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Oran Jsorra
Sep 9th, 2010, 07:52:59 AM
Welcome to Bothawui, Oran mused, as he stared at the intimidating structure of the Intergalactic Trade Mission: home of the Bothan Spynet, and now of Alliance SpecForce and Intelligence. It wasn't his first visit to the building. It wasn't even his first day on the planet - he'd been here a week, ever since Dorn Force had been called in (http://www.sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?t=20996) for a meticulous debrief by General Oruo'rel himself, after their last mission had gone horribly wrong.

Though the team had since been vindicated, the debrief hadn't gone without repercussions. Greater scrutiny was promised for the future, and several members had found themselves reassigned: Oran was one of them.

Unlike Captain Tallen however, who had freaked out and coughed up a hairball at an assignment that seemed like a demotion to her eyes, Oran was extremely pleased with his. Sure, he'd gone from a tech specialist to a raw recruit: but when you were a recruit for Alliance Intelligence, suddenly the job seemed a whole lot cooler.

Damn right, he thought to himself, unable to fight a grin from his face as he finally coaxed his body into moving towards the menacing building. Oran Jsorra: Interstellar Superspy.

The self-inflated ego converting his usual walk into something of a swagger, Oran strode through the grand doors, and crossed the foyer to the reception desk, not bothering to pay much attention to the lowly cretins hanging around. They were probably just lowly SpecForce people anyhow. Pah!

Leaning his arm against the counter, he cast a glance behind him, checking the exits - and checking the cretins for guns - before he turned back to the receptionist and, tugging the dark shades down his nose a little, he flashed her his most charming smile. "Agent Oran Jsorra," he said, forcing a faint Corellian drawl into his accent, to make himself sound more rugged and cool. "I believe I am expected."

The Bothan woman narrowed her eyes at him with a tired look, but dutifully input his details into her terminal without saying a word, save for: "Someone will collect you."

Collect me? Even that innocuous phrase sounded snappy, and dangerous, when you threw it into a spy context. It was like some sort of clandestine drop, and he was waiting for his contact. Who would it be? Director Van-Derveld, perhaps? Or maybe one of her Subdirectors; no doubt she was too busy with important spy business to deal with him directly.

Whoever it was, no doubt they would be someone extremely cool, and extremely important. He turned his back to the receptionist and, propping his elbows up against the counter, he leaned, and waited.

Asha Vendax
Sep 9th, 2010, 02:15:42 PM
A delicate white cup lifted to her lips, and a sigh of pleasure followed the sip of the warm drink. The café had a way of blending stimcaf with cream and a touch of chocolate that reminded her of home. Of course, the woman mused, it helped that the proprietor was a transplanted Corellian.

Asha smiled over the rim of her cup and polished off the treat in short order, gently shaking her head as a server passed with a thermal pitcher and proffered a refill. It would not do, she mused, to be late to her meeting. She left a cred chit with the empty cup and upon gathering her things, stepped out into the late afternoon sun.

Drev'starn was a beautiful city, but in her estimation, it wasn't nearly as beautiful as Coronet City on Corellia. Well...perhaps they were equal in beauty, she mused, pausing as she walked to admire a garden of fragrant blossoms. But home would forever hold her heart, even though she'd willingly left for the chance to be a part of Alliance Intelligence.

While Asha had covered a regular patrol as part of CorSec in Coronet, her specialty had been undercover work and infiltration. It was those skills, and her gift with languages that the Intel heads had coveted enough to make her an offer. One that, given her pride and her history, she couldn't refuse.

The Intergalactic Trade Mission building was even more impressive in person that in any holopic she'd ever seen. The woman stood outside and gazed up at it for several moments before checking her wrist-chrono. Five minutes to spare - perfect.

Fingers smoothed out the fitted jacket of her pantsuit, its pale grey color enhanced by flecks of muted silver thread. Chestnut locks hung to just past her slender shoulders, held back from her face as she entered the building and pushed her sunglasses up atop her head. Blue stiletto heels clicked across the floor as she made her way to the reception desk, offering a small smile and a nod to the gentleman leaning against it.

Bright eyes widened as she caught sight of the Bothan woman seated behind it, and she smiled broadly. "Jastra! So good to see you again...if I weren't expected for a meeting, I'd insist on a caf so we could catch up."

"Good to see you too, Asha. We'll definitely have to get that caf another time. Someone will be out to collect you shortly." the woman replied with a smile, motioning for her to stand just to the side.

Oran Jsorra
Sep 10th, 2010, 04:47:54 AM
Holy bantha, it was true: Intelligence really was full of awesome guys and sexy women. This new Asha arrival was definately part of the latter category: there was no way in hell that anyone with those curves and those legs was on the SpecForce payroll. Granted, Captain Tallen was pretty hot, and Lieutenant Tur'enne was kinda cute too; but both paled in comparison to such a degree that they were were white dwarfs next to the supernova of sexiness and awesomeness that now stood before him.

He drew in a covert breath, summoning up his cool, his charm, and his confidence, before turning to face Asha. "The name's Jsorra," he offered, forcing his voice a tone or two deeper as he turned his waiting lean into an alluring lean. "Oran Js-"

Unfortunately, Oran's lean conversion was shortsighted, and didn't adequately account for the proximity of the counter's edge to his elbow. Shifted by the motion, the elbow slipped, diving towards the ground and dragging the rest of Oran's body into a stumble. He managed to catch himself, but his air of cool was irrevocably shattered.

He sighed, his shoulders slumping, and extended a hand towards Asha. "Hi," he offered, voice returned to normal. "I'm Oran."