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"𝙸 𝙶𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙰 𝚂𝙰𝚈, 𝙰𝙳𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙻, 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 to be working with you again.” Certain…circumstances had kept the Doctor far away from any Imperial shenanigans, much less a rendezvous with a Grand Admmiral. But Thrawn held a special place in her heart ( and more importantly, her wallet ). A fellow savant of history – a connoisseur, if she would be so bold – he appreciated not just the practical artifacts, but the ones of cultural value. As an archaeologist, Aphra appreciated that these important keynotes of history were going to a loving home. And as a no-good-criminal with a mountain of debt, she appreciated that Thrawn was willing to pay. 

“I got a few things I’ve been saving just for you,” she began, the first of which she brought to the table inside a small briefcase. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you about project Auger. The Empire has been picking Zeffo clean. But I just so happened to have gotten there first.” No small amount of pride colored her voice as she popped open the case to reveal a plush, velvet interior. Resting upon the red fabric was a collection of stone carvings, strung together by a delicate, twine-like material. With her usual fair, she presented, “A genuine Zeffo windchime, entombed with the first of their great sages, Eilram.”

the atmosphere was cold. the people, the air around her. but not in the way that this planet was much cooler in temperature than her home planet. no..it felt calculated in some way she hadn't quite figured out yet. sure, everyone was laughing and smiling and having the time of their lives, like there was something to be celebrating. but what? it felt like she was on the outside of one giant inside joke.

maybe it was the unfamiliarity of this group she had decided to meet with since newly becoming Inuja's queen. perhaps for the sake of her own comfort and face she would take it as that.

nervous fingers clung to a glass of some sort of alcohol she mindlessly sipped, green eyes scanning the city skyline from the balcony by her lonesome.

the inujan queen wore light colors in a typical inujan fashion. seafoam green and cream that draped to the floor and was woven with small crystals and flowers. a contrast to this crowd's strict black, white and dark sparkly gowns, making her feel all the more out of place.

that's when she heard the approaching foot steps, eris deciding to break the silence by making a joke.

her orders around fondor had been clear: establish security for moff raythe and secure the remainder of the experimental imperial satellites that had had been settled on the fondor shipyard. operation: cinder was intended to be inferno squad’s most important mission yet, despite the fact that admiral versio and moff raythe had both been utterly unforgiving with sharing the details of the actual usage of the satellites and how the empire would be moving forward in the wake of the loss of the second death star. every question asked had been met with backlash from her superiors, yet she continued to risk her life for the cause. someone had to restore order and justice to the galaxy.

commander versio had been ordered to the dauntless to speak with a superior, her tie fighter in the landing bay and standing with a straight spine as she awaited what she assumed to be further instructions from moff raythe. yet it seemed as though she was being met with a face that she had only ever seen in images.

       It’s quite the unusual day, isn’t it? The Cipher agent’s walking the halls of one of the Star Destroyers to the bridge. She’s...on edge, but even that may be an understatement to how she truly feels. Her missions and obligations never involve partnering with the military. Direct involvement with the Imperial Navy seems even more impossible. But she has a mission, and she’s here to see what the Grand Admiral has to say. Nine refuses to let her guard down, however. She passes personnel and makes mental notes of the equipment on their form before turning back to her surroundings. She can’t be too careful, even in the presence of her own Imperial peers.

       With a head held high, she continues her walk. It only slows once she’s in the heart of the bridge, observing the military men and women at work. It holds for a moment before the search for the Grand Admiral starts...which becomes easy as one of the few Chiss in the room. You’re to report to Grand Admiral Thrawn, agent, the words of the Minister ring fresh in her mind. She’s heard stories of him; of the sole near-human Grand Admiral in the Imperial Navy. It’s impressive and upon approaching the man himself, she sees why he’s well regarded. She coughs to interrupt his conversation with one of his officers and bows her head as a polite gesture.

       ❝ Pardon my interruption, Grand Admiral, but I’m from Imperial Intelligence. I was informed that you needed my services and I’m here to bring aid in any way I can. The Minister of Intelligence sends his regards as well, sir. ❞

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