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Private Crossfire


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//: Coruscant //:
//: Crossfire //:
//: Corala Gethsverg //: Dracken Pryce Dracken Pryce //: Kryo Adab //:
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The life of spies is to know, not to be known. - George Herbert
The weight of her shackles knew not the weight of her guilt. Slowly, but indeed she had learned to deal with it - finding an understanding of why she felt the way she did. She failed her mission, she harmed her friends and made them think less of her. Abandoning them when they needed her the most and not seeing through the path set before her. Allyson Locke had committed one of the worst crimes a spy could commit.
She became attached.
The Corellian had friends, lovers, and something close to a family. There were others before her who could have that, but they weren’t as active as she was in the espionage game. Her heart had betrayed her, caused her to falter on her mission path. Thoughts returned to the white-haired Echani, the woman she wanted to protect, but could not in her predicament. Allyson trusted Jorryn. The woman was cunning and smart; there would be no harm falling upon her head. Her lover would quickly dismiss her involvement with the Jedi before her life would ever be threatened. The thought of Jorryn denying their involvement burned into what was left of the Corellian’s heart, but the feeling was mutual. Allyson would reject the Sith to retain her innocence.
Mistakes happened. Allyson followed the guards that led her down the hallway towards the hidden office. She wondered if they were leading her to a quiet execution, it wouldn’t surprise her. The Alliance had become obsessed with image. They waved the shadow hand using the Jedi to support the Imperial’s war. Never showing their involvement. Allyson wrinkled her nose at it. She wanted transparency and had hoped if she got a bullet between her eyes, they would have at least told her. It wasn’t as if the Corellian could protect herself anyways. The force suppressant shackles and precautions kept her from slipping the noose in a sense.
They put her into the office, and she looked around, for the moment she was by herself. The table had papers, but Allyson didn’t bother to read them. Her eyes wandered around the room, taking in each and every corner. It was an odd room to execute her in, an eyebrow raised as she looked over at one of the guards. “The others will be here soon.” Allyson pressed her lips together, puckering as she thought quietly. She nodded and leaned back into the hard chair she was shoved into.
 

Horcull Thorwel

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Any meetings or conferences he had were immediately set aside for today, knowing he would upset many of his associates and acquaintances. The life of a politician, a dishonest and corrupt one while maintaining a facade to keep the citizenry of the Alliance in his pockets. There were more important matters to attend...when it was really one thing that his mind was thinking about. A woman he was familiar with and had met on several occasions, and already was an important person in his life.

He dressed casually, nothing too elegant when he was inside the chambers and halls of the Senate, but as always maintained a well groomed face. Some scars did show like the one trailing from his face down to his neck, but it didn't bothered him. Made a good look to the public that demonstrated a man who wasn't given a silver spoon to get where he is today. A mercenary, sure, but he fought for what was his.

He walked with no haste in his pace, wanting to make everything look like a normal meeting. Didn't want to raise any suspicions. Two guards walked with him, walking at his pace as Kryo walked with the limp in his leg and cane in his hand.


"Am I late?" he asked to his aid.

"No, sir, seems like we're the first ones here."

"Imagine being beaten by a crippled. Seems like those at a disadvantage are always ahead of their counterparts."

He walked furthermore, escorted the hidden room that contained the woman of many talks.

Allyson.


"Miss Locke, I hope your wounds have healed properly."


 

Corala Gethsverg

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She didn't want to have this conversation, truth be told she had been dreading it for the past few days, but this was her job and no one else was going to do it. Taking a deep drink of her coffee, Corala sighed and discarded the cup, taking comfort in the sweet, sweet caffeine that had effectively been her life blood for the last few months. At one point she had thought herself unflappable, able to just roll with the punches; clearly this job had proven otherwise, she was still getting the system down. One of the guards approached her, he was young, probably still enjoying his youth; lucky bastard. He made the mistake of speaking to her while she had too much on her mind, and the result was as one would expect. "Director, the prisoner-" "I know!" She snapped, wincing and realizing she had misplaced her frustrations on her subordinate. "Sorry, thank you. Can you take me to her?" She corrected, squeezing the bridge of her noise as a caffeine infused headache was starting to coming on.

Being lead down the hall, the heels of her shoes echoed down the hall, as she was lead to the room containing the biggest screw up of her career thus far. She felt anxiety well up, tightening like a ball of durasteel in her throat, so she fought it with the frustrations of the last week. Seemed to work for the time being. As the door opened up, Corala proceeded in, surprised to find she was not the first to arrive as she had planned. Her right eye lite up with information as she directed her gaze away from the woman shackled before her; had to save the best for last after all. She forced a smile as he eyes met with the senator, as the negligible details of the man were elaborated within her implants. "Senator Adab, nice to see you sir." She remarked, moving to the opposite side of the man, as her gaze slowly turned to the jedi in the room; or former jedi rather. "Allyson." She said, her tone would make it clear just where they stood.

While Allyson still had the restraints and suppression devices on, the paranoia that had ravaged Corala's mind loved to tell her just how quickly this meet up could go wrong. 'She just needs a minute, just a minute and she can kill you.' Corala's arms crossed, putting up her front of being the cold hearted director once again; but deep down, she was scared. She would never admit it of course, not in a thousand years, but it was the truth. There were contingencies in place, several layers of fail safe security to ensure that result would never come to be. Hell, she even got more implants crammed into her skull to prevent Mechu Duru from affecting her; something that had given her many a sleepless night. But for Corala, it was never enough, there was always that slim chance that something could go horribly wrong. Probably the stresses of being a mother taking hold, but she would just have to bare with it. Those concerns were all filed away nice and orderly in the back of her mind of course, a place she felt was safe for the time being. This was going to be an interesting exchange for sure.

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She should be at a War Tribunal right now. This shouldn't a confidential meeting...His thoughts drifted to the signature he had signed a few hours ago. All those men and women would be receiving letters that their loved ones weren't coming home.

"And how many of them died because of her,"
he cursed under his breath as he approached the door. Maybe she had orders, but did that really matter to him? Not really. The man at the door was SIA but he saluted the High Admiral regardless. Pryce returned the salute and entered through the sliding door to see the SIA's Director and a man he didn't recognize.

"Director Gethsveg." His eyes fell on the man to whom he gave a curt nod to. He definitely didn't like this. His unfeeling eyes fell on the woman who had once called herself a Jedi and patriot. He didn't greet her.

"What is this about Director?"

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//: Coruscant //:
//: Crossfire //:
//: Corala Gethsverg //: Dracken Pryce Dracken Pryce //: Kryo Adab //:
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The first to arrive was the Senator, she gave him a small smile and nodded as he entered. He was on her side, she hoped. A part of her wondered if the Senator would use her as a type of sacrifice to pursue his agenda, one that she wasn’t privy to. Allyson tried to hide her nerves, but she was alone without the Force to offer that comfort. Her shackled and mittened hands moved, clutching at the jumpsuit she wore. The phantom pains of Loske’s lightsaber still haunted her, but she was healed for the most part. “Despite how the doctors and the healers felt about me, they took care of me - I guess.” Shifting in her seat, she nodded and let her smile fade. She was out of it when they had taken care of her, but Allyson could feel the desire to let her die on the table.

It was a feeling she wouldn’t forget. Exhaling softly, the next to arrive was Corala Gethsverg, the director - ultimately her boss. From the way, the SIA responded when they were hunting Djorn, and from the burn notice, she had already figured the job she was given did not pass across Gethsverg’s desk. Allyson had prepared herself for the cold reception. As much as she had wished that the Alliance would accept her back with open arms - she knew her time was up.

“Director.” She nodded, knowing she probably shouldn’t be talking much since this meeting was obviously about her. A viridescent gaze left Corala and focused on the man that just entered the room. He didn’t acknowledge her - the coldest response, but this was what she had wanted when she created the ruse of her betrayal. It only made sense, mostly since no one was aware of the nature of her mission. Secrecy was needed, Allyson’s life depended on it, so did millions of others. Pryce’s words cut through the tension like a heated blade. He was direct and to the point. Allyson appreciated that, but her attention returned to the Senator. “Senator Adab, please tell them.”

Allyson needed the Senator to own up to the mission he had given her. She didn’t understand why a senator wanted the Emperor dead, but he funded the task from his own purse, and she was sent to execute it. Infiltrating the Sith Empire was hard, and Allyson had to sacrifice everything.

Sacrifice everything she did. No friends and no family, the only person who seemed remotely friendly was the man at her side. The Corellian wondered if execution would be a merciful thing for her now, but one what grounds did they have to kill their most decorated agent, which had infiltrated several factions and had a perfect record until now. Allyson cursed herself like Jyoti had said - she wasn’t ready for this mission mentally. Hands rubbed against themselves as the mittens suppressed the Force. She needed the truth from the Senator.
 

Horcull Thorwel

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“As long as they did their job, that’s all that matters I suppose. Although I’m sure you don’t really care much about their thoughts,” and why should she? She did a job that many would fail at easily. Nobody would understand her or the weight a position of being a spy is. There was no normal life at all. A regular soldier could have that except would be afflicted with traumas, but at least they didn’t have to carry different personalities or lie all the time unlike a spy. Allyson has done plenty for the Alliance, even its predecessor that collapsed after years of fighting the First Order and had the nail seal the coffin with the Sith Empire taking Coruscant by surprise. Now with this she was seen nothing more than a devil in disguise.

“Likewise, Director,” he greeted Corala with a nod of his head at the cyborg director. Like everyone else, the Director most likely had cold feelings regarded to Allyson. Everyone came to their conclusions before getting the picture it seemed, and so did Admiral Pryce, returning the nod towards him. Once everyone was present his title was called out from Allyson, and he knew the other four eyes were focused on him. Confusion would fill their minds, trying to answer theoretical questions of their own with theoretical answers. What did he have to tell them, they would think.

The truth is what he’d tell them.

“I’ll cut to the chase, folks. Everything that you know or that you think you know isn’t what it seems. Miss Locke was doing a clandestine operation in assassinating the Sith Emperor, Darth Carnifex. This assignment was assigned by me, both me and Allyson discussed the parameters of this mission, in secret, without the knowledge of others. She’s been a double spy for us the whole time and was close to completing her mission,” had the Sith figured out her true intentions, she would’ve been killed and mutilated for some Sith Spawn experiment. Instead they bought the lie of falling in love with a Sith Lord and being their pawn.

“She seemed fit to lead the mission, I wasn’t going to trust some other operative to carry it out as most don't seem capable of doing it,” a slight jab at the other spies and agents under Corala.

“So what questions and insults do you have to yell at me?”

 

Corala Gethsverg

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Corala was ashamed to admit it, but it took a great deal of willpower to not snear at the former operative as she spoke As Dracken entered the room, Corala gave the man a short nod, before fixing her attention back to Allyson. The admiral's question of what this was about brought a small smile to the lips of the woman, as she pulled back a lock of hair before she spoke. "Now that we have Allyson in custody, we need to decide on how to handle her now that she is here." To Corala's surprise, she found Allyson asking Senator Adab for an explanation, as Corala's angry gaze was directed away from Allyson, and towards the senator in question. The room was split in the span of a few moments, as Corala couldn't believe what she heard come from the man's mouth. Assassination of the Emperor? Going behind not only her back, but the backs of the entire military and government bodies perhaps? And to what end?

Corala's eyes widened, a mix of anger and shock. She had been holding in her emotions for a while, trying to remain calm, trying to remain composed. She would argue she had succeeded for the most part. However, that would come to an end now, as she had the faintest desire to commit violence. She wouldn't, but she'd be lying if she told herself she didn't want to. The flippantness of which Adab handled this was probably what set her off even more. Did the man not realize what he could have done? What he had done? This snafu had cost time, resources, manpower, and not to mention lives lost as a result.

Corala took a moment, her shoulders heaving as she looked from the senator to Allyson several times, her mind trying to find something sensible to say at this revelation she was given. She looked to the Admiral, her eyes squeezing shut, before she opened them. "It seems we have a new topic to discuss." She said, her tone straining just at the edge of being polite and sinking into disdain, as she turned back to Adab. "DO YOU HAVE, ANY, IDEA WHAT THE HELL YOU HAVE DONE?" She hollered, her hand smashing against the wall, denting it in the process; but she was far too angry to care. She had lost her best agent, looked like a complete and total failure before her superiors, and wasted force knows how much time trying to anticipate the fallout that this would have on the GA. And here was this smug looking Senator who had been sitting on all of this information for how long? "WHERE DO YOU GET OFF ON DOING THIS? WHO THE HELL DIED AND MADE YOU THE CHANCELLOR?" She was fairly certain her voice could be heard in the hall by this point, but she didn't give a damn. This man could have started a war, and no one would have known. She wasn't sure who she was more angry at now. Allyson, or the man who had told her to do this. Yes, the jedi had agreed to it, but why in the ever loving force did a senator think this was a good idea? She began pacing, her teeth clenched, arms squeezing tightly on each of her elbows as she tried to pull it back in before she did something she was going to regret.

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Horcull Thorwel

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Seemed like someone pinched a nerve...or two. He expected the shouts and yells, yes, that wasn’t a surprise and he still wouldn’t have been if there weren’t, yet the other keeping that tone of passive aggressiveness with him with anger in their tone. The dent in the wall made by Corala’s punch wasn’t expected.

A spy was supposed to know all which is why the Director was upset for being out of the dark. Understandable, he supposed.

“The only thing I did, Director, was give Miss Locke a very delicate assignment that I wanted to make sure no one, except me and her, knew out of fear that the description of the operation could have potentially be discovered and shared with the Sith. This assignment was something you should have given her, but here we are.”

Calm and composed he was. What’s the worse that could happen right now? Getting attacked by an emotional cyborg?

“In fact, I’d say Miss Locke’s actions on this mission has done more good than bad which is an opinion everyone seems to carry these days. She’s given us information of those in the Sith Empire’s high echelon of command and other information that helped us in the war effort. Such a shame we won’t have the Emperor’s head on a platter, however.”

He looked at both the Director and Admiral, waiting for what they had to say.

“And Director, I’m sure you know that the life of a spy isn’t as easy and comprehensible as we’d like to. Miss Locke has sacrificed her image and reputation amongst the Jedi and the Alliance all for a risky mission. Not something we can shrug off and continue like this never happened.”

 

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