Private Courtesy Call

[Persephone]

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After a brief encounter with one of her Overwatch, within a facility mid-self destruct, Persephone had made a priority to track down Allyson Locke. She had been a person of interest ever since the Chiss had become Director. It was one; if not the primary thing that Persephone disagreed with how her predecessor handled things.

In her professional opinion, M had failed in that respect.

The Galactic Alliance had lost one of their best agents, because of her reactions to certain events during the Imperial Civil War, and how she handled Allyson in the wake of it. The Corellian had gone through a lot over the years, and Persephone was all too aware of the likelihood some of it started before even M’s tenure as Director.

You practically put her on a leash, only letting her out when you needed her particular skills. It’s no damn surprise she turned against the Alliance.

In the wake of the seemingly random encounter, Persephone tasked one of her Overwatch Agents; Amelia Hawthorne, to track the Corellian down. Which…proved to be surprisingly easy, so much that the Chiss suspected something was off.

But it seemed Allyson had grown a bit careless in covering her tracks, allowing for Persephone and SIA reconnaissance to gradually pinpoint a recurring spot that the Corellian was rumoured to be sighted at.

Varonat.

What ultimately led them to that planet, was the news that Governor Ebonart had been killed, fallen from a window, with a single arrow in his neck. The SIA did their due diligence and investigated further. Eye witness reports stated the governor’s killer; the people’s savior, was a woman matching Allyson’s description.

And with a solid lead on the Corellian’s location, it hadn’t taken much more effort to track down a place of residence on the planet. With a plan in mind, Hawthorne was dispatched to Varonat to infiltrate Allyson’s apartment.

But only to leave an item, a modified holo-comm. Specifically designed to not just record conversations, but also mask itself amongst existing technology.

After all, Allyson Locke’s abilities as a technomancer were well known. And Persephone knew that the Corellian would eventually come across the piece of tech, and would inevitably start tinkering with it.

When that moment arrived, it would finally be time for a little chat.

Allyson Locke​

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Persephone //:
//: Attire //:

Luckily for everyone involved, Allyson didn't spend too much time in the small apartment. More often than not, she was tucked away in the nearby town of Edgefields-on-Varonat. There, she rebuilt the childhood home of the current Governor as a gift. It was a more commonplace she resided, but only for visits, nothing more.

Wandering into the apartment, Allyson paused for a moment. Something felt off. It was the same feeling she had felt for the past few weeks at the place, which only gave her more reason to find her way to the Governor's home. Still, today, she was kicked out and had to reside in the apartment. This gave her more time to tear the place apart and find what made her feel so off.

She started in the kitchen, ripping through the drawers, the cabinets, and anywhere else something could hide. Nothing in the kitchen turned the woman's attention to the living room. After turning that room and the office upside down, her last choice was the bedroom. Raising an eyebrow, Allyson moved into the room and once more flipped everything over itself. It was then she found the small device and looked at it.

It wasn't hers, but it was easily recognizable. She had been part of the development team for these devices, and a smirk spread across her face. It had been modified. Someone. Someone like her is at the SIA, which widened the smirk as she flipped her desk over and set the device on it. She remained quiet, watching it and wondering who was on the other end.

Some of her wanted to scream into the device, but she figured they had already heard her do that the few nights the Governor had stayed over.

Allyson paused. Her face lost all its color, and her hand covered her mouth. No. No. No. No. The SIA could not have heard any of that. Allyson quickly thought back to the previous weeks and counted, along with the days she felt off while in the apartment. Both of her hands dragged down her face as she kept her internal screaming silence.

The SIA now had evidence that the great Allyson Locke…was a bottom.

They also knew the name of her handler and their unprofessional relationship. The hand that covered her mouth balled into a fist as she stared hard at the small device that had suddenly become the focus of her ire. The urge to crush the thing with her bare hands rose, but Allyson's curiosity kept the device safe. She paced, her footsteps silent. She had been a shadow for more than half her life—it was her natural state.

Allyson sat in front of the desk and then grabbed the device. Knowing that someone was on the other end, she sighed softly. "Hello, who might you be?" smiling, she channeled the force searching through the device's pathway. She would find out where this person was hiding, where they were from, and who they were.

"Have you enjoyed everything you've heard?" she mused, knowing they had heard very intimate moments and even more intimate conversations. Allyson didn't like this—she didn't like that she had accidentally brought Madelyn into this mess.

 

[Persephone]

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Persephone knew there was always a chance that this could’ve been a fluke. The apartment could’ve just been a safehouse, one that Allyson rarely ever frequented. And even when she did finally show up, there was just an equal chance she’d find the device and destroy it.

But as luck would have it, weeks passed by without it seemingly being noticed. Off and on ‘blips’ of activity as Allyson returned to the apartment, not always alone.

It was only a matter of time though. Allyson Locke wasn’t one to always be reckless or careless, at some point it was inevitable she’d sense something off within the safe confines of her home. And sure enough, one day Persephone was alerted to the device being moved.

She dropped what she was doing at the time, putting all her focus on watching what the Corellian did.

Persephone had made it her priority to keep an eye on the device during those weeks. She didn’t trust another Agent, hell she didn’t even trust one of her own Overwatch.

And most certainly kept the device separate to the Overwatch system as a whole. As much as Persephone was confident, she knew it wasn’t wise to underestimate Allyson Locke’s abilities.

The moment Allyson began interacting with the device, trying to trace its pathway to the source, the trail suddenly sprawled out into a massive spider web. And even as she tried to follow the thread, more silk; more diverging pathways were spun.

“Oh yes, it was very enlightening.” The voice that responded was practically dripping with sarcasm. “I was wondering when you’d finally find this little thing. Took weeks, you’re getting a bit sloppy, Miss Locke.”

Allyson Locke​