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[Peyton Steele]

Well, she wasn’t known by her typical name. Not since she arrived. But the blonde was very much Peyton Steele. She was welcomed to the world under an assumed name, with the directive to create more as she saw fit. She was delivered through public transportation with a bit of gear smuggled onto the world and dropped off.

The trick was that she was in one of the more gentrified levels of Coruscant’s cityscape. While here, she had one mission and that was a pretty simple one. Learn, adapt, understand, and report back. Reports would be few and far between, but the blonde had her task. And she was going to do to the best of her ability. She was set up, an account, a small one bedroom office-apartment, and of course the delivery to her place.

When she had found her new apartment, her home for the forseeable future, she was surprised to find the crates already there. How someone got this through, she wouldn’t understand, but it was probably one of those mystics. Maybe it was even Chevu, how sad would that be? Chevu moving equipment to send Peyton on a task far away from Alliance space?

Didn’t matter. She had an office, and the reports were starting to be spread that she was good at her job. An investigator, one who could get information on just about anyone and anything. It would be a decent cover while she performed her actual work, that of scouring the planet for a weakness.

That of being the eyes and ears to all she could see here.

For the next few months, she had on her own.

 

[Peyton Steele]

The blonde paced her office, the crate was full, and she placed her hand on the biometric lock. Her hand was enough to open it and when the crate opened up there was a variety of side arms, BlasTech, Merr-Sonn and Browncoat Arms and Industrial. She grinned and took out the Merr-Sonn Power-Seven, it was an older model, but it did the same thing. Taking a few power packs, and the datapad, she shut the crate. The next one would contain her other weapons – stun batons and sniper rifle. She opened that and pulled the pair of batons out and kicked the door shut.

Turning, the room was dark, there were lights, but one was a bulb that was clearly a sodium or thereover bulb, yellowing the already yellowed walls. Stepping close to the desk, she put the batons on the desk and opened up the terminal and looked over her machine. Accessing the HoloNet, she pulled up Radio Free Coruscant. She understood they were actually not so bad, and only moderately state-owned.

Despite their name, whatever.

Pink blob DJs were strange anyhow.

Still, the music was playing and she turned up the volume. Not to be too loud, but to fill the tiny, dark apartment.

Are you just a lucky lady in the city of light?

She stepped into her bedroom, well, what constituted as one and opened her top drawer, stuffing the Power Seven in between her delicates, well, for her, not really that delicate and slipped one of the power cells under the mattress. Walking to the window, she pulled open the curtains.

Or just another lost angel…

City of Night, City of Night

The city was out before her, if she pressed her head to the window, she could almost see the skyline, but who was she kidding, she didn’t do this for the views, she did this because she was chosen. And she went where she was sent.

City of Night, City of Night.

Time to get to work.

 

[Peyton Steele]

She had been briefed on the area, and had seen makes, learned the businesses, learned the demographics. It wasn’t a bad area, poor, near-humans and aliens, mostly. Lower levels. Slums. But still, it was time to take a walk, wasn’t it? One thing Peyton had always been good with was learning, from fine arts and priceless artifacts for sale, to how to steal them, and how to help, and more importantly, how to hurt people. Dark hooded, heavy-shirt under her leather jacket, jeans, boots, and hip holster bag. In the bag was her datapad, more a mobile comlink that had a link up to the HoloNet and a camera.

Good for what she was needing it for. Hitting the street, that smell, the smell of a wasting city, the smell of no sun for too many decades, and the poor complicating life for the poor, hit her like a wave. She could get used to it, she assumed. Scanning her immediate area, having gotten to the apartment by way of airspeeder, this was her chance to walk the few levels above and below hers, and get a feel for the district. The one good thing of this district?

The city-spanning hover trains had a stop that went one train over and she would be near the Capitol district in 20 minutes, tops. Pulling her hood up over her blonde hair, the agent of the Alliance made to walking.

One thing she was going to need to find was some good food. She was thinking Atrisian.

City of night.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Didn’t take her long to find some takeaway. And it wasn’t… bad. Sure, the cook was an Atrisian, but she had a world of experience to suggest that somehow the Rodian was running the show. But, well it seemed like a good enough place as any to get a bite to eat. Making her way through the block, she knew that was going to be a place to listen, to find work, to see who she could help.

But for now, she still wanted to get eyes on all the locations of importance. Taking her nerf fried rice, and the bamboo sticks that they used to eat it, because lets be even more stereotypical for 4 credits a carton, she made her way to what was supposed to be a park. When she got there, yeah, Peyton was a bit disappointed. Dingy as ever, this district, which she still didn’t know what the locals called it, but the reports referred to it as ‘the Playground’ was very… scattered, dirty, and this park was no joke.

She had a mouth full of rice when she stepped around the corner and almost choked. The scene wasn’t really unexpected for the district, but it was definitely unexpected for a park. There was no way that water was any good. Brown sludge the city was pumping into the fountain, where transients were sleeping on a bench and children were running through the water. Yeah, it was that kind of place. Half naked bastard-interspecies children were running and laughing.

And she was pretty sure that guy was just watching. Her, the kids, the adults, everyone. That was a bit odd, but she shook it off. A bench was open, with its back against what looked to be a speeder chop shop, and she took a seat. Crossing her legs, she looked back at the man. Command did warn her that things were going to be a bit odd where she was going, and that the Alliance had some friends, but the Sith had more.

Only time would tell what she was looking at.