by Lucinia Malveaux on Mon Jun 17, 2019 11:43 pm
Traffic was dreadful. Even if you had your own driver, which Lucinia did, there was no escaping the congestion. The urge to use her powers to fling obstructing vehicles out of the way was only stopped because she knew that she would exhaust her reserves long before she reached her destination.
Well, now she was there. Eyes narrowed, Lucinia glanced around. It was rather more barracks-like than she had expected. Another person might have felt overdressed, with her minimal but artfully done makeup, and her very fine black dress, modest but flattering. Her blonde hair, too, was neatly secured in a bun, no stray hairs escaping as her head swiveled this way and that. But Lucinia did not, and the lightsaber attached to the sash on her hip gave plenty of clue why.
It was the helmet that clued her in, sitting on the desk as it was. Boldly, Lucinia approached. "Lieutenant Rook, I presume." She said, her tone cool but not cold, and unmistakably Empire aristocracy.
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