Post by Lucilius Solo on Aug 23, 2008 14:16:11 GMT -5
Siin was walking to her office down the hall from the med ward, with her caf in hand. So few people truly understood it as a the galaxies most simple, and legal stimulant. She was almost excited to take her first sip of the morning as the night before had not been good. With the new recruits and graduation just last week, many soldiers had been through her office. Some were rejected outright, while some were sent away to Manda knows where.
As she passed a med ward she looked inside and her brow furrowed and she took two steps back to look inside. The Mandalorian Soldier within looked strangely familiar. She openned her most recent appointment file on her datapad. Realizing her appointment was here she stepped inside.
"Beskar Ordo? Are you alright? why are you in the medward? Come with me down the hall to my office so we can complete your evaluation please." Siin said as she stepped out and invited Beskar with a sweeping gesture of her arm, to join her in her office.
When they were both comfortable situated in her offices she began.
She took a sip of her morning caf from her cup and set it down with a soft plink on a coaster made of shrapnal. She brought up Beskar Ordo's file and massaged her appearingly delicate hands. "So, it seems you have a knack for secrecy, this is good. There is a program recently initiated, that could have use of a man like you. Though you tend to be a bit of a loaner. Why is that?"
As she passed a med ward she looked inside and her brow furrowed and she took two steps back to look inside. The Mandalorian Soldier within looked strangely familiar. She openned her most recent appointment file on her datapad. Realizing her appointment was here she stepped inside.
"Beskar Ordo? Are you alright? why are you in the medward? Come with me down the hall to my office so we can complete your evaluation please." Siin said as she stepped out and invited Beskar with a sweeping gesture of her arm, to join her in her office.
When they were both comfortable situated in her offices she began.
She took a sip of her morning caf from her cup and set it down with a soft plink on a coaster made of shrapnal. She brought up Beskar Ordo's file and massaged her appearingly delicate hands. "So, it seems you have a knack for secrecy, this is good. There is a program recently initiated, that could have use of a man like you. Though you tend to be a bit of a loaner. Why is that?"
