The Citadel
Central Solus Armory
Central Solus Armory
It was not often that a Solus hail came through the aether but it most certainly did, and from a person that Arthos most likely did not expect, the aspiring Solus Wildcard, Van'Aria, her notorious reputation of saying things others will not and stalwart standing even against those that would deny her had left impressions even on those above her.
What she wanted today, he did not know but she hoped that the quarry of such a summons alone would pique his interest, she had seen him as someone that would rarely stop at an opportunity and whilst he had a pragmatic head on his shoulders she wanted to see how his Words would change once there was only two people in the room, she wanted to see what he would say what he would think and based on that... she would make her decision.
She chose the Central Armory of the Citadel for a very specific reason, it was mostly vacant and practically her home, it would also give bulletpoints to speak about if he so desired but more importantly it symbolized the reason of this meeting, whilst she fully supported her Alor she wouldst need to get active in her own regard to build something that he can use as a support beam.
Idly cleaning blasters arranged afore a table infront of her, tucked away in a far corner of the Armory she let her thoughts go the ways she wanted, she had multiple reasons for being down here, one was to acquired weaponry for her new Mentee and secondly to meet Arthos, the latter of which she knew would happen eventually or so she thought.
Her gaze was fixated on greasing and cleaning, her body moving like a machine that had done the drill over and over again, it was a sudo-trance that she entered when she did this it gave her clarity, clairvoyance almost, her thoughts drifted to the many things she has yet to do to raise the Mandalorian people higher and higher, she shook her helmeted head briefly, she was not working efficiently enough there was always more she could do she told herself but ultimately she was being harder on herself than she should.
It was drawing into late evening and Tark, her pet Badger that followed her almost everywhere if she could be found in the Citadel made himself comfortable next to the Table she worked at, for a moment it felt like silence and serenity filled the Armory... until Van'Aria picked up the next Weapon to clean and dissassemble.
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