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The hum of the engines filled Ral's small quarters as he sat before the spartan-esque desk, a pile of datapads containing reports and intelligence reports he managed to scrounge up with his rebel connections littered the table he was working at. With a bit of a sigh, Ral placed the orders he was working on down on the desk. A series of beeps from his comlink on his left wrist alerted him that he had a visitor. Turning his wrist over to look at the small datalink on his arm, Ral realized that Deidra had finally arrived and was requesting permission to see him. Ral stood, and brushed off the clothes he was wearing, glancing at the nearby stand with his newly painted armor and helmet sitting on it. Sometimes he wished he could always wear his armor, dealing with Deidra Laar was one of those times he found. There was nothing wrong with the woman per se, but when she was around Ral found himself slightly intimidated by the seemingly apathetic attitude she took towards everything but her family. It made figuring out what she wanted hard, and talking to her harder still. Which is why he wished he had his armor, so he could hide himself behind that metal skin and be on a more even playing field. With a loud, but otherwise calm voice he spoke, clear enough to be heard through the durasteel door and on the other side. "Please, come in, Dei."
With a quiet hiss the door to his cabin opened and the woman stepped inside. Looking at her gold armored body and helmet, Ral gave a polite smile before motioning to the seat in front of him. "Deidra, good to see you, glad you came. I wanted to discuss somethings with you, if you are up for it that is. Do you recall how we agreed how you'd help me and my clan? Well, something's come up I need to take care of, and I'd like you there as a sort of guard, and an extra set of hands should I need them."
Ral sat back down, glancing once more at his armor and how he wished he could have it. Knowing Deidra, she wouldn't remove her helmet, unless Ral got very lucky with her mood. Something he wasn't counting on at this juncture, but still would appreciate if she did. Gazing at her, trying to study her body language to see what she was thinking or feeling at the moment, Ral hoped that she would stick to her word and help him out. The truth was, Ral wanted to bind Deidra to the clan beyond owing Ral a favor, her niece, and some credits. As a rule, Ral didn't trust people who could be bought, if one person offered more they could take it and leave their original employer high and dry. Though, Ral hoped Deidra was different, and in any case was willing to risk it and put some trust in her anyways. She did save his life after all, but he needed to make sure that she would stick it through with the clan, with him through the hard times as well as the easy ones. "So, can I count on you coming with me?"
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