The waiting game (private)

[Halmtier]

With his eyes closed, Sovire could only hear the soft tones from the speakers surround him. The slow moving Jazz filled the room, caressing the austere walls, laying it’s mellow mood over the drab grey chairs and uninspired metal desk. Kicking his feet up and onto the blank surface of the desk while making sure not to hit the small Audio cube, he grinned slightly, enjoying the music. Sure, he was going to be interrupted any minute now by an individual whose name he didn’t even know, but for now- there was only the Jazz.

Only a few weeks ago, Sovire was assigned to a not yet created unit: The Siringana. Supposedly they had selected another to join the non-existent band of brothers, and so here Sovire waited for the first official meeting of members in this cramped office space. Thankfully the two were to get acquainted in a non-strict environment until the final member of the unit was chosen, a decision Sovire hoped would come soon.

[Zarkan]

Tishr Farlan returned the salute of a private as he passed him in the drab sterile corridor. Tishr ran though the dossier of this Sovire (a code name perhaps?) as he walked though the office section of the large government building absentmindedly toying with the cuff links of his red synth-leather coat. Clearly the Sovire was not human indeed he couldn't be any species tishr was familiar with not with that many years perhaps it was some kind of combat droid or cyborg he mused regardless they would be team mates he would simply have to make the thing realize that age experience wasn't the only part of skill.

Tishr breathed out slowly as he straitened his collar and tightened his gun belt before buzzing the intercom of the room catching a slight melody over the harse noise of the air filters.

((OOC:Sorry about the crappy extreamly late post Hamy))

[Dire Wolf]

Jarax sighed, he had barely passed selection before being assigned to a team, and it was apparently a new team at that. He was not given any records or documents pertaining to the other two operators save one: Their first name only, their rank, and age. He was given nothing else, save his orders to report to RAB Coruscant of course. Jarax looked down at a small wallet-sized picture as he walked down the ramp of the shuttle and smiled, it was a picture of his wife and new-born baby girl.

"Who goes there?" The stern, commanding voice of an MP thrust him back into reality. Jarax folded the picture in half and put it back in his pocket before answering "Second Lieutenant Jarax Sarsyn, here is my identification and orders" Jarax said, handing the MP his ID card and datapad containing his orders. The Sergeant nodded, glancing back and forth between the picture of Sarsyn's ID card and Jarax himself. Within thirty seconds the MP gave Jarax back everything he was given and snapped a crisp salute "Carry on, Lieutenant.".

Jarax returned the salute, nodded, and then proceeded into the building. He quickly found the correct room to report to, and headed towards it. When he got to the door he saw a man standing at the door, apparently he was waiting to be buzzed in. Jarax surmised that this was probably the Captain Tishr, as he did not look to be 400 years old, Sarsyn snapped a crisp salute, he was sure to keep his arm as straight as a sword and hold his index finger even with his eyebrow. "hello, sir. I am 2 lieutenant Jarax Sarsyn." He said as formally as possible, he was still getting used to being a butter-bar.

[Zarkan]

Tishr looked over the young man as he saluted him. "Ah, yes, jarax Sarsyn an eager one today?" tishr smiled calmly as he look at the 2nd lieutenant "As I assume you guessed I'm Tishr Farlan." he said extending his hand to Jarax speaking as he did so. "We're special forces we don't salute." as he waited for jarax to do something he activated the intercom and spoke into it. "Sovire, if you don't open the door soon your libel to wind up with the whole company out side of your door there are already two of us out here."

[Halmtier]

Snapping out of his music induced trance, Sovire spun around in his chair and moved towards the door, buzzing it open. There he saw the two other men, and he gestured them inside.

"My apologies, sirs. I didn't intend to keep you both waiting out here."

He moved back behind the small table where a few glasses sat along with a pitcher of bright orange liquid. Snatching up the color filled vessel, he began to pour himself some of the juice.

"I must admit, I only expected one person to arrive. I didn't realize the third member was already chosen."

As he placed the pitcher down, Sovire sunk onto a chair.

[Dire Wolf]

(There is a teeny-tiny bit of course language towards the bottom of the post, if y'all have a problem just tell me and I will re-word once I get back on)

Jarax stood down and dropped his salute, while he was no newbie to war. . . . not by a long shot. . . . he was still getting used to the protocol of the SO BDE and the transition from respected NCO to what is probably the most worthless rank in any military: 2nd Lieutenant. Most have no experience at war of any kind, yet they are given command of way to many people, Jarax was certainly not one of these, but due to the stigma of the rank he had lost what little prestige being an NCO gave him among the men.

Not that any of that mattered here, Sarsyn always seemed to over-think things.

Before he could effectively respond, the door slid open to reveal a rather large, menacing creature. Like your average person, Jarax was taken aback by the rather large, demon-like creature standing before him, but he resisted the urge to grab the 2” fighting knife that was currently residing inside the left sleeve of his uniform, this man. . . . was he a man? Or a woman? Or neither? He did not know, but he knew that this man was not likely to cause him unwarranted harm, unless of course the Army of the Republic recently got big into human sacrifice.

Jarax calmed himself down, he was still in defensive mode, the cadre attempted to trick and manipulate him far to much, he just expected another trial for which to prove himself.

"I must admit, I only expected one person to arrive. I didn't realize the third member was already chosen."

"Gotta love the Army" Jarax said, smiling at his little joke about sometimes horrible logistical co-ordination and bureaucracy that the Republican army was galaxy renowned for. Jarax decided right there that it was best for him to see through the demon-like exterior of this Sovire and see the good, bad, and ugly within him. He would owe him that much. Sarsyn stuck his hand out to shake "I'm 2nd Lieutenant Jarax Sarsyn, I came to kick ass and chew bubblegum. I'm all outta bubblegum."

[Zarkan]

Tishr was somewhat surprised that he could get little more than a eyebrow raise towards Sovire clearly he had spent too much time in uncivilized parts of the universe he thought to himself as he entered the archaic soldier's In habitation. He nodded to Jarax after his joke. "Yes, the republic can be both painfully slow and inconveniently swift." Tishr sighed as he finished speaking slowly finding his self leaning against a wall roughly equal distance from both men as Jarax Sarsyn introduced himself. "Ah, the energy of youth" he sighed speaking more to himself than anything. Standing in the corner he looked more like a tense stork than anything. "Tishr Farlan" he said simply bowing slightly to sovire.