Mirdala Priest
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Mirdala Priest
Roth, Rothana
Time: 0650
Having arrived two hours and twenty two minutes prior, I had been familiarizing myself with the outdoor loading docks. Dominion Intelligence picked me up post operation from Laressa, Phindar, and immediately set route for the capital of Rothana. The Shadebelly Skimmer's rear loading ramp remained lowered, Mandalorian private military contractors (PMC) conducting post flight maintenance.
I was enjoying a hot coffee, my helmet under my left arm and my shield resting beside me. An outdoor cafe kept dock personnel as well as newly arrived pilots warm and content with an assortment of hot beverages and deli sandwiches. Having been out in this cold for as long as I had, the vacuum seal of my Recon armor had allowed the chill into my bones some time ago. The coffee was a delight and I savored every sip today.
The last forty minutes had been spent walking the perimeter of the docks, it's outdoor setup making me uneasy. After a frigid trek through the surrounding forest, I had calmed my tactical paranoia, and returned to where my principal would be arriving. Principal. The irony did not escape me in the slightest.
Evelyn Yara Priest. Six years past I had hunted her down, captured her, interrogated her, and turned her over as a house servant bound to Priest Homestead. A month afterward I had been captured, also on Nar Shaddaa, and made a prisoner of the Empire. And here we are now. Evelyn had earned first the respect, then the love of my family, and had somehow managed to involve herself in Clan politics. Today, I would protect Evelyn, and she would represent my people along with Duke Ordo, here in the capital city of Roth.
Taking another sip of my quickly cooling coffee, and content that the landing dock was free of threat, I awaited the diplomatic representatives of Priest and Ordo. Honestly I wasn't sure how Evelyn Priest would react upon seeing me, but I knew one thing for certain: times had changed. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't a little curious how my family had changed the defiant, high society, rogue I had waterboarded so many years back.
Watching a Mandalorian vessel break atmosphere and prepare to land, I took another sip to hide my smile. "Rock n Roll."
@Evelyn Yara @Prudence
Mirdala Priest
Roth, Rothana
Time: 0650
Having arrived two hours and twenty two minutes prior, I had been familiarizing myself with the outdoor loading docks. Dominion Intelligence picked me up post operation from Laressa, Phindar, and immediately set route for the capital of Rothana. The Shadebelly Skimmer's rear loading ramp remained lowered, Mandalorian private military contractors (PMC) conducting post flight maintenance.
I was enjoying a hot coffee, my helmet under my left arm and my shield resting beside me. An outdoor cafe kept dock personnel as well as newly arrived pilots warm and content with an assortment of hot beverages and deli sandwiches. Having been out in this cold for as long as I had, the vacuum seal of my Recon armor had allowed the chill into my bones some time ago. The coffee was a delight and I savored every sip today.
The last forty minutes had been spent walking the perimeter of the docks, it's outdoor setup making me uneasy. After a frigid trek through the surrounding forest, I had calmed my tactical paranoia, and returned to where my principal would be arriving. Principal. The irony did not escape me in the slightest.
Evelyn Yara Priest. Six years past I had hunted her down, captured her, interrogated her, and turned her over as a house servant bound to Priest Homestead. A month afterward I had been captured, also on Nar Shaddaa, and made a prisoner of the Empire. And here we are now. Evelyn had earned first the respect, then the love of my family, and had somehow managed to involve herself in Clan politics. Today, I would protect Evelyn, and she would represent my people along with Duke Ordo, here in the capital city of Roth.
Taking another sip of my quickly cooling coffee, and content that the landing dock was free of threat, I awaited the diplomatic representatives of Priest and Ordo. Honestly I wasn't sure how Evelyn Priest would react upon seeing me, but I knew one thing for certain: times had changed. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't a little curious how my family had changed the defiant, high society, rogue I had waterboarded so many years back.
Watching a Mandalorian vessel break atmosphere and prepare to land, I took another sip to hide my smile. "Rock n Roll."
@Evelyn Yara @Prudence