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Genova, ever sparse with her words, gave a subtle shake of the head. Idle chit-chat wasn't exactly one of her strong suits, though being a Lorridian, there was more than one way to communicate. With a flick of a few fingers, she denoted the time spent waiting; a measly 5 minutes, hardly anything...

Shereshoy Space Station - Orbiting Contruum This mission was, admittedly, not within Genova's usual scope of assignments but when the alor of their Veren family requested her involvement, who was she to refuse? Perhaps this was an attempt at more 'networking'. After all, their clan was...

Genova's chest heaved with exertion, but she didn't relent, not until the Goliath finally tossed her up and off of him. As soon as she was shunted off her perch, she threw her arms up, ready to block anything that might follow. Yet nothing came. No counter, no jab or kick. Her heart (thumping...

Wrestling with @Foe’guth Rook was like rangling a ranchor. The damn brute was so bulky, it was only a matter of time before he took her to the ground. Nearly knocked the wind right out of her doing it too. Still, Genova struggled against him, landing a punch or two whenever she could. His lesson...

Foe (the damn di'kut) was surprisingly fast, but when fighting up close and personal, it was to be expected. Underestimating your opponent was a good way as any to get the sense knocked out of you. @Kyusil Veren demonstrated that beautifully. Genova, however, wouldn't go down so easy; if the...

Silent as ever, the armourer of the Veren clan watched as chaos ensued. Functions like these were a little noisy for her taste, but someone had to represent their kin. Then again @Kyusil Veren seemed to be doing their fair share of 'networking'. For now, the Lorrdian for hang back and observe...

A Sith. The Veren clan were really under the employ of a sith. Genova wasn't really sure how exactly to feel about that and her long-running silence on the matter said just as much. She'd heard tales of the dark space wizards, and their Jedi counterparts, but up until now, she had been rather...

Entering the planet's makeshift watering hole, Genova took the canteen from Jado without really offering much reason. Her intent was clear, however, as she planned on using it as a premise in which to approach the bar. She would have finished its contents first, but the Lorrdian didn't want to...

Liars. Deceivers. The Carosians whole demeanour stank of trickery. The more they spoke, the more Genova was certain the two cretins were involved in something shady. To make matters worse, they were now wasting time with this whole 'let's lead them into a trap' - didn't these di'kuts realise...

"Wren!" One minute, @Song Wren was standing; not a moment later, she was down, shot by a concealed sniper. The bounty hunter. Coward! Genova cursed bitterly under her breath and went to the ground, shuffling for cover. The open air was no good to her now, not when their assailant was utilising...

Her battle brother had raised a fair point. Attacking in the day would be unexpected but it would mean sacrificing an even great asset. Optimal stealth. Thinking on it further, @Hokaan Veren 's suggestion was rather ingenious. The irony certainly wasn't lost either; trapping the slavers within...

"Who do you think you are in that armour?" What kind of question was that? It was pretty obvious, wasn't it? Everyone in the known galaxy recognised Mandalorians and their armour. If this was some idea of a joke, the Dug's sense of humour was as pretty piss poor as his customer service. Genova...

Being a Lorrdian, Genova was quite adept when it came to observation. She looked for even the faintest of signals, whether that be a shifting of the eyes or even a flicker in the expression; nothing could escape her notice. Leaving her fellow Mandos to do all the talking, Genova instead chose to...

Genova took to the skies with her jetpack rather than go low. She'd recognised that distinctive sound anywhere, the mechanical shifting of gears being a dead giveaway. Automated defensive turrets. Their quarry wanted to play it that, huh? Staying in the air, her cybernetic eye had the...

Kriff. The stabiliser had a crack in it. That would be a problem, seeing as the component was vital in its transmission of power flow to the engines. Luckily, Genova was thorough when it came to her work; she had checked the engine bay out of habit and had caught sight of the fault shortly after...

Though usually quiet in nature, Genova was feeling especially broody. Distasteful as slavers were, the Lorddian foundling had a particular dislike for them and their kind. It was slavers who had killed off her commune, and it was at their hands Genova had been left so badly disfigured. She had...

Being the last to arrive, Genova wasted no time in finding her Mando brethren. They weren't exactly hard to spot, given the weapons and usual visage. Admittedly, the clan's leadership had offered her a temporary vessel but the armourer had declined, instead opting to make her own way to Carosi...

A rotten jogan fruit would come sailing through the air, right at Jado. Lucky for him, it hit the wall just to the side, splattering on impact with a less than pleasant squelch. Honestly, Genova could have aimed it better but she didn't want to get pulp on the visor she would no doubt have to...

Deep Space, Near the planet Klatooine She was going to kill him. This time, she was definitely going to kill him. Wasn't a ship meant to be a man's castle? Obviously, Jado had never heard that saying before because his starfighter was in a real osik state. Now, to be beware, she wasn't...

Genova greeted Hokaan, a fellow armorer, far gentler than she did Jado and for good reason. This particular clansman wasn't well known to her; the last thing she wanted was to scare him off. Truth be told, she was quite relieved to hear he'd be joining them. Whilst most Mandos favoured 'shock...