did not matter. He walked closer his breathing echoed all along the walls as he approached the bartender slowly. He was washing glasses until he looked at Kyrel with a hint of fear. He asked him coldly. "I require information regarding some stolen weapons."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Gilaria: Objective 4
Post: 6/25

A while later, the rubble was being loaded inside the Tofolk of Hijarna, whereby the ship would be gone for a few hours and come back tomorrow for packing up more rubble. In the meantime, the sun was setting on that part of Gilaria they called Alouten. That part of the city was perhaps a little run-down so she has to rent a speeder for a few days while she stays on Alouten waiting for the duracrete shipment to return to Gilaria. For the time being, she had to eat, and, given that Gilaria had some fisheries, she had to go eat some calamari, and whatever side dishes there are. I guess I'm lucky the comptroller of the Primeval region isn't here with me: she would drink several bottles of wine or tihaar to herself, she thought, while going to the speeder rental section, with a few of the supervisory staff in tow. She would realize, of course, that the good restaurants are some distance away from the spaceport being rebuilt, but that the city can be quite dangerous.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Alouten, Gilaria​

Objective I: The Hive of Scum and Villiany​

Post I​

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Tami Waller. At least that was the alias she'd chosen this time around. An avid mechanic traversing the various space lanes, she didn't settle down for long, maybe a week at most, two during the slow season - but most of the time she found herself aboard a wide variety of vessels as a contract mechanic or scrounging around the spaceports picking up side jobs. With a quiet grunt and the rattle of a spanner she shifted, the small repulsor-board beneath her sliding out from beneath the small freighter she'd been working on. Pulling herself up into a seated position on the board she let loose a sigh. The pitting on the hull was pretty bad, bad enough to necessitate a full panel replacement and even then she wasn't going to guarantee it would last more than a year at best. Wiping a greasy hand across her thigh, a dark stain of dirt smeared her green coveralls. Setting the spanner gripped in her hand on the tall toolbox beside her, Tami rose to her feet, the dark tan boots gripping the durasteel deck despite the slick surface. It's time for a break.

Letting her feet guide her, the mechanic's eyes traced left then right - then to the rear. She was always wary, even moreso in the crowd that was the citizenry of Alouten. It was as any major spaceport should be, at least by smuggler standards. The First Order while in the system had yet to fully command presence of the Starport and much illegal traffic and many less than legal dealings happened here - it was the primary reason she was here, if the truth were being told. While by all appearances she was just another starport worker or migrant mechanic, Tami was actually a woman by the name of Valerie, a First Order Security Bureau Agent. She'd been in system nearly a week, establishing a presence with the local spacers and she'd finally gotten a lead on the criminal element lurking beneath the surface. One of their favorite locations, most likely a front, was the Bruised Bantha, a hole in the wall establishment that catered to human and alien alike. While there weren't any illicit dealings up front, there was certainly something amiss. With her cover well in place, Tami figured it was about time to do some digging.

[member="Raziel"]​

 

[Hogrum Veed]

Post Seven.
Rehl Prime Space
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

The Lieutenant remained silent in regards to what the Admiral was capable of. Rumours suggested that he was quite capable of a lot of things, and very few of them were good. Veed's fists clenched. Officers existing, in positions of command when they didn't deserve it. The cutthroat politics of past Imperial organizations hadn't made itself prevalent in the relatively young age of the First Order. Still, someone was likely trying to undermine the Admiral before he got to an actual position in High Command.

"Are these archaic forms of technology even able to broadcast what we're sending Admiral?"

They barely even had electricity to begin with.

"Are we going down to the planet?"

 

[Raziel]

[member="Val Kordova"]

Raziel leaned over a small wooden bowl. Perched on a stool he sat shoulder to shoulder at the bar with two gilarians. The blue skinned natives talked over his head in their language. Soft words were interspersed with clicks and hisses.

"Too many tourists around the port this week, yeah," he interjected. The pair stopped talking and turned to notice him for the first time. Raziel grasped another piece of raw fish from the bowl between forefinger and thumb and swept it through so spiced paste. His accent and mannerisms were closely matched to that of the native human population.

Raziel has always been everyone and yet no one at all. An empty vessel, he mimicked those around him naturally to the extent that he often lost his own sense of self in the expectations of those closest to him. The worst of those strands still ran deep through his psyche. An empathic assassin; his dreams were haunted by the last impressions of his victims. Ghosts in his own mind, shadows of their real thoughts and emotions in those last moments.

[I saw damned stormtroopers on the street yesterday!] One of them complained.

"Illidaran break their spirit and leave them adrift," Raziel muttered. It was a common curse for outsiders that evoked their deity of the oceans and stars. There were carvings of their "Duesii" all across the shelves above the bar. Whilst he could mimick, there was always research. Learning the basics of their language had taken weeks.

Raziel glanced over his shoulder. It was the group in the corner he was interested in, not these two. Middle management of the local gangs, the aqualish was the main mark. Starting in the middle was better than starting at the bottom, but they had to work quietly. Each one in their path needed wrapping up in strings until they danced to his tune. But first they needed to find out what they could hold over them. Everyone had a weak point that could be squeezed. Even the less inaginitative sorts like this aqualish.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Gilaria: Objective 4
Post: 7/25

Obviously, so that they would not hamper FOSB operations on this planet, Star Tours preferred to just take care of the spacecraft maintenance areas and other areas away from any suspected criminal activities for the time being. But that did not prevent Dunames from bringing the building inspector and the other foreman while the duracrete is broken up, with Merrily taking over in the meantime. Now, Alouten had a wide variety of seafood restaurants, so it was difficult for her to pick one that will also be agreed upon by the other two, a Whiphid, who is the foreman, and a Chiss, who is the building inspector. Dunames finally chooses to eat at Chandri-Lama: while a little expensive, it still was better than nothing because it was one of those restaurants where one could easily have a spot, a table for three or four without having to book for it. Once they enter the austerely-decorated restaurant, Dunames could read the disappointment in the Chiss' face, but it will have to do.

"How may I serve you?" the majordomo of the hotel asked Dunames.

"I would like a table for three please"

"This way" the majordomo told the trio, while guiding them towards their assigned table.

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

Post: 1
Location: Gilara
Nearby: [member="Kyrel Ren"]

It was no coincidence that had taken Evaelyn to Gilara. It was a planet she had never heard of until recently, and she had little interest in the scenery. However, her contacts had it on good authority that the First Order would be here. She wasn’t even sure why. Conquest, if she were to take a wild guess. It didn’t really matter. She would either find them or find something that would lead her to them. And from there she could figure out all the rest. Worst case scenario; she simply jumped straight into an open warzone. What could possibly go wrong?

Her outfit was simple, tight-fitting grey pants, a fashionably ripped white shirt with a short, dark leather jacket on top. Casual as she may have appeared at first glance, there was little masking the fact that she was a warrior, considering she had a lightsaber hanging from her belt at her right hip, and something as savage and primitive as an axe on her left. Further, a simple blaster pistol remained strapped to her left thigh. The blue-haired woman looked fierce, but looking fierce meant nothing to a sniper when you were out of armour. She had more gear, but she had left it behind. If necessary she could collect that later. Maybe, if luck was on her side, the First Order would be more inclined to give her some more toys to play with if they thought she had none of her own.

So far Elyn had had no luck. But she was far from out of clues or things to work with. Her first stop had been a cantina. It wasn’t to sate her thirst, but rather because rumours and knowledge had a way of seeping in and out unchecked of places like these. For the right tip, maybe the bartender or someone else would have the answers she sought. Evaelyn, or rather Alycia Taylor as she was going by here, was trying to keep a low profile. The Zambrano name had a habit of drawing attention, and that was not something she was interested in presently. Alycia had barely gotten halfway through her glass and a conversation with another seated opposite of her by the bar counter when Kyrel Ren walked in.

There was little subtlety involved. He was her man, she was sure. The armour, the aura, it all practically screamed First Order. Not that she had intimate knowledge with the Order… But it had to be, right? ‘Alycia’ didn’t speak, although she did turn, completely ignoring the patron she’d been in conversation with. Perhaps the man would’ve done more than scoff if not for the imposing presence of the Ren. She faced Kyrel, eyeing him up from head to toe with interest and a hint of excitement, though devoid of fear. She wasn’t known for being able to recognise danger when she saw it, and thus faced it head on rather than avoiding it. Whether he would notice or not she did not know. Either he would, or he wouldn’t. It was only in the case of the latter she would be forced to initiate things.