Private An itch that needs to be scratched

[Damian du Couteau]

Damian du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Fondor, Senate Building
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Readjusting his eyepatch once again, Damian felt his annoyance grow as he walked down the relatively empty hallway. He had just left the medical offices that applied fresh bandages and bacta to his healing wound. Unfortunately each time they’re replaced, it does his face no favors with near constant itching whenever the fresh bandages are applied. His uninjured side held a rather annoyed single eye stare at his data-slate while his free hand gently massaged the edges of the bandages to soothe away his irritation. ​

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Perhaps the only silver lining since his injury was the mandatory sleep that had helped remove the many dark rings around his eye. But ever since he managed to escape the hospital and return to his work, his left eye was slowly returning to its usual tired appearance with growing dark circles. ​

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Damian continued reading a new report on his data-slate, his eyes scanning each line intensely. The situation with the war against the Sith, the crisis over in the Hapes Cluster and with the Mandalorian Crusaders, all were major factors affecting the markets and trade lanes. The extra demand of escort fleets meant further increase of fuel supply and allocating proper logistical support for certain stations and patrol zones. ​

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He stopped short as he turned the corner and suddenly felt the need to sit and take a moment to concentrate. Being a new strung-out administrator inside the Senate building was hardly out of place, but Damian had always made it an effort to disguise his weariness as much as possible. Appearances often mattered far more than actualized reality in certain cases, so he attempted to disguise his tiredness as just him needing to grab a cup of caff and sit down at a table near the open balcony for fresh air. ​

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“They can never get the right blend or roast,” Damian mumbled his complaint as he sat down. Gently he rested his cheek on his right hand as he used his left to scroll down the report on his data-slate. ​

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|| Aela Keersu ||​

 

[Amena Kader]

STARDUST
SENATE BUILDING | FONDOR
TAG: Damian du Couteau

RISE​

Fondor.

It has been a while since Aela had been stationed here. Right at the beginning of her career as a trooper in the Defence Force. How far away it all seemed now. She was no longer the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Academy graduate.

Now she was inserted as a deep cover operative against the very nation she once protected.

Getting a senator to dance to the Foundation's strings wasn't going to be easy. With other operatives placed deep in the Core to plant some seeds, it was crucial that she at least somewhat succeeded. At least word had it that this particular senator can possibly be nudged to unknowingly do the Foundation's work for it.

So, disguised as a newly appointed aide, she made her way through the hallways, green eyes scanning them all for the Tetan Senator. And sure enough, she eventually caught sight of him as he ducked towards a table for a caff.

Perfect.

As she approached, she heard him speak.

“They can never get the right blend or roast,”

"It is better to bring your own flask for the day, Sir. No idea what they put in the House blend." she said, folding her hands behind her back and feigning bashfulness. She gave a small smile. "Sorry, Sir, I'm Edra Sindo. I've been assigned as an additional aide to you. Is there anything I can do to help make your day a little easier?"

Ever so slightly, her fingers crossed, hidden behind the other hand behind her back.

The lie of a lifetime had begun.

 

[Damian du Couteau]

Damian du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Fondor, Senate Building
Outfit

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Damian could almost hear his sister joke about being blind sided, an apt description as the young du Couteau heir racked his mind to remember the memo of new aides. His lone crimson eye widened at the realization that he had forgotten not just this memo but there were probably others that might have gotten lost since his imprisonment at the hospital. Standing back up, his legs finding strength and the caffeine slowly enriching his system, Damian bowed his head to his new aide. ​

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“The apologies are mine Lady Sindo,” Ancient Tetan Nobility customs had infected his DNA, but Damian appreciated the instincts provided all the same. “-Let us head to my office, once there you will be provided with an authorized data-pad where reports will have a direct line to mine.” He explained, gesturing with his head for Aide Sindo to follow him. His caff in one hand and his data-slate in the other he felt rather normal once, except for the increasing need to massage the area near the bandages once again. Focus Damian. He tepidly took another sip.​

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“If you can recall your work history for me,” Damian asked. With the nearing date of his bill entering the Senate Hall, he needed to better delegate his Committee work to make room for future meetings to ascertain commitments from other Senators. ​

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“With an emphasis on your strengths.” He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, though he was doubtful anyone could make any day of his easier. But if someone was willing to grow white hairs with him, than he wasn't going to say no. The luxury of having a snowy head himself was not lost to him; if anything he was appreciative his genetic lottery. ​

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|| Aela Keersu ||​