Rianna is a little bit annoyed that he cut the connection before she could respond, though there really wasn't much she could say in response. And while she'd like to ignore the order, she didn't really feel comfortable doing anything else at the moment.
So, with a lack of anything else to do, and with her work on Reecee being finished, she will gather whatever things she has with her and prepare to leave as soon as she can.
Despite Rianna being fresh to the world of Knighthood, she is not without her connections. Myraline once had a long-time friend who piloted for her, a man named Quint who you remember well... but now a good-spirited man named Colby pilots for her, and you. Myraline typically sends him to retrieve you from missions when she is not utilizing his services. He pilots a large starfreighter, the Viloc. The man runs a freight service.
"Hey, girlie," Colby greets you with, a young man with his hair slicked back, after arriving on Reecee. He is wearing an ugly gray sweater and a pair of brown slacks with worn-through boots. A pair of pistols is strapped to his waist. "How'd things go?"
"Let's," Colby says. "Now that you've mopped up the drug business... I daresay Reecee is yet again dull and uninteresting."
The Viloc takes off shortly after, taking its passenger hurtling towards Coruscant once it hits lightspeed...
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A pair of men watch the Gozanti cruiser take off, unnoticed by its pilot and its passenger. The first is young and impressionable, wearing an all-black ensemble that matches his hair. The second is traveled and bitter, his clothes matching with their stains and tears. Both are in possession of blasters and lightsabers, one of each hanging from their belts.
"There she goes," the first comments. "Do you think she's going straight to Ord Coridari?"
The second snorts. "You kidding? She's a Jedi, she's got to report in to her masters and all that gumf."
"So do we," the first reminds.
"Yeah, well..." the second responds, but his response trails off. The first studies him for a moment, then pulls out his comlink.
"Master Rand, Rianna has left the planet."
"Excellent," crackles through the hissing voice of Rand. "We make for our destination immediately."
The first puts away his comlink. "You heard him. Let's get back to the ship."
The second stands, watching the Gozanti cruiser disappear in the upper atmosphere, saying nothing. The first waits for just a moment before quietly turning away and hopping off the roof of the starport.
"A challenge..." the second says, now alone. "We will see."
He follows his peer.
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When the Viloc sets down on Coruscant, there is someone waiting for it. Myraline stands there alone, her robes folded about her. It is a cold day on Coruscant, with a threat of rain.
"I hear that Reecee held complications," Myraline says when you step out of the ship, getting right to business. Colby shrugs and wanders off to check part of his ship. "Are you alright, Rianna?"
Rianna suppresses a flash of annoyance at the fact that Myraline was waiting for her. It's been two years now since Rianna completed her training...
"Complications? That's a way of putting it," Rianna says, shivering a bit from the cold and pulling her robe closer. "I'm fine. A bit shaken, but fine."
Considering the circumstances, you would be surprised if she wasn't there. She despised Rand and was always worried about his attempts at influencing you.
"Good," Myraline says, simply. "The Council informed me of what happened; they acquired the report you filed with local law enforcement on Reecee. There was nothing you could have done for those policemen, in your state. Twenty dead, all told..."
That is true, but it's not going to stop Rianna being mildly irritated 😛
She flinches a bit as Myraline comments on how many dead there had been. "Look, I know I made a mess of it, okay? I shouldn't have gone in on my own. I should have paid more attention to my senses. I realized that pretty quickly. No, I couldn't have done anything in the state I was in, but it never should have gotten there," she says. She sighs, moving to head inside and out of the cold.
"Sorry. This just...it was about as far from what I thought could happen as possible."
"Rianna," Myraline says, putting an arm around your shoulders in a motherly way as you walk inside the starport. "I feel the outcome would have been the same if you had gone in with the officers at your back. Nobody could have known about Rand and his students, and there is no way you could have contested all three of them and the thugs you encountered. Please, don't be so harsh on yourself. It causes stress, which causes frustration, which causes... well, you get my drift."
"They told me that you had come into contact with Rand... but that is all," Myraline says. "It is worrying to me."
Moving through the starport, you come to where Myraline had docked her airspeeder, a Jedi-issued model.
"We are to meet with them upon reaching the Temple. Do you feel ready to talk with them?"