<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/SiraPostHeader.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sira Tajunu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar Bay<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None<br/><hr/>The Twi'lek who entered the hangar pushed a small hover platform ahead of her, on it two transport crates and a smaller bag. She paused close to the door and surveyed the room, before she pushed her cargo deeper into the hangar bay and parked it close to the refreshments table.<br/><br/>After thanking the droid for the offer of some caf, Sira helped herself to a cup, adding sweetener while she wondered about the armored man who had arrived even earlier than herself. Did CorSec hire mercenaries for anti-smuggling work these days?<br/><br/>At least unlike the Mandalorian, Sira could not be mistaken for a mercenary. She was in her CorSec uniform, the rank badges of a detective pinned to the uniform collar and chest, the only thing not regulation about her the blaster in her hip holster. For a sidearm she preferred a fairly standard, commercial model that would not immediately give her away as CorSec when she was out of uniform.<br/><br/>She sat down with two empty seats between her an the Mandalorian and pretended to stifle a yawn. "Good morning. Sira Tajunu, SCD," she offered as an introduction.<br/><br/>Sira wasn't really sleepy, being used to odd hours from her work in the Serious Crime Division, but she had found it useful to pretend being less alert than she really was in new, unfamiliar situations. It put people at ease, sometimes making it easier to surprise them with a question or putting them in a mood where they would let something slip out they would otherwise not divulge. Once in place, a habit like that was hard to shake and practice never hurt anyway.<br/>