The Face Sculptor

[Officiant]

The Face Sculptor​

Akaria Denon leaned back with her feet up on the end of a very long wooden table in one of the many board rooms at the Border Alliance's headquarters on Bandomeer. Tall, lithe, blonde and beautiful, the Echani woman's outer appearance was deceptive considering her reputation, which had preceded her to this meeting. Different functionaries and intelligence officers had no doubt seen to that. Many could and had called her insane for not just her personality "quirks" but also the seeming lack of ethical or moral inclinations she had when it came to her work. From the ageing beauties of the Core to the Hutts of the Outer Rim, they all sang her praises for the "inventive" and "revolutionary" procedures she offered. She was likewise sought after in corporate spheres for her lack of ethical considerations when it came to take on certain "sensitive" projects. These contracts were usually her more dangerous and colorful ones considering that she was often a victim of her own successes. Still, after the death of the first hit squad or the loss of a research base they backed off. Dealing with them was a necessary evil to acquire the resources Akaria wanted and her independence was the only condition to her employment, other than her very odd and specific list of compensations for services rendered.

In Akaria's hands was a collection of papers that epitomized light reading. It was her intelligence brief compiled by the intelligence services of the Border Alliance. There were transcripts of communications from Mandalore detailing her membership of Clan Ordo and how she was to be treated with the respect accorded a citizen of Mandalore. There were highlighted sentences in scattered reports from corporate agents identifying either her by name or an insane Echani Doctor in association with six rather large "accidents". She was also connected with her alias as "The Face Sculptor" in the noble houses of the Core.

"My, my how these rugged frontiersmen get around." She muttered aloud, biting her lip as she read the vague and sparse intelligence dossier. True it rightly attached her with several incidents in the Outer Rim and a few in the Core, but it contained so very little on the specifics of her work and life. Akaria prided herself on her discretion and her clients relied on it.

The door opened and Akaria peered over the file and down the long table to the end of the even longer room. Standing there between the two guards the interviewer had recommended be placed in the room to watch her was a rather striking humanoid man. About three inches taller than herself, though mightier in frame, his rugged repose stood in contrast to her icy and refined features that still exuded what had been called "vibrancy".

(OOC: @Raydo )

Akaria watched him approach, closing the file and leaning even farther back in the chair.

"Bit of a lofty title don't you think? 'High Commander', sounds a bit out of step for a modest Jedi don't you think?" Akaria mused, her eyes trailing the High Commander's approach to her at the head of the conference table. "Still I guess 'Jedi Lord' is an even loftier one, they could make you 'Supreme Commander' and it would still be half as pretentious as what that Jedi upstart calls himself." She said, taking her eyes off him for a moment.

(OOC: @Raydo )