<strong>Name:</strong>Anrynn Mayadi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Korriban, Landing Pad<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><hr/>For Anrynn, returning to Korriban bought back bittersweet memories, ones that melded with her feelings about the current situation to give her an air of unease. It was here, on this world, that she had been forged into what she was today, both literally and figuratively. A Sith Warrior, trained and skilled, she was also a mixture of flesh and machine, half human and half technology welded together to produce a deadly fusion.<br/><br/>She had been called to this world by a message; the source was unclear, but whoever had sent it clearly knew her enough to target it in the most direct way possible. The message had been transmitted straight to her internal systems rather then via any communications suite or holo-viewer, visible on the inside of the lens that replaced her missing eye. It told her that whoever had contacted her not only had specifically targeted her, but also knew a lot more about her then she felt entirely comfortable with. And, given the Sith penchant towards self-consuming power plays, it was a worry that she wanted to address.<br/><br/>Leaving her<em>Fury</em>-class interceptor behind, she stepped out onto the concourse. Glancing around, she took note of the other two ships already present and the figures nearby, trying to match up owners to craft. Her mechanical eye clicked and whirred as it studied each in turn, recording images for future use and to match up. Anrynn might have seen herself as being above the squabbling and self-aggrandizement of other Sith, but at the same time, she also wasn’t going to deprive herself of a potential advantage, or leave herself exposed to an unknown threat.<br/>