It Starts as a Trickle [Day 0, Vindicator]

[Kristal Serasai]

Settled into her desk she had allowed herself the moment to wear the usual mask, one she wore well. A cold exterior most befitting of an Imperial, and perhaps even a Sith. Arms crossed in her lap she may have nearly laughed when she saw who had called her, but instead Cipher-3 was merely greeted with an amused smirk.

"So worried I may still hold a grudge?" she asked with that amused smirk rising again. "I have no intention of ruining the stunning," she laid the sarcasm thick on that point alone, "viewpoints of Nar Shadaa with unnecessary bloodshed. Though I can see the appeal of it in the eyes of an assassin," she used that term loosely. "Someplace where it is so easy to get lost."

[Cipher-3]

"I am not always killing people, I mean right now... I might be but I assure you this individual has been a thorn in the side of Imperial Intelligence for some time," he says with a smile as he draws a blaster pistol with one hand as he seems to steer through unseen traffic.

"You look good, I admire the upgrade," he adds.

[Kristal Serasai]

"It must be refreshing to do some actual work for the Empire," she said, shifting her right hand on top of her left as she brought them both up and laid them on the desk in front of her. Watching the holo.

Deciding to tease she raised her right arm, "Impressive, is it not? If you would like, Cipher, I could help you get one to match." she said, leaving the implication of a lighter nature but blunt.

[Cipher-3]

"Tempting but we Cipher agents try to refrain from identifiable tattoos, cybernetics, and any other features," he says pointing the blaster out of the frame.

"Excuse me, a moment."

There is a loud retort of three blaster shots and then the sounds of glass and explosions and steel. The Cipher agent continues steering and says, "Work is work, always someone that needs a stern talking to."

He tosses the pistol into the passenger seat and adds, "Hutt Security has a response time of sixty-eight seconds on average in this sector. Sixty seconds more than I need. So as I was saying, we should do lunch. I know a charming little bistro run by an ithorian. Best sandwiches on Nar Shaddaa, also her wine selection is second to none. Don't tell the Hutts that."

[Kristal Serasai]

"Yes," she said amused on the point of work. Watching as the pistol flies from the edge of what the holo-projection considers important. Smirking as he offered lunch, she initially responded by tapping with her right index finger against the desk there are two loud thuds.

Thinking for a moment before finally, "What an odd encounter that will be," she commented. However, "I will go," she accepted.

[Cipher-3]

"Good, " he says in reply he works the controls weaving through traffic you assume.

"Nar Shaddaa is a dangerous place and you should get a thorough Intelligence assessment. I tend to adhere to plain clothes in the field but I am not sure if Sith have such... restrictions. Though I am curious why Darth Marr has deployed you here and not to the Outer Rim."

Cipher-3 adds, "I won't pry my lord, I'll save that for the inevitable cocktails after lunch."

[Kristal Serasai]

"And what better way to receive one than over drinks and with the man that knows Nar Shaddaa so well?" she said, amusement clear in her tone as she laid it out like that.

"I am sure you are, and I am sure you will try, Cipher," she said, shifting forward in her seat slightly.

[Cipher-3]

"Gathering Intelligence is in my blood," he says lightly.

"Alas if only I could stay the day chatting with you of old times." He taps his wrist and his shirt shifts colors to a more professional white and makes a small adjustment to his hair and then adds professional glasses. He speaks with a decidedly Republic accent and says, "Duty calls. I'll be in touch Lady Serasai."

The call ends.

[Kristal Serasai]

Kristal merely nods in response just before the connection cuts out. Sat alone in her room she allowed herself a breath. Just one though, it was all she had time for nowadays. Leaning back into her seat she closed her eyes for what felt like a mere moment.