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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery stood near the window of the sleek meeting room, her fiery eyes scanning the bustling skyline of Fondor. The city hummed with life, its towering spires and ever-present stream of speeders painting a picture of unending motion. She had been here plenty of times before, but rarely on missions quite like this one. A slight smirk tugged at her lips as she heard the door open and the familiar presence of Katarine filled the room.

Turning on her heel, Valery's gaze softened as it settled on her friend. She took in Katarine's warm smile and the faint amusement dancing in her eyes, and she couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle.

"Katarine," Valery greeted, stepping forward to meet her with a genuine smile. "It's always good to see you too."

Her eyes flickered briefly with amusement, and she couldn't resist adding, "Though I admit, it's a bit odd seeing you in a place like this after... our last little adventure." The corners of her mouth curved into a mischievous grin as memories of their unexpected encounter at the strip club surfaced. She could still picture Katarine's expression when they'd crossed paths, both equally surprised and amused by the absurdity of it all.


"What was it you said? 'Not my usual kind of mission'? That makes two of us," Valery added with a light laugh, clearly enjoying the shared memory. "At least we got our target, and I've heard they're making good progress on his case."

She smiled and briefly paused.

She gestured toward the chair opposite hers at the meeting table. "Have a seat. I'll get straight to it — I've called you here for a joint mission with the SIA. They've requested Jedi assistance for a particularly sensitive operation, and given your work with the Black Marsh escapees, I thought you'd be a perfect fit."

Valery's tone grew more serious, though the warmth in her expression didn't fade entirely. There was even a playful touch to her lips — as if this mission had a catch that she wasn't explaining just yet.

Her gaze lingered on Katarine, gauging her reaction for a moment before her expression softened again. "Oh, and you're still good for that lesson later this week, right? I've been looking forward to it."







 



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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery leaned back slightly in her chair, her fiery gaze flicking briefly to the datapad on the table. A small smirk played at her lips as Katarine's perceptive nature shone through, honing in on the unspoken details of the mission.

"The SIA has come a long way since the days of the Clone Wars," Valery began, her tone light but steady. "They're still a strange bunch sometimes, but most of them are easy to work with — resourceful, sharp, and adaptable. You'll find them quite capable, I think."

She folded her arms, her smirk softening as the topic shifted. "And as for the lesson, I'm glad you're ready for it. I've been looking forward to seeing how you take to it." She flashed a smirk and leaned back in her chair.

Now for the fun part.

"But as for what I'm not telling you..." Her voice trailed off as she slid a datapad across the table toward Katarine. The screen blinked to life, displaying a profile photo of a rugged-looking man, his sharp features and confident grin radiating charisma.

"I'm pairing you up with an interesting agent," Valery explained, her tone laced with amusement. "Agent Dean Walker. Skilled operative, charming personality, and, well, let's just say he's known for being a bit unconventional." Her fiery eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief as she gestured to the datapad. "Go ahead, take a look. He's thorough and effective, but I figured you'd appreciate the heads-up. He has a tendency to... keep things interesting."







 



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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's innocent smile was an instant giveaway. Her fiery eyes sparkled with mischief, and the way her lips curved just slightly at the corners was all the confirmation Katarine needed.

"Oh, of course not," Valery replied, her voice dripping with faux sincerity. But before Katarine could even begin to believe her, Valery's smirk broke free, and she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Okay, maybe it's exactly like the mission with Zane. But you survived that one, didn't you? And who knows, maybe this time it goes even better~" She winked playfully, clearly enjoying herself.

Valery chuckled softly at Katarine's smirk and the faint panic in her eyes. "Relax, Kat. You'll be fine. And you better make it back in time for our lesson." Her voice was teasing but carried a note of playful warning. "You're going to need it soon, and I'm not about to let you skip out just because Dean Walker might be… distracting." She grinned, leaning back in her chair with an amused expression.

Letting the moment hang for just a beat longer, Valery softened slightly, her tone growing more serious but still warm. "Dean will be helping you with your investigation. Same job, same goal, but now you've got a partner to keep things interesting. He's been briefed and is already familiar with your progress on Black Marsh. Think of him as extra firepower. And, well, someone to share the load."

Her smirk returned, and she gestured toward the datapad. "Besides, if things get dicey, he's a great shield. Just stand behind him — he's used to taking hits." Valery's laugh bubbled up again, her mischievous expression softening into something warmer.

"You've got this, Kat. I trust you."







 



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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's smirk widened at Katarine's exasperated tone, her fiery eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned back in her chair, clearly relishing the playful banter. "What?" she teased, her tone laced with mock innocence. "I'm just giving you solid advice. Shields are important in dangerous situations, after all."

But when Katarine giggled and finally composed herself enough to ask about Dean, Valery's smirk turned downright wicked. She cleared her throat and sat up a little straighter, her fiery eyes flicking to Katarine with a knowing glint.

"Oh, I've met Dean," she said, her voice carrying just a hint of dramatic flair. "Several times, actually."

Valery paused, letting the suspense hang in the air just long enough to make Katarine squirm. Then, she leaned in slightly, her smirk softening into something more conspiratorial.

"In fact…" She cleared her throat again, clearly feigning a moment of hesitation. "We used to date for a little while." The Grandmaster's tone was light and playful, but there was no denying the gleeful mischief in her expression. She leaned back in her chair, one hand casually brushing through her hair as if she'd just dropped the most casual of bombshells.

"Don't worry, though," Valery added, her grin widening. "It was years ago, when I still believed Kahlil was gone, and it ended on good terms. I mean, how could it not? Look at me." She gestured dramatically to herself, her fiery eyes full of humor. "Anyway, he's a great guy. You'll get along just fine."

Valery let the moment hang before she leaned forward again, her tone turning mock-serious. "Just don't fall for him too hard, alright? You do have a mission to complete." She winked, clearly loving every second of the teasing.







 



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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's grin widened the moment Katarine called her unbelievable. She tilted her head, her fiery eyes alight with playful mischief, and waggled her brows. "Oh, come on, Kat. You knew what you were getting into when you started hanging out with me," she teased, clearly relishing the banter.

When Katarine mentioned she'd be happy to get details about Dean if needed, Valery smirked and leaned in slightly, her tone dripping with mock secrecy. "Oh, I have plenty of details I could share," she said, her grin positively wicked. "But only if you really want to know~"

The mention of the long haul and the criminals they'd be hunting brought out a thoughtful look from Valery. She nodded, but her smile quickly turned innocent, her voice overly casual. "Oh, don't worry. Dean has great stamina. He's more than capable of keeping up with you."

The playful glint in her eye made it clear she wasn't just talking about missions, and she couldn't help but chuckle at Katarine's expression.

As Katarine expressed her hope that Dean hadn't taken the mission to see Valery again, the Grandmaster leaned back in her chair and raised her hands in mock surrender. "Relax, Kat. Dean and I are definitely done," she said, her tone shifting to something a little more sincere. "He's not interested in me anymore, and I broke things off with him for a reason. Nobody could ever replace Kahlil. That man's my whole galaxy. When I dated a few men back when I thought he was dead... I realized that I just wasn't going to ever find the same thing again." Her fiery gaze softened for a moment as she thought of her husband, but the mischief quickly returned.

At Katarine's final question, Valery's grin turned positively devious. "When do you meet him?" she repeated, tapping her chin as if considering the answer. Then she straightened, her smirk widening.

"Right now." She pointed toward the door. "He's waiting in a meeting room downstairs. Good luck, Kat." Valery winked, clearly enjoying herself far too much.







 


Valery laughed, a bright and teasing sound that echoed in her office as Katarine playfully threatened her. She leaned back in her chair, her fiery gaze sparkling with mischief. "Slap me?" she said, her tone laced with amusement. "Oh, come on, Katarine, I'm just helping you expand your horizons. You'll thank me one day."

She waved Katarine off with a grin as the other woman got to her feet, shaking her head in disbelief. "Good luck, Kat. Don't fall for that charm too quickly — he can be dangerous when he turns it on. And remember, training session later. You don't get to skip out just because you're busy."


The lift doors opened with a quiet chime, revealing the lower-level corridor of the SIA building. Sterile, professional, and bustling with activity, the halls hummed with quiet purpose.

Standing at the far end of the space, leaning casually against the edge of the table, was Dean. His dark, sharp features were every bit as striking as Valery had described. His confident posture radiated an effortless strength, and his well-built frame was clad in practical, field-ready attire — a mix of dark tactical gear and civilian touches that hinted at his versatility as an agent.

Dean's piercing gaze lifted the moment Katarine entered, and for a moment, there was nothing but a calculating silence. Then, a faint smirk curved his lips, and he straightened, crossing the room toward her with easy, fluid steps.

"Agent Walker," he confirmed, his voice a smooth baritone laced with a subtle edge. He extended a hand to her, his grip firm but not overbearing. "You must be Master Ryiah. Seems you've survived Va- Master Noble," He was quick to correct himseld, and flashed a brief smile after his quip.

His eyes, a shade of deep, stormy gray, lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary, his expression unreadable but not unkind. "I've read the reports on Black Marsh. Looks like we've got quite the challenge ahead of us."

He released her hand, stepping back slightly to lean against the edge of the table again, his arms crossing over his chest. The smirk returned, though it was faint — just enough to hint at his confidence. "You've been at the case for longer than I have. Could you update me on recent findings?"



 


Dean listened attentively, his sharp eyes locked on Katarine as she spoke. His expression was calm and composed, though there was a flicker of intensity behind his gaze that hinted at the gears turning in his mind. When she gestured for him to sit, he pushed off the table and took a seat across from her, pulling out a datapad from one of the pouches on his tactical vest. He tapped a few buttons, bringing up a screen, and began making notes as she explained the situation.

As she spoke about Black Marsh, the netherworld event, and the criminals they were hunting, his posture remained relaxed but focused, his pen gliding across the screen of the datapad with quick efficiency. He didn't interrupt, allowing her to lay out the details without distraction. Only when she mentioned Dr. Roderick Wells did he pause briefly, his gaze flickering up to hers. He noted the gravity in her voice, the weight of her words, but his own expression didn't falter.

When Katarine finished, her deep green eyes studying him intently, Dean set the datapad down and leaned back slightly in his chair, his hands folding loosely in his lap. For a moment, he let the silence linger, his steady demeanor offering an unspoken reassurance.

"I've read the files. I may not have seen it myself, but I wouldn't be here if I didn't think I could handle it."

His gaze held hers, unwavering and resolute. "This isn't my first time chasing nightmares. I've tracked killers, taken down cartels, and dealt with people who'd make most decent folks lose their lunch just hearing about their crimes. It's not something I enjoy, but it's the job." And he was damn good at it.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. "I don't scare easily, and I don't lose sleep over doing what needs to be done. So if you're worried I'm here because Valery twisted my arm or because I owe her a favor, don't be. I'm here because I want to be."

Dean paused, his expression softening just slightly. "And as for Dr. Wells," he added, tapping the datapad lightly with a finger, "I've already pulled his file from the SIA databanks. If he's the priority, we'll start there. Whatever his tricks are, whatever made him slip through the cracks before — it won't work this time."

He leaned back again, his confidence returning to the forefront. "Let's get to work."





 


Dean listened to Katarine's reply with an easy smile, his sharp gaze flicking briefly to the datapad before returning to her. The way she spoke made it clear she was a professional, someone who cared about the mission and the people involved, and he respected that. But her comment about Valery springing the assignment on her? That earned a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, that sounds like her," he said, his smirk widening. "She has a way of dropping things on people when they least expect it. Keeps us on our toes, I guess."

When Katarine asked about flying, he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his broad chest. A playful glint sparked in his gray eyes as he tilted his head slightly, clearly enjoying the moment.

"I can fly," he said, his tone calm but with just enough edge to make it clear he was confident in his skills. Then, his smirk grew, and he added with a raised brow, "But I thought Jedi were supposed to be some of the best pilots out there?"

He let the teasing tone linger for a beat before shrugging lightly. "Either way, I've got what I need with me. I'll meet you in the hangar." Rising from his seat, he slid the datapad back into its pouch and gave her a nod, his smirk softening into a more neutral expression.

With that, Dean turned and strode toward the door, his confident stride a testament to how at ease he seemed with the task ahead.





 


Dean sat in the pilot's seat, his hands steady on the controls as he prepared the ship for departure. The hum of the engines filled the cabin, a sound that always settled his nerves. Not that he needed much help staying calm — this kind of work was second nature to him. Flying, blending in, gathering intel — it was all part of the job.

He glanced over his shoulder at Katarine, who had taken a seat and was already engrossed in the mission briefing. The furrow in her brow and the way she seemed just a little too focused on the datapad piqued his curiosity, though he didn't say anything right away. Instead, he shifted his attention back to the console, smoothly lifting the ship off the ground and guiding it toward the stars.

Once they were in hyperspace, Dean leaned back in his seat, his sharp gray eyes flicking toward Katarine again. She was still reading, and something about her expression made him smirk just a little. "So," he began, his voice calm and conversational, "Where exactly are we headed? And what's the plan once we're there?"

He turned fully in his seat, resting his arms casually on the armrests. "I figured I'd let you dive into the briefing first," he added with a faint smile. "Valery was rather... vague."

Which usually meant trouble.

The way she kept glancing at him over the top of her datapad made him wonder. Whatever was in that file had her rattled, and he had a feeling it wasn't just the mission details. "Anything I should know before we touch down?" he asked.





 


Dean arched a brow as Katarine handed over the datapad, her smirk a clear attempt to mask whatever was churning beneath the surface. He took it with a small nod, his sharp gray eyes glancing at her briefly before turning his attention to the screen. His thumb flicked over the display, scrolling through the mission details.

Then he saw it.

The room. Specifically, the room Valery had arranged for them on Zeltros.

Dean released a slow breath, leaning back in his chair as the corners of his mouth twitched in dry amusement. "Valery..." he muttered under his breath, a mix of exasperation and begrudging respect for the Grandmaster's penchant for setting people up in the most inconveniently effective ways.

He glanced back at Katarine, who was clearly trying to feign nonchalance, though her previous nervousness hadn't entirely faded. "It'll do," he said simply, his tone calm and steady, though the hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. Without another word, he turned back to the console, his hands moving fluidly over the controls as he prepared for the jump to hyperspace.

But he had to admit to himself, sharing a room with Katarine certainly wasn't something to complain about.

The familiar starlines stretched and blurred before snapping into the infinite swirl of hyperspace. Dean leaned back in his seat, his expression returning to its usual composed demeanor, though his mind was still running through the mission details. Zeltros. Not exactly a quiet, inconspicuous place, especially for Jedi. But that also made it the perfect environment for blending in — if they played their cards right.

As the ship prepared to drop out of hyperspace, Dean sat up, his hands steady on the controls. The swirling blue tunnel collapsed back into starlines, and Zeltros came into view — a vibrant, glowing jewel against the void of space.

"Here we go," he said, his voice calm but with a faint edge of focus as he guided the shuttle into the planet's atmosphere. The ship hummed steadily, and the bright lights of Zeltros's cities glittered beneath them like a galaxy of their own. Dean deftly maneuvered the shuttle through the sky, heading toward their designated landing point.


"Let's grab everything we need and head to our room first."




 

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