Nyri stalks down the cold streets of Dromund Kaas on yet another late night. Her robes offer little comfort, clinging to her wet skin and forcing a hard sigh as she continues the long walk down towards the hangar bay. Setting eyes on her Master's ship, she gives a nod, wiping back a strand of long black hair and blinking the water from her eyes.<br/><br/>After the slew of takeoff procedures had reached their conclusion, she slings aboard the ship and prepares the hyperdrive for takeoff. Her Master had assigned her to work under Lord Kruzel on Ord Mantell. Great. She always had enjoyed the volcanic death trap with its Republic Troopers and the condescending pig. Fighting back a sigh, she lets her ship take off into the darkness. This was bound to be a long few months, she thinks to herself.<br/><br/>As her ship softly glides into the landing bay, Nyri grabs her small bag of things. She gently turns off the ship's power systems and slips out of the bay, making sure her robes covered as much of her as possible. Lightsabers swinging at her hips, she jumps down off of her tiny silver battle ship and into the quiet morning at the Separatist Spaceport. "Tell the Captain I want my ship refueled and cleaned," she orders the attendants then stalks through Docking Bay 5.<br/><br/>Lord Kruzel was waiting for her; he gives her his typical leering smile, walking over to meet her. "I trust your trip wasn't too difficult, Apprentice?" he purrs, voice sounding like rotting oil.<br/><br/>Nyri gives a brisk nod, ignoring the soft pat on her rear as she continued to her quarters. With any luck, she could deal with whatever Jedi problems they were having and be done with this, she thinks to herself.