Private Eyes and ears

[Djorn Bline]

S N A K E
BASTION
FOCUS | Hazel Scheler

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Back to the grinder. Hell, he was always at it. Restless with few hours of sleep to relieve his body, and the rest he was taken care of by indefinite cups of caf. There was barely any time to relax when beginning an empire that was torn by effects of war, all thanks to the Sith when they executed Article Five and used nuclear weapons to wrought havoc and disaster to many worlds on the Braxant Run. Scipio, Muunilinst, Mygeeto , and several others. At least they were able to conquer Bastion, the crown jewel of the Braxant Run, intact without nuclear fire. Through hardships and tribulations it was a victory for the Imperial, finally reclaiming their future and controlling their destiny.

But even then, the war still goes on.

There would be no peace until they have vanquished the Sith once and for all, for peace was a lie to these fiends. Impossible for the Imperial to have a secured society with an empire neighboring their borders that was a bastion for everything demented to remain. That same notion also applied to rest of the known Galaxy. There was a fine line between right and wrong in life, a line that applied to all aspects of it including war. A line Djorn was willing to cross over and dirty his hands just so the Imperial dream could live on and be realized in this insane Galaxy.

Recently he took a small dive in looking over personnel files, even some restricted ones that he had clearance due to his position. Some were interesting, others were drab to his tastes.

And for Ivy Lasranae? She fell in the former category. Not exactly Imperial, but she had contact with with the ISB. A mercenary. No allegiances to anyone.

Good.

The perfect fit for someone to conduct covert operations with plausible deniability. Only thing that bothered him was the fact, according to the dossier on the subject, she refused to stain her hands with blood. Amusing, an angel in hell. At least she had that going on for her.

Under as an anonymous contact, Djorn requested the woman’s presence and for any inconvenience, left out a sum of credits for her to cooperate. Money talks after all. She would, according to his instructions, meet him at the capital city of Bastion at the specific coordinates provided. Where’d they lead her? A vacated construction site of a skyscraper that was damaged from Operation: Darkness Falls.

Darkness fell.

Time to bury it.

 

[Hazel Scheler]

Humming from the cockpit of the as-of-yet-designated AT-120 Freighter slowly rolling in through atmo above the Bastion skyline.

"Why not just name it after your last ship, what was it again?"
"Egris? I can't do that. Trying to get away from that chapter of my life. Leave behind old names..." Hazel could think of a few more names she would have liked to leave behind but was finding it difficult to fully dislodge from their memory, "got a few people out in the stars that know it. Don't need them finding me out."
"Very well," a male voice through the ship's intercom spoke over the low tune of music playing in the cockpit, "What about ... the Lassiter?"
"What do you think I am, some kind of space floozy?"
"That - that wasn't at all what I was going for. What even is a space floozy?"
"You wouldn't know, would you Master Burnside."
"Apparently not."
"Too fancy for my boots. Keep it simple."
"Nothing wrong with being fancy. Call it Boulder then."

Snort.

"We are nearing the Capital, Miss Scheler. Don't forget your hat."


A short while later...

Djorn Bline found himself in the company of a fully armored woman of average height. The armor itself might've been more impressive if it weren't marked and dug by her history, though the knowledgeable and trained person could see the value of the tech its scars camouflaged. He didn't get a face to speak to, only his reflection in her visor.

"Evening," Hazel greeted him, "sort of pretty around here when Darkness Falls, isn't it?"

 

[Djorn Bline]

S N A K E
BASTION
FOCUS | Hazel Scheler

He was greeted with a woman in full armor as she approached him. Meanwhile, Snake was attired in his everyday uniform; beret, coat, sunglasses, and the iconic Imperial uniform with his rank pinned on it. Her face was veiled from the helmet she wore, an obvious detail to make note of. Made him speculate she didn’t want anyone know about her identity or even give a hint of what she looks like. Dirty past for a person that didn’t dirty their hands in murder? Of course, all just speculation from him.

“It’s better without the Sith here,” he replied back to Hazel, as he reached down for a cigarra in one of the inside pockets of his coat. “So yeah, I guess the city is sort of pretty. It’ll take time for it grow back to its former glory.” He found it a bit poetic for the destruction and fires that touched Bastion was a means of ridding everything related to the Sith, and birth the future of Imperialism from the ashes. “At least we won it in better conditions than Mygeeto, that’s to be thankful of.”

“But I digress, Miss Hazel. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do with your time other than hearing my ramblings. Then again I did pay you to hear me out, so that’s something to even things out.” Fair is fair. “You were last in contact with the ISB, yeah? Your file says you’ve filled in the role as a pilot, although I’m looking for something more than just that. What else can you do?”

Get an idea about her before committing to hiring her. Needed to know what prospect of his assets that were independent.

 

[Hazel Scheler]

The armored Mercenary stood in silence for a moment, staring at the man. She might've been put-upon, could have been thinking how to word her response, potentially was double-checking her Merc bio to make sure it hadn't been hacked again. Nope, still there, just as she left it.

"Listen Buck," her tone cut a hair irritated - or maybe it was the naturalizer in the armor's speaker unit, "we both have better things to do with our time than to listen to me tell you what you already read on my dossier. What I do it targeted to specific needs and I don't get called out for no damn reason so either tell me what the job is or I'm moving on to the next job on my list."

 

[Djorn Bline]

S N A K E
BASTION
FOCUS | Hazel Scheler

Oh, so she was going to act...demanding? For lack of a better word. That he did not appreciate in the slightest and he would match her tone with his. It wasn’t a matter of pride like the stereotypical Imperial officer. He just didn’t have the tolerance to deal with an attitude from a mercenary.

“I’d ease the tone if I were you. I’m not exactly your typical employer, Hazel, and that’s a warning. Don’t think you would want to end up as one of my science lab projects.”

“Are you capable of spying and investigating on targeted subjects?”

 

[Hazel Scheler]

He got a chuckle out of that one. Would have given the man the benefit of the doubt for obviously not reading her dossier, but Hazel didn't deal with threats.

"Yes, I can, but not for you. We're done here. I'm already someone else's science experiment. I'll send you a refund of your foreward payment minus my fuel costs."

And with that the Mercenary took her leave.