Gen nodded as the girl corrected her. Not a subordinate, then, but a friend. She wasn't quite sure if this was supposed to be their command structure or whether this girl was actually in some way a leader of this organisation. "Not a subordinate," Gen repeated. "Pardon. I think the way 'e demands attention made it appear this way." Following the girl and Nick outside, Gen and her entourage followed, Chamomile by her side.
"Hmm?" Gen intoned as someone spoke to her, having been caught up in her thoughts for a moment. "Yes, the trip was quite nice. An impressive display of wealth, although there is no need to impress me." She stressed the word a bit more than necessary, alluding to how it was still a better idea than not. Arriving at another door, Gen turned to their escorts, nodding as she was told to wait. "Fair enough. Signor Stenn, madame, we will see one another in a little while." With a handmotion, she signalled the two guards to go in first, then stepping in herself, finally losing eyesight on the other people as the door closed. She was quite aware that the girl was out of her depth when it came to dealing with her. No matter, really. She had been tense. It reminded her of school children needing to discuss a topic in front of the class. The same kind of anxiety was what Gen had seen on the girl's face. Yawning, she sat down on a nearby couch, taking out her PDA. The rest was only killing time.
Stenn took a look over the prepared table in the market once more. He had chosen to have a table set up here as opposed to one of the boardrooms for its proximity to the civilian merchants and its distance from operation critical areas of the station. The idea being to keep prying eyes away from the restricted access areas, while providing an open area that was already routinely patrolled by the combat droids to prevent suspicion.
He shook his head as he wondered about their guest. Her demeanor and personality were conflicting. She spoke as one with an above standard level of education, and clearly acted as if she was someone of importance, yet there were subtle cues that led Stenn to believe she was the front for a more important figure. Regardless, she was present, and clearly important enough to cause problems if the situation wasn't handled correctly.
Frowning at one of the more junior knights who had just stumbled out of 96 Slide and was staggering towards housing block A, Stenn was reminded that while he played host there were several critical operations underway, and that the sooner the situation was resolved the sooner he would be able to get back behind the controls of his own beloved ship and return to walking the edge amongst the stars.
Sweeping his gaze across the Vesa Market, he could see Sarah heading towards him, and receiving a curt nod from his colleague, brought up his comm-pad. "We're all set here. Send one of the droids to inform Lady Geneviève that we'd be delighted to give her a tour of the facilties and to bring her to Vesa. Someone else go and make sure to lock the Junior Knights into 96 so that they don't let their drunken antics out."
After hearing the corresponding replies he nodded to himself. The droid sent to inform Gen that we were ready for her would be one of the standard combat droids, and as such an excellent reminder of the dual nature of the Forlorn Hope. Peace and War in one.
It didn't take long until Gen's reveries were interrupted by the arrival of a peculiar robot. It informed her that it would take her to where they would have the dinner. Peculiar indeed. The weaponry was hard to miss. Rising from where they had loitered, her entourage followed Gen as the robot took the lead, taking a route that was clearly designed to show off as much of the station as possible to her. Gen couldn't help but notice that, if they wanted to hide something, they would've hidden it anyways. Still, she wasn't here to dig. Coronado was far enough away from the Nation to not be a burden, and the last operation against the Colonial installation in orbit of Yuma had taken quite the toll on the Maltese fleets. She didn't pay much attention on the way.
Eventually, they would reach their hosts. The location was a bit more open than Gen would have expected, though she wasn't going to mention it. Five people awaited them: Elena, Sarah and Stenn, though only the latter two Gen already knew, and two other unknown men. "Gentlemen," Gen started, nodding into the direction of the males. "Ladies." She repeated the process for the females. "Signor Stenn and Signora Sarah already know me as Geneviève. This is Chamomile, my handmaiden." She pointed to the woman who was walking by her side in a subservient fashion. "And Bruno and Perry, my guards."
Seeing the flicker of annoyance on Gen's face, Nick quickly moved to introduce Elena, "This is Elena Voight, the third member of our little holy trinity here in the Forlorn.", turning to the indicate the two men standing nearby, he continued. "This is James and Vincent, two of our support staff here on the station. James handles all the logistics around ships, and Vincent manages the maintenance of the station itself."
Pausing for a moment, he gestured to the mostly silent market around them. "Welcome to Vesa. It's a left over from the previous administration, but we didn't want to disrupt the lives of the people who have been making use of the stations market since before we came, so we've kept it. 96 Slide, the stations bar, is just down the way over there."
As he speaks he points out the locations he's mentioning, indicating the well-used stalls some of which have a variety of trinkets and goods on their shelves, and as he mentions the bar he points down an adjoining corridor, revealing the old-stlye neon sign above its door, and another man in Forlorn uniform, flanked by two more of the security droids sealing the doors.
A glance around the market would reveal the obviously well used area, the floor scuffed and marked by hundreds of boots, yet polished and clean. Decorative plants and other items had been placed around the area to increase its appeal, and several corridors lead to this part of the station, clearly marking it as a central point. Ever present was the presence of more security droids as the quietly patrolled the halls.
"Sorry that we're not meeting in a more formal location, I simply enjoy sitting in this area for meals. At least at this time of the day all of the vendors have retired, so we wont be bothered by the sounds of trade."
Even though Sarah hated to wear formal cloths, she had been forced by Nick to wear at something formal. It was a blouse and a skirt. She felt uncomfortable while wearing those clothes but she still kept her normal personality during the meeting. "Do our guests want something to drink? We can offer almost everything here." She was smiling, even though she was still not sympathizing with this whole charade. She walked over to Gen and offered her a seat. She didn't say anything, just pointing to the seat she drew away from the table. Still smiling she took a look at the other members of the Forlorn hope.