The Rebel Faction

Syren stretches languidly as she exits with the Falleen Captain. The trip was uneventful, time was passed with small talk. The Captain tried to get more information about her, but his efforts were fruitless. Syren guards her privacy fiercely. However, she did learn that the Captain enjoys listening to the sound of his own voice and she's learned much more than that. Useful information to keep tucked away in the back of one's mind. Just in case it is needed one day in the future.

Eyes as dark as saccloth examine the immediate area once they are free and clear of the ship. Aspiring buildings, plumes of thick roiling smoke billowing from the factories, traffic as thick and organized into a chaotic mess just as it is back on Coruscant. Still, there is an odd beauty to the place; if one can find beauty in chaos, that is.

"Careful Captain. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you're trying to impress me.", the woman next to him says as she takes a few steps forward and spins slowly on her heels to see the sights that were once behind her.

Syren glances to the Captain once more, "Seems like any other city, to be honest.", she states non-chalantly. Turning so she now faces the Captain, she folds her arms loosely beneath her chest and adjusts her body's weight to the right, causing a hip to jut out gently. "And what are we to do for the next few hours as we await the arrival of your illustrious superiors?"

"My fun tends to get people into trouble. Mainly me.", she replies, smirking to the Captain. Another quick look around the area and she lets out a breath, blowing a stray lock of hair off of her forehead.

"How about a drink? I do believe I can control my homicidal tendencies for a few hours until the Generals arrive."

"Always someone trying to stand in the way of my fun.", she mutters, eyeing the Captain again. As he extends his arm for her to take, she narrows her eyes; almost dangerously. "This isn't a date.", she remarks, refusing to be escorted anywhere. Though, she does walk along his side, also refusing to walk behind anyone - higher rank or not.

"Good. I'm a bit hungry so dinner is on you." My my, isn't she the presumptious one. However, she's certain he will be picking up the tab so she points out one of the more reputible looking (read expensive) establishments along the way.

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[size=2]High Regent Sully Anre steepled his fingers and raised an eyebrow at his personal aide, Myra, who was standing across his desk. She was as beautiful, if not as ethnic, as the woman in the holograph accompanied by the Falleen commander. Myra had long and silky black hair, pale and clear gray eyes, and an exquisite figure. There were no flaws in Myra's face or form, and there was always a coolness about her. A pair of Drhazi Dameun guards were posted at the outside of the Regent's doors as the meeting progressed inside the Imperial Royal Palace of the Black Dragon, on Argai.


"Our intelligence indicates her name is Syren," Myra said, glancing at the holo. "Captain Schi discovered her on Coruscant and has brought her here for a possible recruitment into the services of our Imperium. Her appearance seems to be about past twenty standard years, no political affiliations, no criminal records in any of the major systems that we can determine, but I am sure they may have been altered, and, as far as we are able to determine, completely amoral." Myra's voice was, in contrast to her appearance, warm, inviting, a rich alto. She deactivated the hologram. "And lastly, a Force user."

Anre smiled, revealing his own perfect teeth, which complimented the neatly trimmed beard. "She may do," he said. "Make this meeting happen. With only General Grevious as our main Force user in the Imperium, we could use another to attend to our service."

Myra folded her hands behind her back. "I will inform Captain Schi and General Grevious to meet with you in your conference chambers in the lower levels." Her eyes flicked to the chrono. "As well, Kyric Zen has arrived on Argai."

"He has? I thought he was enroute to Dameo?" He raised an eyebrow again. "Very well, make him welcome," he stated. "It is good to see our Farfalen comrades once again. If he is here to attend to this Syren's recruitment, send him in immediately."

Myra nodded once, turned, and left. She looked as good from behind as she did from the front...

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Before the two could be seated, someone approached, placing his hand upon the shoulder of the Falleen Captain. Syren's immediate and subconscious reaction is to move her hand to the hilt of one of her saber's upon her hip as she turns fluidly on her heels to eye the man squarely.

Since the Falleen Captain didn't seem disturbed by the man, Syren relaxed ... a little. Dark eyes move over the newly arrived figure then return to settle comfortably on Revan's own gaze.

"Yes, I am Syren. Charmed to make your acquaintance."