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"I'm sorry, but can you go any faster?"
"Sorry, CorpSec put up a slowzone here. This is as fast as we go."
Frustrated didn't even begin to describe Sola's state of mind. Still, she brushed a small whisp of hair from her face, putting on a pleasant smile as the holocom in the back of the speeder chimed. She knew who it was, she always knew. That dreaded pit in her stomach, birthed in the early days of her job as Marlene Starlight's Executive Assistant had never really gone away. It just seldom came out these day, but it was here now. Tugging at her seams, trying desperately to unravel her frayed composure.
It wasn't possible, Sola Ember's stitching was immaculate.
"Hello Marlene," she answered in a cool tone. Patient. Understanding. Sola was there for Marlene, whatever the problem, whatever the time of day, whatever her own personal issues. Reliable, trustworthy, that's what made Sola Ember into Marlene Starlight's own right hand.
"Is she there yet?"
"Yes, I'm at the landing pad now, her ship is just landing." A lie, but a small one. Sola could see the empty pad from her vantage point in the speeder, just small and far too distant. The Senator's vessel was already on its way through the atmosphere, soon to touch down on the pad. The woman mentally urged the vehicle's engines faster. It was no use, she was neither a Jedi nor a goddess. Unable to change the fabric of reality, all she could do was reassure her boss's anxiety.
"Good. You know what I want, get it done before Sun's little pet disrupts the whole thing."
The hologram fizzled into nothing as the line went dead. Sola sat back in the speeder car, letting her head touch the padded rooftop. A momentary lapse. That's all this was, just a moment of storm before the calm.
Sun's little pet, Marlene meant Rhéala Aleyv, whom Senator Chandra was scheduled to meet along with whatever toadie Manfloon had sent this time. Sola had listened to the bitter mutterings from Marlene for days before she could present her plan to undercut the meeting. It wasn't her fight, whatever these DireX had between them, Sola could only do her best to survive it. It was an open secret within the Corporate Authorities' inner circle that a good assistant was all that stood between business as usual and full-blown civil war.
In which case, this might be considered a border skirmish. Waylaying the Galactic Alliance representative's scheduled meeting wouldn't hamper her negotiations with the Corporate Authorities, merely set the tone for it. Starlight Industries was in need of more credits, and the Alliance was in possession of worlds with an excess flow of credits. It was a simple exchange, far more sensible than the convoluted offers of financing and tourism that Sun or Xopsaloff were surely going to propose. And Senator Chandra seemed like a sensible enough woman to understand.
Deep in her thoughts, Sola sat forward in shock as the world lit up around her for a split second. The flash of light stung her eyes, and once she could see again, she could vividly make out the green fireball where the landing pad used to be.
She couldn't seen if the Senator's ship had landed yet, or if the other DireX welcoming members had arrived. The conflagration was obscured by flames, and the increasing number of speeders turning to head away from the volatile area. It seemed that no one wanted to be next in line for an assassination today.
"I'm taking us back to the office," the driver said as the speeder began to turn.
"No, no! Absolutely not." Sola's mind burst into action, the earlier panic somehow gone. She needed to make a call. Not to Marlene, that was the last person who would be valuable in a storm like this. The Corporate Authorities were looking at a full diplomatic incident, a warmonger like Marlene Starlight would only make things worse. No, this kind of problem required the use of a more flexible tool. "Keep us within sight of the pad, I don't care if you have to dodge or bribe CorpSec to do it."
The driver's only acknowledgement was to turn the speeder back towards the mayhem, nimbly weaving through the traffic jam that was quickly forming in the rush to flee. Good. A lock of hair fell in front of Sola's face again, but she left it there. Instead, the woman leaned forward, pushing the button to raise the privacy screen and turn the rear of the speeder into a secure compartment. "I have someone else I need to com, privately if you don't mind."
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<\URGENT JOB FOR DARKWIRE
<\HIGH RISK, HIGH PAY
<\Locate Adhira Chandra, Galactic Alliance Senator of Balmorra
<\Her starship was last seen entering Denon atmosphere, a datapacket is attached with more information
<\There has been an assassination attempt on her person, she may be in danger or in hiding
<\Keep her alive until retrieval
<\Do not let the Corpos interfere!