Ol'averde be Haar Mav [Popsicles]

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Lilaena stood on the bridge of the Haran, letting Bretak captain the ship out of hyperspace while she watched, the rest of the fleet dropping out in formation around the large ship. In truth, she was distracted, her thoughts on the apprentices who had joined her, the adepts in need of teaching. There were more than she had time to devote the needed attention to, yet she felt uncomfortable letting any of the others take over as masters. She would have to, of course. She already trusted those around her as much as she could trust anyone, which is to say, not very much. Zereth would be a fine teacher, though he topped the list of those who were likely to challenge her authority. Coupled with his unusual bond to Tyber, the volatile refugee from the Mandalorian Wars of four thousand years ago...? Who could say what would happen? Lyydea, Ireen, Torgeir - De'Ville was loathe to entrust their formative experiences with the Force to another.

"Mand'alor?"

She looked at Bretak, suddenly aware he'd been talking to her. "Yes?"

"Would you like to take the call in the captain's office?" He was wearing his full armor, considering himself to be on duty and thus needing to be prepared. She was not wearing armor, preferring to wear it only for special occasions or missions, but her jumpsuit and cloak were embroidered with Mandalorian text and in the white, black, and red colors of Mand'alor. The white cloak trimmed in red and black swept around her ankles as she nodded and turned toward the office.

De'Ville studied the information on the incoming transmission before pressing accept. It was routed through the usual back channels, making its origin difficult to trace, and it was directed toward their fully anonymized comm number. The one they used for the mercenary company, the one they called Ol'averde be Haar Mav. Company of the Free. They took work through word of mouth only, keeping their options open and taking only the jobs they wanted to do. Some of Kazaar's old associates had apparently passed on their information to a potential new client.

She declined holographic connection, accepting a voice call only. Her own voice would be subtly modulated through the comms, keeping her identity carefully anonymous.

"You have work for me?"