Private A Name Not Yours.

[Jacen Breska]

TRENWYTH​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Second Legion Armor In storage | Civilian Clothes
EQUIPMENT: DC-902d
LOCATION: :: ::
TAG: Adean Castor

Insurgent activity on the borderworlds was always high, Jacen knew that first hand. Insurgents had killed themselves killing his entire garrison. Insurgents on Woostri killed twenty of his Trooper brothers and sisters defending a planet that had fallen, fighting a battle that had been lost. Overall, it left Jacen a bit…biased regarding the heroic, valiant plight of the insurgency. But it also left him in an interesting position inside the Regiment. In post-mission interviews, Jacen had continually demonstrated a hatred of both Alliance and Insurgency alike. This was a dislike Sith Military Command was determined to exploit.

Trenwyth was a small, unimportant world on the fringes of Sith space, but it’s position on the border with the Alliance, and its relatively low population, meant it was easy to smuggle equipment into and out of Sith space from here.

An agent of the Tsis-kaar on Trenwyth reported an increase in Insurgent activity, and recommended decisive and discreet action to quell it, so now Jacen was being sent to Trenwyth, and he and the agent would, together, quash this rebellion before it truly became one.

Still, an advisory about protecting himself from parasitic daggerworms made Jacen think twice about having such an unfettered hatred for insurgents. It gave him all the worst assignments.

“Go to Trenwyth, meet the agent at the Silver Rancor. Sign is ‘have you seen the dawn’. Countersign is ‘Only from the shadows.’” he repeated to himself quietly as his shuttle touched down.

It didn’t take him long to find the Silver Rancor. It was a busy bar, a mix of glamorous and gritty and a favorite of off-duty officers and gladiators both. Jacen made sure to blend in, or at least ‘not’ stand out too much. The plan, he hoped, was to find the agent sitting by themselves. For security purposes…he was not told their appearance.

It was a bit of a pain, but he scanned the room. This was the hard part, once this was done, this became a straight forward mission….He couldn’t wait for that part.

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[Adean Castor]

TAG: Jacen Breska

A creature of half-truths and lies by omission, Adean wore many hats. As such, she found herself pulled in many directions at any given time. Great pains had been taken to keep those hats separate, even adding more hats to further supplement her subterfuge. The Tiss'kar had been a forcesend in maintaining her differing aliases throughout the order. Did she believe in their cause? Absolutely not, she hardly believed in herself, much less any cause or institution, but what was another loyalty to tack on, anyway?

Her presence on Trenwyth was twofold, maybe even threefold if she could spin it well enough. At the Kor'ethyr Academy, she'd been all but assigned the role of a scholar, having jumped ahead in placements to land in alchemy and xeno-botany courses despite lacking basic training in the force. What information she could gather on the parasitic daggerworms would do well to garner some credits while she was off-world, information she could also pass on to the Tiss'kar archives. If she was lucky, it'd gain her some credit on Jutrand, too.

Seated alone in the Silver Rancor, she pored over data from samples. The bustle of the bar wasn't great for concentration, her mind wandering from her research to the denizens of the establishment to even the ride here. She wasn't the only Tiss'kar agent on-world. Stars, she wasn't the only agent in the bar, though had she a bit more experience under her belt, she might've argued otherwise.

The other agent was either too arrogant or too trusting (or both), leaving their datapad unattended a number of times while they were in transit. Adean couldn't help herself in stealing glances, motivated in curiosity and half tempted to use the information she'd garnered to report the agent for malpractice. But no, she wasn't in the business of making enemies. She sincerely doubted that whatever the agent was set to do, it wouldn't be "only from the shadows," however.

 

[Jacen Breska]

TRENWYTH​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Second Legion Armor In storage | Civilian Clothes
EQUIPMENT: DC-902d
LOCATION: :: ::
TAG: Adean Castor

It was busy. Some local holiday or event, sporting match or some such had just occurred, meaning the Silver Rancor was very…populated. And he thought about what he’d do if he were an agent.
Well, he’d want to blend in, so he’d be mingling. No, that’s stupid, he thought to himself. He’d want to be easily visible to himself, so that he wouldn’t have to walk up to everyone in the bar asking if they’ve seen the dawn. He’d look karking insane. The best way to look not like a spy, he thought to himself, was to look so obviously like a spy that of course you’d never be a spy.

The woman sitting alone, pondering datapads in a busy bar? Had to be his contact.

Jacen closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and shook his head. “This is so stupid,” he said to himself, before thinking, How am I supposed to just…work that in? Paranoid freaks, all of the Tiis-kaar.
But, he forced himself to approach the lone woman.
“Hey, uh,” he said, sighing. “I uh. Well, I saw you alone, and I thought, well…have you uh…ever…seen the dawn?” Jacen finally said, shaking his head as he spoke. This wasn't his element, and it showed. He wasn't a spy, he was a soldier. He fought every urge to put his head in his hands and scream at the sheer nonsensical circumstance. This is so stupid, he thought again, but he kept his eyes on hers, and tried to smile as if he was flirting. He bet it all on her being his contact. If she wasn't, and she rightfully so called him weird... He'd probably jump back into the nearest Nether portal and just stay there forever talking to ghosts and demons about how lame he was.

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[Adean Castor]

TAG: Jacen Breska

A voice pulled Adean from her studies, a feeling of dread washing over her as she looked up from the datapads, followed by relief. Someone she didn't know, at least she was fairly confident she didn't. A male about her age, even about her height, if her estimations were correct. A local, perhaps?

Her brow rose when he spoke, the thought of 'Oh no, is he flirting with me?' being the first thing to drift into her mind, followed by a 'Well, yes, everyone has.' yet she held her tongue from commenting on either. The term was familiar, a reference to something, perhaps? The exact reference was lost on her, and nagging at that. So familiar yet just out of reach. But there was a response to that line, wasn't there? It was...

"Oh, yes. Only from the shadows." Perhaps a bit too enthusiastic by virtue of remembering the response, she temporarily forgot where she'd read the code.

 

[Jacen Breska]

TRENWYTH​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Second Legion Armor In storage | Civilian Clothes
EQUIPMENT: DC-902d
LOCATION: :: ::
TAG: Adean Castor

Oh thank god, He thought to himself, sitting down at the table. “Alright good,” he said, smiling wider and nodding. The adrenaline from walking up to a stranger and asking them something so nonsensical was fading, and he exhaled the remainder of the feeling away.
“Alright…good,” he repeated, his smile fainting softly, “It’s probably obvious I’m out of my element here,” he started, wringing his hands together, “Do we talk here? Elsewhere?” He looked around, the noise in the bar was loud enough and no one close enough that it’d probably be safe, but he didn’t know for sure. The spies had their own way of doing things, and Jacen was just a guest in her house right now.
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[Adean Castor]

TAG: Jacen Breska

He was smiling, so clearly she'd said something right, though she wasn't quite sure if that was actually a good thing. Her brow remained uplifted as he slid into the opposing seat, a slight smile echoing his own to further play the role of good-natured. "Just relax, gotta start out somewhere." Whatever element he was supposedly out of, Adean wasn't sure if she had the patience to watch him get flustered.

With his next set of questions, her brow furrowed a fraction, returning back to a neutral look by the time he finished glancing around the bar. Clearly, she was missing something. "Here works, just don't be obvious about it," she started, trying to catch him before he cast another glance about. "Start by stopping with the looking around, you'll only draw eyes that way."