She could feel, deep in her bones, that something was off about her mission, and that something was steeped in dreadful implication. The slim Vosaia found herself pacing the dingy confines of her rented room in the Amren Sector, agitation pushing her to some sort of physical release from nagging anxiety. Aside from the fact that no one should have even been aware of her meeting with the Irdoi information broker, the presence of her pursuer was what was most off. Replaying each nuance of every moment within Revenant, the chase, and their meeting, K’llan knew that her tracker was neither just an opportunistic mercenary out for some ready money, nor a criminal trying to obtain a valuable asset. “Captain Avara Serros, Quorum Strategic High Risk, Intelligence, and Enforcement Operative. By the Authority of the Quorum, Consulate, and Ministry, you are to surrender yourself into my custody and await charges.” Z’arr repeated those words in her mind, felt again the quiet yet certain sincerity and genuine authority in that silken alto.
