Post by Xyl'an on Feb 4, 2013 9:09:57 GMT -5
Xyl'an walks sharply through the halls of the Senate Tower. He glances down at a piece of flimsi in his hands and re-reads it as he continues.
'A Chiss Intelligence Professional has defected. She has given all information relevant to her defection and reconditioning as a Republic Citizen. She will give no further information until she is released to the custody of a Tua'diran. We can't reach Ryl'an, X. Report when you can. -Colonel T.'
Xyl'an shakes his head again as he continues to the coordinates that came with the message. He passes a Major, dressed in his dress whites, on his way in. The Major glances at the armored individual that doesn't have any insignia or rank shown. The Major goes to say something about this individual not rendering the proper courtesy, but thinks better of it when he realizes that in addition to carrying a loaded rifle slung on his back, a blaster at his hip and a knife on the other, he also seems to have what looks like blood smeared on one pauldron. 'Best to leave anyone fitting that description alone..' The Major thinks to himself as the armored person walks by.
Xyl'an rounds the corner and moves into the wing that signs identify as 'Office of Immigration and Refugee Reconditioning.' He shakes his head upon reading the sign. 'Is that what they call it now?' He rounds the corner and walks into the large office at the end of the hall. He quickly glances about the room. One Weequay, he seems to favor his right side so a punch dagger through his exposed left would be most effective. Two Rodians, neither with a visible weapon of any sort so Xyl'an would assume pacifist with a shake of his head as his gaze continued around the room. Two humans, three twi'lek (two Tukian and one Darian) and finally... a lone Chiss female.
Once he sees her, she immediately stands out. Not just for her vibrant blue skin tone, or her almost glowing red eyes. Everything from her posture, to how she has moved herself to stand away from the rest of the group. She is dressed in a form fitting jumpsuit. Impeccable white boots with the legs of her jumpsuit tucked in and bloused neatly. Her top extends down over her waist slightly, and is zipped up almost to her throat. Though she appears unarmed like the Rodians, she exudes a sense of quiet danger. He makes a mental note to revisit that and wonder what about her puts him on edge.. he can't put his finger on it.
He moves to her and reaches for the pressure release of his helm. He is in the process of taking his helmet off when he glances through the visor and realizes she has already moved to attention and is saluting. He pulls his helm off, letting his lekku fall down his back to their fullest extent, and the first thing he hears is her address him: "Captain Tua'diran." He returns her salute.
"How did you-" he starts.
"You are the first being that has walked towards me and not away from me, Sir. So you could only be one of the Tua'diran brothers, and since you are not a mountain, you are not the younger of the two." She states matter of factly in a thick Imperial accent, as though it should have been obvious all along.
Xyl'an nods and glances at a Lieutenant that is walking up behind the Chiss. He glances at his paperwork a moment and then hands the documents to Xyl'an. Xyl'an glances quickly at the document, long enough to know that it's her personnel file, and tucks it away under his arm.
He glances at her and almost frowns. He's trying hard to remember where he knows her from. He's seen her before, when he was still an Imperial Infantry Major. She was a Watcher. 35 or 36? He knows it was one of those. "Watcher 35 ni-" he starts.
"Sir, Watcher 35 was an overweight, over-utilized, under-skilled, under-trained, subpar human male that stood at one point eight eight six five meters, and had a bad limp in his left leg from a training accident in his youth. So he claims anyway, I have never been able to find a record of this event. How you could confuse me with him is simply beyond my reasoning, Sir. I am Koa'r'is, formerly Watcher 36."
Xyl'an goes quiet again and just looks at her. He locks his jaw for a moment as he considers something. Her memorization is incredible. He takes a step to the side so that when she follows him with her gaze, she loses sight of the rest of the room. "Very well, 36. How many beings present a threat in this room?"
Koa'r'is pauses for a moment as though she doesn't understand the question, "I'm assuming you want them in order, Sir. You present the largest threat having more weaponry on you than the rest of the room combined. You carry yourself with more bravado than I would expect from one of your background though it is not unwarranted. The Republic Lieutenant and the Weequay are tied for distant second, the taller Rodian is third, and the Darian Twi'lek is last. No other beings in this room present a threat."
He glances over her targets for a moment, judging the order. "Why is the Rodian third? They are unarmed and appear to be of the pacifist caste. And why only the Darian Twi'lek?"
She pauses again with that look she gives him that he is slowly growing accustomed to. With her expression she makes him feel like a child that is learning his alphabet from a master teacher. "The Rodian is third because he is hiding a vibroknife in the back of his left boot, you can tell that the loose blousing over it still just shows the tip of a handle. And the Darian, Sir, because the other two treat him as a leader. If you were to take him out, the two underlings will do what ninety eight point oh oh seven six percent of the Twi'lek population do when threatened... run."
He glances over the Rodian again and nods, seeing the slight bulge at the back of his pants where it meets the boot. The Rodian wants to appear pacifist which bodes ill for someone. He then glances back at the Twi'lek who are glancing at Koa'r'is, and speaking in Ryl, he tunes in to their conversation for just a moment only getting the non-verbal at this distance.
'What is the Lethan doing with her?'
'What is a Lethan doing here regardless? Were I him, I'd be hiding.'
'Does she own him? Would a Chiss own slaves?'
'Stop motioning, he's watching us.'
He smirks as they stop signing in Ryl and move to a verbal communication. Probably Huttese, knowing his kind. He motioned to Koa'r'is and steps out of the room. He glances back after a few meters because he doesn't hear her move to follow him. He is surprised by the fact that she is standing right behind him, apparently she fell in behind him in perfect step, and her steps being lighter than hers, he couldn't hear them. He adds that to the list of things he needs to watch around her.
"Why didn't you put yourself on the list? Are you a peaceful, Republic-loving Chiss now?" He says almost teasingly.
"Because I am no threat to you, Sir. Those were the parameters." She replies.
"No, I said threat, not threat to me." He replies as they continue down the hall.
She remains silent for a moment and then replies, "That would depend on many factors, Sir, but at the moment I am second only to you."
He smirks as they continue walking, "What factors would that be?"
Again, she remains silent for a moment, "On if your rifle sling is double wrapped or single, on if there is a draw catch on your blaster, and on if you could get the spring in your punch dagger to release faster than I could do the catch on the knife you have on your hip. As I am unarmed and you are heavily armed, my first course of action would to be to take the weapon I can retrieve the fastest and use it to the best of my ability before you can counter with anything in your arsenal. If the sling on your rifle is single wrapped, grabbing the base of the sling and pulling will give me your rifle, which at this proximity will punch through your armor fairly easily. Your blaster holster looks to have a draw catch, so that would be my last course as you could stop me too easily. Your knife however has no catch, and though I have to cross draw to pull it from behind you, the seam in your armor at the base of your neck is the perfect place to slip the blade and sever your spine. You would still be alive, but you would be neutralized." She pauses for a moment, and Xyl'an glances back to see her looking at him from head to toe as though she is still calculating something. She pauses when she sees he's looking at her and continues. ".. Sir."
Xyl'an turns around again, so she can't see his face, which is thick with surprise. He mentally puts her at the top of his threat list. "And if you were armed, and didn't have to take my weapons?"
"Right now, Sir. I'd be the biggest threat. And before you ask 'why is that', it's because your back is turned to me. Were we face to face, I'd say a tie."
Xyl'an can't help but chuckle lightly, this one is a firecracker. Not because of her claims, or her attitude, or the way she carries herself. But in the calm, cool way she answers with brutal honesty and quantified intelligence on just the smallest of observations. 'And speaking of observations' Xyl'an thinks to himself, 'I need to get that seam in my armor sealed.'
He takes her to the vast Senate Plaza and chooses a corner that does not look as though it is used regularly. He takes a seat and motions for her to do the same. He pushes a button on his left forearm with his right hand, and a small whine is heard before Koa'r'is would feel the small hairs on her neck stand on end. He just fired a small EMP.
"Okay, 36-" He begins.
"Ari, Sir." She corrects him. He marvels slightly at her Imperial accent again. He has always liked the way the Imperials sounded, over the more simplistic Republic accents. He decides to himself that if he ever were to take a mate, if she didn't speak Mando'a, she'd better sound Imperial.
"Very well... Ari. As you are now in my custody, I would be remiss not to tell you what I do for the outfit I'm in." He gives her the bulk of the Gra'tua Cuun mandate, and how they go about their mission. He does not give her any base locations with the exception of Hoth and Ord Mantell, and does not give her troop strengths.
"We are looking for someone to lead our Navy. I can't lead the fight on the ground, and the one in the sky at the same time. I need someone who is sharp, who can instantly memorize information and calculate what to do with it. Someone who can provide overwatch and direct the ground forces as needed. Do you think you can do that?" He asks glancing at her facial expressions and body language. He gets distracted by her body for just a moment and forgets to be looking at the language part.
Koa'r'is either ignores his gaze, or is simply too busy to notice. "Of course, Sir."
Xyl'an's gaze snaps back to her smoldering red eyes. Again they seem almost incandescent. "Red, green, 35, 46, 78, teal, red, blue, green, 59, orange, 67, 46, teal, 35, 78." He then pauses for a long moment after his barrage of nonsense. This is a game young Mandalorian's play to test their memory. "What is the first color and number that I said that I did not repeat?"
Ari pauses for a long moment and then repeats. "Blue, and 59. Sir."
Xyl'an nods to himself, pleased with the response. "Welcome aboard Lieutenant. You will have access to a system. I want you to start looking at the Republic ship capabilities and the Imperial ship capabilities. Fill in what we don't know, learn what you don't know. You should be the subject matter expert in no time. Everything from small shuttles and fighters to Capital Ships. Learn it all."
Ari, for the first time lets a smirk crack her cold and emotionless features. "That all, Sir? I thought you had something difficult in mind."
'A Chiss Intelligence Professional has defected. She has given all information relevant to her defection and reconditioning as a Republic Citizen. She will give no further information until she is released to the custody of a Tua'diran. We can't reach Ryl'an, X. Report when you can. -Colonel T.'
Xyl'an shakes his head again as he continues to the coordinates that came with the message. He passes a Major, dressed in his dress whites, on his way in. The Major glances at the armored individual that doesn't have any insignia or rank shown. The Major goes to say something about this individual not rendering the proper courtesy, but thinks better of it when he realizes that in addition to carrying a loaded rifle slung on his back, a blaster at his hip and a knife on the other, he also seems to have what looks like blood smeared on one pauldron. 'Best to leave anyone fitting that description alone..' The Major thinks to himself as the armored person walks by.
Xyl'an rounds the corner and moves into the wing that signs identify as 'Office of Immigration and Refugee Reconditioning.' He shakes his head upon reading the sign. 'Is that what they call it now?' He rounds the corner and walks into the large office at the end of the hall. He quickly glances about the room. One Weequay, he seems to favor his right side so a punch dagger through his exposed left would be most effective. Two Rodians, neither with a visible weapon of any sort so Xyl'an would assume pacifist with a shake of his head as his gaze continued around the room. Two humans, three twi'lek (two Tukian and one Darian) and finally... a lone Chiss female.
Once he sees her, she immediately stands out. Not just for her vibrant blue skin tone, or her almost glowing red eyes. Everything from her posture, to how she has moved herself to stand away from the rest of the group. She is dressed in a form fitting jumpsuit. Impeccable white boots with the legs of her jumpsuit tucked in and bloused neatly. Her top extends down over her waist slightly, and is zipped up almost to her throat. Though she appears unarmed like the Rodians, she exudes a sense of quiet danger. He makes a mental note to revisit that and wonder what about her puts him on edge.. he can't put his finger on it.
He moves to her and reaches for the pressure release of his helm. He is in the process of taking his helmet off when he glances through the visor and realizes she has already moved to attention and is saluting. He pulls his helm off, letting his lekku fall down his back to their fullest extent, and the first thing he hears is her address him: "Captain Tua'diran." He returns her salute.
"How did you-" he starts.
"You are the first being that has walked towards me and not away from me, Sir. So you could only be one of the Tua'diran brothers, and since you are not a mountain, you are not the younger of the two." She states matter of factly in a thick Imperial accent, as though it should have been obvious all along.
Xyl'an nods and glances at a Lieutenant that is walking up behind the Chiss. He glances at his paperwork a moment and then hands the documents to Xyl'an. Xyl'an glances quickly at the document, long enough to know that it's her personnel file, and tucks it away under his arm.
He glances at her and almost frowns. He's trying hard to remember where he knows her from. He's seen her before, when he was still an Imperial Infantry Major. She was a Watcher. 35 or 36? He knows it was one of those. "Watcher 35 ni-" he starts.
"Sir, Watcher 35 was an overweight, over-utilized, under-skilled, under-trained, subpar human male that stood at one point eight eight six five meters, and had a bad limp in his left leg from a training accident in his youth. So he claims anyway, I have never been able to find a record of this event. How you could confuse me with him is simply beyond my reasoning, Sir. I am Koa'r'is, formerly Watcher 36."
Xyl'an goes quiet again and just looks at her. He locks his jaw for a moment as he considers something. Her memorization is incredible. He takes a step to the side so that when she follows him with her gaze, she loses sight of the rest of the room. "Very well, 36. How many beings present a threat in this room?"
Koa'r'is pauses for a moment as though she doesn't understand the question, "I'm assuming you want them in order, Sir. You present the largest threat having more weaponry on you than the rest of the room combined. You carry yourself with more bravado than I would expect from one of your background though it is not unwarranted. The Republic Lieutenant and the Weequay are tied for distant second, the taller Rodian is third, and the Darian Twi'lek is last. No other beings in this room present a threat."
He glances over her targets for a moment, judging the order. "Why is the Rodian third? They are unarmed and appear to be of the pacifist caste. And why only the Darian Twi'lek?"
She pauses again with that look she gives him that he is slowly growing accustomed to. With her expression she makes him feel like a child that is learning his alphabet from a master teacher. "The Rodian is third because he is hiding a vibroknife in the back of his left boot, you can tell that the loose blousing over it still just shows the tip of a handle. And the Darian, Sir, because the other two treat him as a leader. If you were to take him out, the two underlings will do what ninety eight point oh oh seven six percent of the Twi'lek population do when threatened... run."
He glances over the Rodian again and nods, seeing the slight bulge at the back of his pants where it meets the boot. The Rodian wants to appear pacifist which bodes ill for someone. He then glances back at the Twi'lek who are glancing at Koa'r'is, and speaking in Ryl, he tunes in to their conversation for just a moment only getting the non-verbal at this distance.
'What is the Lethan doing with her?'
'What is a Lethan doing here regardless? Were I him, I'd be hiding.'
'Does she own him? Would a Chiss own slaves?'
'Stop motioning, he's watching us.'
He smirks as they stop signing in Ryl and move to a verbal communication. Probably Huttese, knowing his kind. He motioned to Koa'r'is and steps out of the room. He glances back after a few meters because he doesn't hear her move to follow him. He is surprised by the fact that she is standing right behind him, apparently she fell in behind him in perfect step, and her steps being lighter than hers, he couldn't hear them. He adds that to the list of things he needs to watch around her.
"Why didn't you put yourself on the list? Are you a peaceful, Republic-loving Chiss now?" He says almost teasingly.
"Because I am no threat to you, Sir. Those were the parameters." She replies.
"No, I said threat, not threat to me." He replies as they continue down the hall.
She remains silent for a moment and then replies, "That would depend on many factors, Sir, but at the moment I am second only to you."
He smirks as they continue walking, "What factors would that be?"
Again, she remains silent for a moment, "On if your rifle sling is double wrapped or single, on if there is a draw catch on your blaster, and on if you could get the spring in your punch dagger to release faster than I could do the catch on the knife you have on your hip. As I am unarmed and you are heavily armed, my first course of action would to be to take the weapon I can retrieve the fastest and use it to the best of my ability before you can counter with anything in your arsenal. If the sling on your rifle is single wrapped, grabbing the base of the sling and pulling will give me your rifle, which at this proximity will punch through your armor fairly easily. Your blaster holster looks to have a draw catch, so that would be my last course as you could stop me too easily. Your knife however has no catch, and though I have to cross draw to pull it from behind you, the seam in your armor at the base of your neck is the perfect place to slip the blade and sever your spine. You would still be alive, but you would be neutralized." She pauses for a moment, and Xyl'an glances back to see her looking at him from head to toe as though she is still calculating something. She pauses when she sees he's looking at her and continues. ".. Sir."
Xyl'an turns around again, so she can't see his face, which is thick with surprise. He mentally puts her at the top of his threat list. "And if you were armed, and didn't have to take my weapons?"
"Right now, Sir. I'd be the biggest threat. And before you ask 'why is that', it's because your back is turned to me. Were we face to face, I'd say a tie."
Xyl'an can't help but chuckle lightly, this one is a firecracker. Not because of her claims, or her attitude, or the way she carries herself. But in the calm, cool way she answers with brutal honesty and quantified intelligence on just the smallest of observations. 'And speaking of observations' Xyl'an thinks to himself, 'I need to get that seam in my armor sealed.'
He takes her to the vast Senate Plaza and chooses a corner that does not look as though it is used regularly. He takes a seat and motions for her to do the same. He pushes a button on his left forearm with his right hand, and a small whine is heard before Koa'r'is would feel the small hairs on her neck stand on end. He just fired a small EMP.
"Okay, 36-" He begins.
"Ari, Sir." She corrects him. He marvels slightly at her Imperial accent again. He has always liked the way the Imperials sounded, over the more simplistic Republic accents. He decides to himself that if he ever were to take a mate, if she didn't speak Mando'a, she'd better sound Imperial.
"Very well... Ari. As you are now in my custody, I would be remiss not to tell you what I do for the outfit I'm in." He gives her the bulk of the Gra'tua Cuun mandate, and how they go about their mission. He does not give her any base locations with the exception of Hoth and Ord Mantell, and does not give her troop strengths.
"We are looking for someone to lead our Navy. I can't lead the fight on the ground, and the one in the sky at the same time. I need someone who is sharp, who can instantly memorize information and calculate what to do with it. Someone who can provide overwatch and direct the ground forces as needed. Do you think you can do that?" He asks glancing at her facial expressions and body language. He gets distracted by her body for just a moment and forgets to be looking at the language part.
Koa'r'is either ignores his gaze, or is simply too busy to notice. "Of course, Sir."
Xyl'an's gaze snaps back to her smoldering red eyes. Again they seem almost incandescent. "Red, green, 35, 46, 78, teal, red, blue, green, 59, orange, 67, 46, teal, 35, 78." He then pauses for a long moment after his barrage of nonsense. This is a game young Mandalorian's play to test their memory. "What is the first color and number that I said that I did not repeat?"
Ari pauses for a long moment and then repeats. "Blue, and 59. Sir."
Xyl'an nods to himself, pleased with the response. "Welcome aboard Lieutenant. You will have access to a system. I want you to start looking at the Republic ship capabilities and the Imperial ship capabilities. Fill in what we don't know, learn what you don't know. You should be the subject matter expert in no time. Everything from small shuttles and fighters to Capital Ships. Learn it all."
Ari, for the first time lets a smirk crack her cold and emotionless features. "That all, Sir? I thought you had something difficult in mind."