After docking on one of Argai's most protected starports, two figures stepped off of the craft and found themselves in a very urbanized enviorment. that closely resembled that of Coruscant, with Black Dragon features added to the buildings and structures. The falleen captain, Gien Belasarius Schi, and the human Syren had discussed arangments for her recruitment. She was to meet with the generals in charge of each military faction of the Black Dragon Empire; and possibly the overlord of the Empire.

The city around them glistened with an endless light. Shuttles rustled through the air, and cabs went on their daily routines.

"We should be expecting their arrival within a few hours....in the meantime, how do you like the site you see before your eyes...Syren."

Syren stretches languidly as she exits with the Falleen Captain. The trip was uneventful, time was passed with small talk. The Captain tried to get more information about her, but his efforts were fruitless. Syren guards her privacy fiercely. However, she did learn that the Captain enjoys listening to the sound of his own voice and she's learned much more than that. Useful information to keep tucked away in the back of one's mind. Just in case it is needed one day in the future.

Eyes as dark as saccloth examine the immediate area once they are free and clear of the ship. Aspiring buildings, plumes of thick roiling smoke billowing from the factories, traffic as thick and organized into a chaotic mess just as it is back on Coruscant. Still, there is an odd beauty to the place; if one can find beauty in chaos, that is.

"Careful Captain. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you're trying to impress me.", the woman next to him says as she takes a few steps forward and spins slowly on her heels to see the sights that were once behind her.

Syren glances to the Captain once more, "Seems like any other city, to be honest.", she states non-chalantly. Turning so she now faces the Captain, she folds her arms loosely beneath her chest and adjusts her body's weight to the right, causing a hip to jut out gently. "And what are we to do for the next few hours as we await the arrival of your illustrious superiors?"

Gien glared off into the glistening city, and let out a brief sigh or relief. The time had been drawing closer and closer, each day, before he would be sent out for the Embaril strike. She wouldn't have any knowledge of that, unless he saw it fit to inform her.

He took his arms and dropped them to his side. The captains face left no trace of a smirk, let alone a smile. Trained to provide for the empire, Gien still had room to bath in enjoyment, seeking out whatever he wished to amuse him.

"...Im almost certain we will be alerted when they arrive, so almost anywhere we go is fine...this planet was built similiar to Coruscant, filled with entertainment. Ive been too most of the thresholds of Argai, and because of this, I am leaving that decision to you...do you have any suggestions or ideas, Syren."

"My fun tends to get people into trouble. Mainly me.", she replies, smirking to the Captain. Another quick look around the area and she lets out a breath, blowing a stray lock of hair off of her forehead.

"How about a drink? I do believe I can control my homicidal tendencies for a few hours until the Generals arrive."

"Just subdue yourself here, or at least till we meet with the generals."

They continued down the strip until they came to two doors, one leading down to the surface level, and another leading to a cab lot. He extended his arm, and bowed slightly, now starting to show a slight grin.

"I know many places around here where we will get more than a drink, but for the same price as a drink. A little entertainment goes great with the empire's finest."

"Always someone trying to stand in the way of my fun.", she mutters, eyeing the Captain again. As he extends his arm for her to take, she narrows her eyes; almost dangerously. "This isn't a date.", she remarks, refusing to be escorted anywhere. Though, she does walk along his side, also refusing to walk behind anyone - higher rank or not.

"Good. I'm a bit hungry so dinner is on you." My my, isn't she the presumptious one. However, she's certain he will be picking up the tab so she points out one of the more reputible looking (read expensive) establishments along the way.

The Zen had arrived in system, uncharictaristaclly alone. And it was carrying the Lord Admiral. He was in for a brief layover at some meeting one of his underlings had scheduled while he was enroute to Dameo for the quarterly report to Heir Ratkus. I need to kill that man, thought Kyric Zen as he meandered his way into a shuttle. He saw the TIE fighters making their way out of the hanger into the openness of space. Hopefully, this will be quick.

Once the shuttle had gotten itself into space, it found itself flanked by six TIE Defenders, flying in a defensive formation. Aboard the shuttle with Zen were several of his elite guard. The Zen was adjusting itself to its low orbit, giving the shuttle yet another defender in the sky. Afterall, Kyric Zen was important.

"This is Rancor One requesting permission to land." Inquired the pilot of the shuttle.

"Rancor One this is Argai Air Control, we welcome you to Argai and are sending you landing cooridinates, as soon as we process your security codes."

"Roger that, security codes being transmitted."

"Security codes: recieved," he paused, "confirmed. You are permitted to land at site A-thirteen. Security personell will meet you there."

"Thank you Argai Air Control, Rancor One out." The pilot switched channels, "Lord Admiral, gentlemen we shall begin our final descent to landing site A-thirteen, estimated time of landing fifteen minutes, thirty seconds. We please ask you to remain seated and strapped in for the ride."

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High Regent Sully Anre steepled his fingers and raised an eyebrow at his personal aide, Myra, who was standing across his desk. She was as beautiful, if not as ethnic, as the woman in the holograph accompanied by the Falleen commander. Myra had long and silky black hair, pale and clear gray eyes, and an exquisite figure. There were no flaws in Myra's face or form, and there was always a coolness about her. A pair of Drhazi Dameun guards were posted at the outside of the Regent's doors as the meeting progressed inside the Imperial Royal Palace of the Black Dragon, on Argai.


"Our intelligence indicates her name is Syren," Myra said, glancing at the holo. "Captain Schi discovered her on Coruscant and has brought her here for a possible recruitment into the services of our Imperium. Her appearance seems to be about past twenty standard years, no political affiliations, no criminal records in any of the major systems that we can determine, but I am sure they may have been altered, and, as far as we are able to determine, completely amoral." Myra's voice was, in contrast to her appearance, warm, inviting, a rich alto. She deactivated the hologram. "And lastly, a Force user."

Anre smiled, revealing his own perfect teeth, which complimented the neatly trimmed beard. "She may do," he said. "Make this meeting happen. With only General Grevious as our main Force user in the Imperium, we could use another to attend to our service."

Myra folded her hands behind her back. "I will inform Captain Schi and General Grevious to meet with you in your conference chambers in the lower levels." Her eyes flicked to the chrono. "As well, Kyric Zen has arrived on Argai."

"He has? I thought he was enroute to Dameo?" He raised an eyebrow again. "Very well, make him welcome," he stated. "It is good to see our Farfalen comrades once again. If he is here to attend to this Syren's recruitment, send him in immediately."

Myra nodded once, turned, and left. She looked as good from behind as she did from the front...

Revan felt the sharp strike of a force user, land on blissful Argai. "Hmmm, Has been tainted." He reached for his communicator, that patched directly into the Argai Air Control systems. "A Falleen Captain, by the name of Gein. Force users should be handled by Grievous of myself." I am new, he though. He looked up from his black mask, peering through the eye slit as a young woman and Falleen offical passed by the establishment he was having a drink at.

He quickly got from his table, the bartender demanded payment for the drink, but Revan used the force to throw him against the fall behind him. He swiftly moved to catch up with the two, and finally caught up stopping the Captain by placing a hand on his shoulder signalling for him to stop. "I am Revan, a SubCommander under Grievous I was told a new recruit would be arriving shortly, and this must be her." Revan eyed the young woman, she had a defined body, but a dangerous sense about her. "You must be Syren."

Before the two could be seated, someone approached, placing his hand upon the shoulder of the Falleen Captain. Syren's immediate and subconscious reaction is to move her hand to the hilt of one of her saber's upon her hip as she turns fluidly on her heels to eye the man squarely.

Since the Falleen Captain didn't seem disturbed by the man, Syren relaxed ... a little. Dark eyes move over the newly arrived figure then return to settle comfortably on Revan's own gaze.

"Yes, I am Syren. Charmed to make your acquaintance."