2271, Exceptional Talent
The negotiation venue arranged by Dryden Vos was a manor on the outskirts of the city. He had deployed a large number of guards there in advance, and every service was provided with the utmost luxury.
It could be said that, aside from Dryden Vos himself not being present, everything was held to the highest standard.
Kira ran her fingers through her silver-gold hair. This was also because of an offhand remark from that mysterious person years ago—"I think silver-gold hair would suit you better."
Later, after Han Solo left, Kira had dyed her hair on a whim. She did not really understand what silver-gold was supposed to look like, so she dyed all her hair silver, then added golden highlights through the middle.
Did it look good? She did not particularly like the feeling, but whenever she looked in the mirror, she always felt as though the person in the reflection had stepped out of some fantasy drama, perhaps one with creatures that could fly and breathe fire.
Hopefully, this time, she could also avert disaster.
Kira withdrew her gaze, her expression turning resolute as she stepped into the manor.
Along the way, the fully armed Crimson Dawn guards bowed to her in greeting. But Kira knew that this was all Dryden Vos's arrangement. These people were not truly saluting her.
One day, you will truly bow to me, Kira thought.
Upon entering the reception hall, Kira casually found herself a seat and picked up a slice of fruit, eating it at ease.
About an hour later, Kira met the main figures of this meeting: two vicious-looking Zabraks, and a Night sister who should have been enchanting and beautiful, yet whose facial war paint sent chills down one's spine.
Darth Maul, Savage Opress, and Silri. Kira