Azraella

Tension seems to grow within the room, and it comes to a head as Tyke reveals that Jedi are being "killed off". Azraella looks from Jedi to Jedi to Jedi trying to read their faces.

Killing Jedi, huh. Must be a pretty strong person, or at least someone very smart. If it isn't a force user, then that means they are using indirect tactics like demolitions and sabotage. And.... wait. If Jedi are getting killed off, then why am I here? I'm not a Jedi. I can't even use the force to lift a credit chip off the table. My sister got all of the force ability in our family. She'd be the one to call in, not me. Though, it'd probably be awkward considering she left the order and the whole using the force for personal gain thing. Might not like it. Anyways... dead jedi.

Azraella clears her throat.

Azraella: So, I guess I'll just be going then, yeah? Or did you actually need someone without any attunement to the force whatsoever. Because, Jedi getting killed off sounds really sithy to me. And, I'd like to keep my throat intact.

Seriously? Security contacts? What's next, profit projections for the next Jedi fundraiser? I can't believe I was called all the way out to Tython for this. This guy had better start talking or I'm walking. Oh. Yeah. I should say that. I wonder if that would get Mr. "I'm-so-in-deep-cover-that-I-tell-strangers" to actually cut to the chase. I could be seeing my resistance contact on Balmorra about funneling arms and supplies to them (because the Republic certainly won't) right now instead of sitting here on planet "There is no emotion, there is rules, rules, rules". .... I'm firing my travel agent.

Azraella's brow furrows ever so slightly as the mention of security contacts happens, and her eyes begin to wander like that of someone who is bored but too polite to leave. Clearly, the subtlety of the verbal sparring between Tyke and Vyr is lost on her. Azraella waves her hand, miming the motion a Jedi makes when they attempt to influence another's thoughts, grinning mischievously as she does.

Azraella: You will tell us why we are here.

You know good looks don't make up for bad manners. Such a shame.

Unlike Vyr, she rolls her eyes as our newcomer sits down and thoroughly ignores the group. As Tyke starts browsing through files, curiosity begins to gnaw at Azraella. She stands from her chair, tucks her hat under an arm, and walks over to Tyke to peer over his shoulder.

Azraella: Whatcha looking at?

Thank you for that out, Vyr. I hope he doesn't mind me calling him "Vyr" because that's what I'm going to call him. Now I won't have to lie to goody-goody mind-readers about what I do. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't like me too much if they knew who I've worked for. I mean, I'm sure we all don't like the Sith (for different reasons, business is harder and riskier in Imperial space... and Sith are even less fun than Jedi, what with all the people choking and getting shocked), but I don't think they'd like to know they're working with a blockade runner, slicer, and someone with contacts within multiple crime syndicates. What am I good at that's legitimate... hmmm....

Azraella grins at Vyr as he makes his joke and looks back at Kessily.

Azraella: Oh, I'm a pilot and all-around people person. Of course, I'm sure those skills aren't as useful as being able to fling starships across hangars with your mind, but I make due.

Azraella's grin grows a bit wider.

Should I tease him? Oh he seems like he'd be easy to have fun with.

She eyes his lightsaber.

Ok maybe I shouldn't have too much fun with him. Don't want him going all Sithy. That would get messy and probably be expensive.

Azraella: Of course. Let me pull up my contract right here so I know when my scheduled lunch break is. *she flashes him a smile* I'm just teasing you. You Jedi types can be really funny sometimes with your whole: No Emotion Rule. I had assumed someone here would know why we were called together. All I know is I'm getting paid to be here, and I'm giving up on a very lucrative business offer on Balmorra. So, you know, I hope this is important. *she motions to Kessily* What about you? Do you know what this is all about?

Azraella sits quietly behind the Jedi in the room with her boots propped up on the table, hat resting on her knees. She scans the room with a bored expression on her face, though her eyes betray the genuine inquisitiveness behind them. To those who bother to look, Azraella has a light blue complexion and deep red eyes. Though clearly Chiss, her attitude doesn't seem to resemble the typical haughtiness of her kinsfolk.

Tython, Tython, Tython. Why am I on Tython? Of all the places in the galaxy, THIS is where I'm sent? I think I'd rather run spice on Hutta again than be here. The pay better be as good as I was promised. This planet is so BORING. Where's a good cantina when you need one?

Azraella sighs and pulls out her datapad. She browses through multiple screens idly while humming off key. As the Jedi make their introductions, she puts the datapad down and smiles warmly to them.

Azraella: Pleasure to meet you all as well. My name is Kithaz'rael'lath, though most people just call me Azraella or Az. *her smile becomes mischievous and giggles a little as she adds* So you're all Jedi, huh? Or did I miss out on my complimentary robe and lightsaber? Or do I need to pass some sort of Jedi training for those? Like participate in some trust building exercises and learn the secret handshake?