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Locke & Key
Making Tomorrow's World Today
"Tch, seriously, John Locke ?" a frustrated thumb pressed against the device's screen as she swiped away at the commercial. Yet, just as soon as she swiped, another one played. "Oh, my Force!" She watched as her mid-twenty-year-old face showed up once again on the screen. Allyson Locke instantly regretted the commercials she had done as a favor for her cousin when their original girl had gotten struck down with the flu. John had promised that she wouldn't be recognizable, but here she was with her full face on blast deep in Confederate territory.
The shuttle whipped around the corner of the city, and she watched the sunlight starting to set as it flickered across the windows. She hadn't noticed that several people were staring at her. As she looked around through the sunglasses' dark lenses, she caught the eyes of a small girl with pigtails. Her eyes sparkled as if she had seen her hero or something; it caused Allyson to look over her shoulder only to find a poster on the train. Her face once more plastered, this time wearing one of John Locke's personally designed armor, showing way more curves than she would have wanted. He said he wasn't going to use that one. She was suddenly feeling warm under the collar, not a great thing for a spy trying to slip into the Confederacy ranks, hidden.
The shuttle continued in the long straight track; the Corellian became more aware of the faces as she looked around, trying to find a place to look without showing the rising panic. They don't recognize you, no, these commercials are old, and that picture is ancient. Allyson continued the mantra in her mind as she felt the shuttle stop. A voice muddled over the speaker, announcing where they had finally stopped. Thankfully, she drew up the hood over her head and slipped out of the doors using the cover of the crowd. People continued to whisper around her, and she kept hearing her name, which meant John never renamed her in the credits to anything, not even that interview she did when he had launched his women's line of armor.
A fire burned in her eyes as she figured it was better she go visit her cousin than try and get Gerwald Lechner to help start galaxy war three. The sound of her boots stopped as she made a quick pivot to one of the headquarters of Locke & Key. She knew where they were all located, just keeping tabs on her dearest and loveliest cousin. As she moved, the crowd noticed her move and shifted along with her, making Allyson look over her shoulder. A shout from the back of the pack screamed, "ITS HER ITS ALLYSON LOCKE!!!" the echo of a scream followed, and then the entire assembly mimicked the girl's voice. "Oh, karking chaos!" Allyson didn't know what to do. The spy was rarely recognized, mostly out in public like this. The backpack she wore swung back and forth on her back as she broke into a full sprint through the station.
More screams echoed as her name was continuously called out. Being recognized like this was the worst-case scenario for her, and she would have preferred a pack of Confederate Knights Obsidian trying to gun her down. At least in that scenario, she knew what to do. Fighting and trying to survive was her life, but trying to avoid a flock of rabid fans. Were they that? Could they be her fans? Was she famous or something in Confederate space?
Such a strange feeling. Allyson continued to run, and as she rounded the corner, it seemed the screams of the original pack had alerted others. "What the k-" Turning on her heel, she changed directions. "ALLYSON LOOOOOCCCKKKKEEEEEEE" For the first time in her life, the sound of a woman screaming her name made her whimper with fear. She continued to run, the crowd behind her starting to grow louder and more considerable. The flash of lights from holocameras began to snap as people tried to catch a glimpse of the Locke & Key girl. "No, no, no, no!" Arms waved as Allyson did her best to hide who she was; a spy with her face all over the holonet was professional suicide.
Stairs came up in the distance; the Corellian quickly jumped and slid down the banister, creating some distance between her and the crowd. As she slid down to the bottom, the sudden flash of a holocamera flashed brightly. Allyson fell backward, but with the use of the Force, she bounced back up quickly. Eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to reorient herself from the dazing flash. "Allyson Locke! What are you doing in Confederate Space? Are you joining the Fall line for Locke & Key?" A man's voice shouted over the screaming crowd. Allyson covered her face the best she could with her hands as she groaned, "Uhhhh." The questions continued, "Is John Locke seeing someone? - Is there a special lady or gentleman in the Exarch's life?" A woman echoed as she pushed a microphone into the Corellian's face. Force. She didn't know what John was doing with his personal life. It was one of the few things they didn't talk about. To the best of her knowledge, the guy was more interested in his gadgets. Not the warm caress of a lover. Her hands waved again as she stumbled back and found an opening. Once more, the Corellian took off and rounded a sharp corner into the ladies' bathroom.
For once, it was empty.
What a weird day.
Allyson dove into one of the stalls and took in a deep breath; she looked around and did her best to not scream. She wanted to strangle John; he should have gotten new commercials by now - he had the money to pay for one of the scorching Zeltron models that were all over the holonet. Maybe it was his way of showing his love? Whatever it was, Allyson would have an interesting Life Day at his mother's house with him.
A hand rested against her chest as she calmed down and gathered her thoughts. She needed a disguise; it was a good thing she had brought something fully, knowing that CIS would be a doozy to infiltrate. Opening the pack, she dug through the weapons and other intel she had till she found a small note.
Dear Sober Allyson,
It was necessary, don't be mad at Drunk Allyson - just know...it was totally worth it.
Winkey face,
Drunk Allyson.
It was necessary, don't be mad at Drunk Allyson - just know...it was totally worth it.
Winkey face,
Drunk Allyson.
"You've got to be kidding me." Allyson cursed her drunk self, knowing all too well the gadgets she kept in here were probably removed to impress a certain girl. Allyson brought the backpack to her face as she screamed a muffled scream into it. Curse her lizard brain. As she finished screaming profanities about herself, she felt something tickle her face. The bag lowered, and she pulled out a stick-on mustache. Eyes narrowed as she figured her drunk self thought this was a funny joke that sober her would find hilarious.
"Whatever, this is going to have to do." Carefully, she stuck the fuzzy fake mustache to her face and put the sunglasses back on. Exiting the stall, she walked out and looked at the crowd that had been getting quick interviews from the tabloid reporters. They didn't notice her leaving, but she quickly slipped back onto the shuttle and headed back towards the spaceport. The mission was a bust, but she did send a message to John,
<Nerd Boy, I'm going to ruin your life - I'm eating all your ice cream on Life Day.>
