Dathomir's Open Terrain

Seth made his way to the Knights and after a quick salute he began his part of the report handing of a data pad with images his men had taken of the fortress and compiled.

From what it looks like outside, it'll be a tough bunker to bust, but with some well placed heavy explosives we can crack that wall. Major Drax has more intel on the interior of the Fortress. I do believe he had mentioned an escape rout out which could be useful.

True to her word, Faina refrains from contributing anything save for a respectful, appreciative nod to Seth after the Scout Trooper has made his report, and, later, a stiffly formal nod to Drax after the Major has essentially dismissed her and Brock.

Waiting until they are out of earshot, Faina suppresses a shiver of revulsion as she dryly opines, "I would take it as a compliment of the highest order that he does not like you, in all honesty. Not wanting to permit Drax to occupy her thoughts any longer than necessary, Faina turns to scan the area to check on whether Kortos has caught up with them as she suggests, We could do that, yes, or we could ask Lieutenant Gentry if he has any thoughts on the matter. He and his men did an admirable bit of recon, and therefore may have already determined the more favorable avenues of approach. Almost, but not quite allowing herself a subtly amused faint smile, Faina quips, He, unlike the Major, might even want us to succeed in the endeavor rather than fail spectacularly."

Faina, though her expression remains as stoic as it most often does, emits a soft, quiet noise that is almost certainly a brief chuckle when Brock christens Kortos "Sleeping Beauty", almost positive that she will never be able to think of Kortos as anything else from now on. Nodding, her eyes distant for a moment as she recalls some of the other swamp or forest worlds that she and Brock have visited during their tenure as Imperial Knights, and remembers some of the many experiences - good and bad - that they shared on those distant worlds. Not wanting to allow her focus to drift from their mission for long, Faina shakes her head, visibly bringing herself completely into the mode of intently watchful readiness that has allowed her survive for as long as she has. Dryly as ever, Faina suggests that Brock keep his, "Mind on the present. We can reminisce about the past once we have added killing a despot to our list of accomplishments."

Holding out a hand and waggling her fingers, their long experience together enabling Brock to correctly ascertain her meaning without the need for extraneous words even though he will undoubtedly employ enough extraneous words for them both before long, Faina accepts the datacard that the Major had provided them with, plugging it into her datapad so that she can review the information they have been given about the fortress layout while they wait for Sleeping Beauty to join them.

Handing the datapad over to Brock after she has reviewed the contents so that he can do so himself, Faina compulsively curls and flexes the prosthetic fingers of her left hand as she takes a few steps away to avoid distracting him.

"Undetected, Faina muses aloud without any hint of teasing in her tone even though, Brock will recognize from the slightest upward tilt of the left corner of her lips, she is doing just that, as she takes the datapad from Brock and returns it to its pouch on her belt before taking the offered jerky, is usually a good way to start when, given what we are here to do almost certainly requires that we become detected before we are through with what we are here to do, we are not likely to remain undetected for long. Reaching over to pat Brock's shoulder, Faina takes a bite of the jerky and then dryly says as though reassuring him instead of continuing to tease him in the uniquely dry way that she always has teased him ever since he managed to get her to lower the formidable barriers she keeps up with most others, I am quite sure that you will have more than one opportunity to be brash, unsubtle, loud, and quite obvious before we are through with what we are here to do, aren't you?"

Watching Brock's antics with an expression every bit as stoic and immobile as one might imagine an ancient god to have when watching the antics of lesser beings, Faina shakes her head as though pityingly when he has concluded his theatrical bit of playful pleading, lifting a hand as though to refuse the offered jerky as she says in a tone laced with deep sadness, "Alas, there are neither lemons nor paperwork enough in all the vastness of the universe to effect such a change in one such as yourself. Crossing her arms over her chest as though to close the subject, Faina looks away from Brock as she says in a theatrically final tone, I am afraid worthiness will ever be beyond one such as you," punctuating the playful pronouncement with a slow, sad nod of her head before finally allowing herself to laugh.

Lifting her hands as though to plead for Brock to desist in his efforts to make light of the situation even though it is already a bit late for that, Faina says, "Enough of that now. Looking around with theatrical furtiveness as though truly afraid of being overheard or seen allowing her usual composure to slip enough that the woman beneath the armor and title is revealed somewhat, she jokes in an equally theatrical whisper, I have an image to maintain."

Kortos managed to trek his way through the jungle, greeting Seth with a short nod of his head. He listened in silent contemplation as the Scout Trooper relayed the intel that had been gathered thus far. The Galactic Alliance forces seemed like they were dug in pretty securely. But with the aide of the Witch Clans, such security would be proven false.

Kortos bore no great love for the Shapers of Kro Var. Although they had sided with the Alliance and appeared as noble people, their practices always seemed rather off. Worshipping and manipulating spirits of nature never sat right with Kortos. It seemed only right to remove such a powerful being from the Galaxy and the Alliance.

As he arrived to where Faina and Brock were, he stopped and gave them both a bow. The pair having been in deep discussion and planning as they waited for him to arrive I hope I didn't make you wait too long...