Antera
Flygirl
Blue fingers traced slowly over the expressionless mask as the equally stoic chiss looked down at her equipment. It almost seemed inadequate, laid out before her as it was. As if something had not been considered. The mask and its accompanying suit of armorweave and leather took up the most space on the low table. They were joined by a variety of weapons, a set of restraints, an interrogation kit and the sundry devices an Inquisitor could expect to need on any given assignment. She knelt, her bare knees settling into the soft fibers of the rug. Everything had to be perfect. Exact. There would be no second chance to do this right.
I am the hidden sword of the Emperor. No foe shall stand against me. My quarry will not stain the soil of Jar'Kai another night.
As much as they wished otherwise, the reach of the Inquisition was ultimately finite. Their view limited. Even here, in the very seat of the Empire, a renegade could find a hiding place. For a time. She shut her eyes, taking a long, deep breath as she fell into a brief meditation. Focus. Recall the details. Alien. Twi'lek. Native of the alien district. Possible Reki connections. He'd been detected using his powers in a show of intimidation.
The fact he had remained unknown long enough to show such power made him either very lucky, or very skilled. Neither outcome was ideal. Beyond that he was certain to have friends in the criminal underground. He needed to be taken alone at all costs. This could not become an incident. Not here.
He will join us or die.
She exhaled slowly. It was time to act. She stood and began to slip her armor into place with practiced, drilled motions. Each piece of equipment found its home in one pocket or another. Her slugthrower settled into the holster on her hip, and the long, narrow blade of the jian-style vibro sword eased into the sheath on her back.
Only the lightsaber remained on the table.
Beneath that expressionless mask, Somarae frowned.
No. Not here. I will not use that thing among the people of my home. It has no place in this city.
Her mind made up, she turned to exit the safehouse and begin her hunt. The saber hilt remained behind.
I am the hidden sword of the Emperor. No foe shall stand against me. My quarry will not stain the soil of Jar'Kai another night.
As much as they wished otherwise, the reach of the Inquisition was ultimately finite. Their view limited. Even here, in the very seat of the Empire, a renegade could find a hiding place. For a time. She shut her eyes, taking a long, deep breath as she fell into a brief meditation. Focus. Recall the details. Alien. Twi'lek. Native of the alien district. Possible Reki connections. He'd been detected using his powers in a show of intimidation.
The fact he had remained unknown long enough to show such power made him either very lucky, or very skilled. Neither outcome was ideal. Beyond that he was certain to have friends in the criminal underground. He needed to be taken alone at all costs. This could not become an incident. Not here.
He will join us or die.
She exhaled slowly. It was time to act. She stood and began to slip her armor into place with practiced, drilled motions. Each piece of equipment found its home in one pocket or another. Her slugthrower settled into the holster on her hip, and the long, narrow blade of the jian-style vibro sword eased into the sheath on her back.
Only the lightsaber remained on the table.
Beneath that expressionless mask, Somarae frowned.
No. Not here. I will not use that thing among the people of my home. It has no place in this city.
Her mind made up, she turned to exit the safehouse and begin her hunt. The saber hilt remained behind.