Despite only just beginning her position with Apex, Jayna wasted no time whatsoever - immediately working towards the recruitment discussed with Arla. Her own political ambitions far surpassed the mercenary company, but their cooperation was something that would undoubtedly benefit her in the future. Apex was owned and operated by a member of the Thorne family, and furthering their influence within the Galaxy would always be a priority for Jayna.
The Heiress had opted for an up-scale cafe on the Galactica, reserving the floor for herself and Aden. The reputation of the Freelancer was legendary across the Galaxy - and her own father had worked with the man years ago. He was a prime candidate to begin the aerial division of Apex, and it placed his acquisition high on her to-do list.
She was dressed for the occasion - sporting a white button-down blouse that was tucked into slim dress pants. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose bun, while an expensive chrono glittered on her wrist. The Thorne Heiress was considerably less concerned with her own security on the Space Station, but nevertheless kept a Blackwell Droid a few paces away from their table. Closer, was the familiar visage of hee protocol droid.
“Miss Thorne,” It’s voice echoed, briefly capturing Jayna’s gaze. “I’ve been informed that Mr. Archer has just arrived.”
The Heiress had opted for an up-scale cafe on the Galactica, reserving the floor for herself and Aden. The reputation of the Freelancer was legendary across the Galaxy - and her own father had worked with the man years ago. He was a prime candidate to begin the aerial division of Apex, and it placed his acquisition high on her to-do list.
She was dressed for the occasion - sporting a white button-down blouse that was tucked into slim dress pants. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose bun, while an expensive chrono glittered on her wrist. The Thorne Heiress was considerably less concerned with her own security on the Space Station, but nevertheless kept a Blackwell Droid a few paces away from their table. Closer, was the familiar visage of hee protocol droid.
“Miss Thorne,” It’s voice echoed, briefly capturing Jayna’s gaze. “I’ve been informed that Mr. Archer has just arrived.”