Junction.
The planet lied just outside Sith space, though by all accounts--except officially--it was Sith controlled. The trade world was one of the more productive passageways for business to and from the Empire, and Sith imperial agents used it as a front for covert operations and more illicit activities.
For Malina, it was home to her alter ego, Eilish, an ambiguous accountant who had their hands in all sorts of pockets.
It was here, on this world, that a particular plot began. One whose journey and destination would be shaped by a most unlikely partnership. Two people with opposite goals, who needed each other to see them through.
"Are they here yet?" A modulated voice came in through the commlink.
"Nope." Said the man on the other side. He peered through his macrobinoculars from a vantage point just above the dark alley. Steam and smog escaping nearby vents concealed his position from the naked eye, and his respirator worked extra hard to filter out the harmful particles.
There was a pause in their communication. "Let me know when they arrive."
"Want me to send in the courier when they do?" He asked.
"Just let me know." They said.
[member="Evoros"]
The planet lied just outside Sith space, though by all accounts--except officially--it was Sith controlled. The trade world was one of the more productive passageways for business to and from the Empire, and Sith imperial agents used it as a front for covert operations and more illicit activities.
For Malina, it was home to her alter ego, Eilish, an ambiguous accountant who had their hands in all sorts of pockets.
It was here, on this world, that a particular plot began. One whose journey and destination would be shaped by a most unlikely partnership. Two people with opposite goals, who needed each other to see them through.
"Are they here yet?" A modulated voice came in through the commlink.
"Nope." Said the man on the other side. He peered through his macrobinoculars from a vantage point just above the dark alley. Steam and smog escaping nearby vents concealed his position from the naked eye, and his respirator worked extra hard to filter out the harmful particles.
There was a pause in their communication. "Let me know when they arrive."
"Want me to send in the courier when they do?" He asked.
"Just let me know." They said.
[member="Evoros"]