Post by Darth Niamh on Aug 5, 2016 23:31:13 GMT
"The first thing I need done is a routine spice delivery later tonight. Go to the meeting, hand them the spice, take the money, go home. Really, it should be a blue milk run, but I'm sure you know how most blue milk runs turn out. First one thing goes wrong, then another, and before you know it, what should have been a quick in-and-out becomes a full-on lightfight. The influx of credits will make procuring the equipment we need much easier, and it also-"
"-Meetra," Bellatrix broke in, nodding towards Vaeros' right.
A woman, just shorter than Bellatrix, approached with a tray of glasses and a bottle of the same drink Vaeros had been poured. Her wavy hair, hanging down past her shoulders, was dyed a vibrant pink. However, as she drew nearer, her most prominent feature, even accounting for her flamboyant hair-color, was her right hand, made of glinting metal and painted stark-white as stormtrooper armor. The rest of her arm was concealed beneath her simple black business attire, but Vaeros could just make out a sliver of metal along her right collarbone, mostly hidden by her shirt's collar and hinting at more extensive cybernetics, though whether they were augmentation or reconstruction wasn't immediately apparent.
"Sorry I'm late," she apologized sincerely. "When I heard we had a message from Seven, I thought it was time for drinks. If it's good news, we'll all want one, if it's bad news, we'll all need one." Her quip prompted a chuckle from Varrik and earned a smile from Bellatrix. "Both of the bars up here are out, by the way," she added, pouring a glass for Varrik, Bellatrix, and herself and stepping towards Vaeros to refill his own glass. "I had to go to the ground floor. I have Cen'ma restock-" she broke off mid-sentence and froze in place as she met Vaeros' eyes, the bottle gripped tightly in her hand halfway between the pair. "Vaeros Kasto."
"-Meetra," Bellatrix broke in, nodding towards Vaeros' right.
A woman, just shorter than Bellatrix, approached with a tray of glasses and a bottle of the same drink Vaeros had been poured. Her wavy hair, hanging down past her shoulders, was dyed a vibrant pink. However, as she drew nearer, her most prominent feature, even accounting for her flamboyant hair-color, was her right hand, made of glinting metal and painted stark-white as stormtrooper armor. The rest of her arm was concealed beneath her simple black business attire, but Vaeros could just make out a sliver of metal along her right collarbone, mostly hidden by her shirt's collar and hinting at more extensive cybernetics, though whether they were augmentation or reconstruction wasn't immediately apparent.
"Sorry I'm late," she apologized sincerely. "When I heard we had a message from Seven, I thought it was time for drinks. If it's good news, we'll all want one, if it's bad news, we'll all need one." Her quip prompted a chuckle from Varrik and earned a smile from Bellatrix. "Both of the bars up here are out, by the way," she added, pouring a glass for Varrik, Bellatrix, and herself and stepping towards Vaeros to refill his own glass. "I had to go to the ground floor. I have Cen'ma restock-" she broke off mid-sentence and froze in place as she met Vaeros' eyes, the bottle gripped tightly in her hand halfway between the pair. "Vaeros Kasto."