Sandra makes a trip to Mon Cal to meet with Bernie, Head of Security at the Mon Cal’s Consulate, calls Sandra to come and meet with him. The ship lands in Mon Cal’s port and Sandra tries to tie her hair up quickly as she power walks through the city.
She shows up at the consulate and quickly throws on her blazer before entering Bernie’s office. Bernie is looking on several datapads and pacing back and forward. As Sandra enters, he looks up and gives a slight smile and nod.
“Agent Mana, welcome back. I know you’re not on contract right now, but I’d like to call in a favor. There’s something i’m currently too busy to handle and I need someone with a great education as an intelligence agent and you’re it.”
“Sir…?” Sandra’s head tilts a slight
“I’d like you to give you a lecture about methodologies of an intelligence agent, or at least your own methods, because they seem rather successful. Granted I taught you a quarter of them, hahaha!”
“A L-Lecture? Like a teacher? To whom? When? Where?” Sandra quickly chirps
“Coruscant. A Military Academy of officers and soldiers. This class has students looking to expand into other kinds of agencies such as intelligence work, in this case. The class has about 90 students. The lecture and questioning should be about 4 hours.”
“This is a little…unusual for me. I’ve done teaching before, but on a very small basis and to Jedi.”
“Listen, Mana… you won’t be young forever. You’ll need an outlet for all that experience if you live long enough to pass it on. This is a good foot in the door for you for the academy if you’re looking for work that’s aside the life of a field agent or operations agent. Put that big brain to use, right? Let others take a few bites of it. Feed the Masses.”
“I understand. I will give it a go then.”
“Great to hear! Now the academy won’t chew my ass off for not being able to attend, hahaha! I’m sure they’ll be glad to know I sent someone well experienced to handle my lecture. Do good by them, Sandra. They are the movers and shakers of tomorrow like you are.”
“Yes, sir. I will handle the situation.”
“I know you can do it, Sandra. Give em a good brain rumble, right! I’ll be here managing these bloody datapads as if they were little babies needing a teet. Bloody reports. My advice? Don’t get old, HA!”
Sandra giggles a slight and nods lightly before giving a little salute and leaving the office. She pauses down the hall and leans on the wall. She sighs heavily and thinks about the idea of giving 90 students a lecture about being an intelligence agent. With that, she goes back to her ship and goes to decide what to wear.
It wouldn’t be unwell to wear her robes, but maybe that would be an odd callout at this time. Maybe the normal skirt and official uniform would do well enough without calling out being a jedi TOO obviously.
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Sandra flies her ship to the designated parking structure and takes a taxi shuttle to the academy. It was utterly gorgeous. The structure was such a modernistic design with brilliant glass and steel lining that made this place gleam in the day and the night. But this was an evening class, and the way the lights lit up the area was such a sigh to see. The soft glowing on the structure was almost romantic in a way. She felt a tinge of excitement to be at a place that offered education in a different way than Jedi did.
The hallways were filled with former soldiers, military of various sorts, different species and nationalities were all over. It reminded her of the Jedi Temple in a way where there were many kinds of people looking to learn. It felt a little more comfortable for her.
She takes an hour to wander the halls and explore the various rooms that are here. There are many facilities that are surely available, though her exploration time was coming to an end. She makes her way down a series of hallways and when a datapad slams into the ground, she turns and looks behind at a fellow who dropped his datapad. When she looks back she sees the person she’s suppose to meet. A taller woman who has long blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, and someone who looks to have sharp features of someone in a general bad mood.
“Are you Agent Mana?” She asks sharply.
“Yes, ma’am. I am here to give the discussion for Bernie today.”
“You’re Sandra Mana? How old are you, agent?”
“Twenty, ma’am.”
“I’ve read the parts of your dossier that weren’t blacked. You have a mission list longer than most veterans. Is this the kind of action Jedi can preform? You’re like super mutants or something.”
“Ma’am…?”
“Nevermind, the classroom is this way. Follow me, Agent Mana.”