Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2018 17:57:11 GMT -5
Sifting through the shadows, she was a grain of sand that split the cracks that separated the stoic Imperial world from the degenerate underworld; an anomaly; a stray dog that had discovered a family of foxes to take it in. The bronzed, raven-haired woman of about 23 had managed to find acceptance into a small cell of dissatisfied troublemakers and outlaws. They were called Spaete Suki, a group associated with the Resistance movement that had conceived itself out of the Rebel Alliance. Based on Fondor, it was a difficult if direct approach to taking on the Empire and its corruption. She had fit in nicely with their little gang and her charisma and forward planning had earned her a position of some minor responsibility. They liked that she got things done.
Today, the blackened coat of the young Rebel was spotted along with a small troupe of comrades within the hangar of an air taxi company, scrapped chassis of the yellow and white speeders mingling with the bodies of freshly painted, refurbished vehicles as well as the pristine black, elegantly contoured bodies of the more luxuriant riding class. Unsurprisingly, the location was owned and monitored by the corporation headed by their red-haired acquaintance, much like nearly anything in this district. Those who had met with her previously had recounted their experiences with the lady, telling Geneviève how she bragged about practically owning half the galaxy, blah blah blah. Then why deal with lowly scum like the Resistance? Lasedri had inquired. Most likely she was covering her bases just in case the Empire might meet an unlikely demise. It was all political, after all. Once someone accrued this much wealth, what else could they possibly want but power?
Geneviève fingered the handle of one of the blades strapped within her coat, a little nervous about the situation. They weren't supposed to bring weapons. But then they weren't supposed to trust anyone either. She eyed the droid mechanics beating and sawing away at a mangled taxi as the sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the wide hangar bay with an unpleasant screeching. "Dammit, lady. We don't have all day."