Anger management

[Kyryanu Sevon]

Kyryanu Nerrot-s'Ilancy stood fuming. She'd been told to wait, and after going through hours of customs, her temper was wearing dangerously thin. She'd come to Thyferra after Silus had cracked, telling her that s'Il was with Grand Admiral Desaria. That hadn't been more than 24 hours ago, and now she was here, doing her best to bull her way through customs.

It was useless, and after telling the Imperial customs agent exactly how she felt about the situation, she was relegated to standing in line like everyone else as her ID cards and papers were checked. Of course her weapons had been taken for temporary holding; yet another thing she was just a little unhappy about.

Thyferra sucks.

"I swear, she started on the man once more, "you keep me standing here any longer and I'll shove your head so far up your-"

"If you insist on insulting me any further, Madame, I'll be forced to-"

"Quit frickin' cutting me off, you-"

The man stood abruptly, towering over her with angry eyes. "I'll say this one more time, Ma'am.

"Be quiet."

With an infuriating glare, she fell silent as the man sat once more."Just hurry the hell up," she grumbled. The officer shot her a sharp look, but she reached out, pounding the desk with an open palm.

"Chop chop, man! I don't have all day."

[Vynn Frost]

OOC: this might be a little late but we can still rp your trip there if need be :D

IC: Vynn came forward in the unifrom all black attire, officer ranking clearly visible as he looked over the customs area today. He and the special ops unit were on a look out for a group of individuals. But those individuals had already been caught from Vynn's other sources and that info hadn't caught up through the system yet so he wasn't allowed to leave his post. He sighed, impatient that it was taking so long and the congestion and slow movement of customs might've ben rubbing off on his own operation.

His cold blue eyes turned to a woman and an officer that were... engaged in a heated discussion and Frost smiled. Something to do! He strided his way over there, his voice like cool water compared to their heated dialogue.::

Is there a problem Ma'am?

[Kyryanu Sevon]

ooc: no problem, seeing as how mr. i-dont-know-what-to-do-in-this-thread desaria wont post even though ive told him i dont care what he writes. ^_^

*waves innocently at matt*

ic/

She wheeled on the newcomer, saying nothing except to give him a cold jade stare, her green eyes narrowing at his uniform and rank insignia. An officer. Great. All she wanted to do was see Desaria. This was getting to be a pain.

"No, there's no problem-" the customs agent handed her ID back, slightly taken aback as she snatched it from his hand to shove it into the back pocket of her pants, and with another icy glare at the officer, turned on her heel and marched toward the exit.

Gawd I hate customs..

[Telan Desaria]

" Halt!" came a cry from across the room's expansive interior. Three red tuniced guards sprinted from their previous position all the while keeping one hand firm against their side arm holsters.

Each of the Inquisitoriate non-commissioned officers sported well defined features and in addition to a powerful musculature. Their training had been the most rigorous in the galaxy and they looked every part of it.

" Madam," their leader said, stopping in front of the lady, sounding genial but never allowing his hand to waiver. " You will be escorted to Imperial Command and Control."

The burly Sergeant motioned towards the door where a repsulorcar waited.

[Kyryanu Sevon]

The appearance of guards was a little bit of a surprise, but Kyry was in too much of a short mood to have any patience with them. And so, lifting her arm, she placed a metal palm on the man's chest, shoving him to the side as best as she could. "Out of my way."

It was true, she wanted to talk to Grand Admiral Desaria, but she also wanted a drink.

And she wanted a drink now..

[Telan Desaria]

The Inquisitoriate trooper was angered and used every available muscle to clench his jaw, the exertion visible under his thin but tough skin. Under his breath he swore a foul oath adding,' cursed females.'

However, brute force having failed as he had been warned, he rescinded mentally his personal flair of indignance and returned to the parameters of his orders.

" At your leave, Madam. When you are ready, we will escort you to CAC."

[Kyryanu Sevon]

ooc/ ha! lookit me! i suck!


ic/

"Now that's more like it," she grumbled, stopping to look up at the man. He was tall - seemingly much taller than her, and she crossed her arms over her chest. She still planned on going for a quick drink, but she had a few things she wanted to know.

"Just out of curiosity, why all of a sudden am I singled out to be escorted to your little command and control center? Out of every single person filling this place, why did you pick me out."

Jade eyes glared up at the man, and her lips pursed.