Help Me, Obi-Wan Kenobi

[Solaris]

Katarina Forge sat in a Mos Eisley cantina, dressed in her form-fitting black armor with its shaped charcoal-grey plating. She had her collar-length hair pulled back into a pair of club ponytails behind her ears, and wore little make-up beyond lip gloss - and that was mostly to protect against the heat and the dry. She honestly didn't need it, and really much preferred to not draw attention to her looks. Kat had a superheavy blaster pistol strapped to her right thigh and a couple of vibroblades, but bore no other obvious weapons. So far as Tatooinians went, she fit right in.

The cantina she sat in was noisy and rather crowded; not a bug, a feature. While she had a few gadgets useful for keeping clandestine meetings clandestine, Katarina much preferred to ensure as many layers of security as possible. She had to; paranoia was the only thing keeping the Imperial Knights alive. Katarina drummed her fingers on the wire-mesh table, looking around for her fellow Imperial Knight who was supposed to meet her. She bit her lip, wondering what was keeping him - they were supposed to meet at 1830 local, and it was already 1822.

 

[D.C.]

Aye, the spellslinger did not arrive early, because he ran into some trouble back at the space port where he had docked his freighter. Dock workers demanded that he'd pay extra fees, and of course the man started to argue because he just knew that they were trying to trick him; to basically steal the money from him. He might have used a slight mind trick if he was not on official IK business here, but because he did not want to draw any attention whatsoever he refrained from using the power of the Force, even if it was but a little bit and barely noticable. Instead, he used his silver tongue to argue with the workers. This did not take long because the workers outsmarted him, but because Roland was about to outsmart the dock workers they decided to take him to the port's manager. It did not take long because the manager was that smart, either. It simply took this long because he had to wait a long while before he could finally enter the manager's office. Yes, Roland had tried to make clear to the men who'd brought him there that he had an appointment elsewhere, but they would have none of it.

When he finally stepped into the cantina where he was supposed to meet a fellow Imperial Knight, one he had never met before but had certainly heard a lot about, it was already 18:26, and Roland was slightly worried that his colleague had already left because she might assume that he would not show up anymore. He was not sure what she looked like and knew nothing about her other than the fact that she was the faction's Lancer and that her name was of course Katarina Forge. He was curious about her. He had been out there, travelling the galaxy for some time on his own, and had only just reported back to his faction and received this new mission. A few things had changed while he was out on a special mission only he and the Pendragon knew about.

Roland blended in with the patrons perfectly as he wore his sand-coloured leather longcoat and his cowboy hat. His old sandalwood revolver was hidden underneath his coat. With his striking, ice-blue eyes he scanned his surroundings, looking for the lady he was supposed to meet. He scratched his thick stubble beard as he searched for her, and he would've found her much sooner had he reached out in the Force, but he didn't dare do that. Aye, he too was paranoid.

Then he saw a young lady sitting by herself. A beautiful lady. Yes, this had to be her. He approached her and when he stood by her table he took off his hat and, holding it in his right hand, held it against his chest. He smiled as he gazed upon her with his shimmering, ice-blue eyes.

"Hile, lady," he said, nodding to her, "I noticed thee when I entered this fine establishment and, considering most tables are already taken, I was wondering if I would be allowed to join ya." Within the order he was known for the way he spoke; he had a thick Southern Corellian accent, yet spoke elegantly and formally when he felt like he needed to. "The name is Roland Xall, and I wish thee long days and pleasant nights."

 

[Solaris]

"Bonjour, Monsieur Roland Xall," she said with a smile, charmed by his courtly manner. Katarina wasn't bothering to disguise her native accent; even after thirty years among the cosmopolitan order, she still retained the accent of her Bocce-speaking parents. She gestured towards the empty row of seats across the table from her. "I would be 'onored eef you would join me," she said as she discreetly flashed him a recognition signal with her left hand, letting him know that she was indeed the one he was supposed to meet - it would be most unpleasant if he failed to provide the proper response. Still, she was fairly sure it was the right man - he gave the proper name, and his muffled presence in the Force indicated he was use some method of Force concealment.

"I'm Katarina Forge," she said as he sat down. Her gaze lingered on his eyes; Kat had a weakness for pale blue eyes like his. "My friends call me Katarina or Kat - but never Keetty."