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Private First Contact


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//: Till Kingdom Come //:
//: Borleias //:
//: Reid Brimarch Reid Brimarch //: Corala Gethsverg //:
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The sun was setting on the planet's side beaches, Allyson watched from a distance, tucked away in a sniper nest. Returning here was painful, and she would avoid this place as much as possible. Time wasn't on her side anymore, and her other safe houses were compromised with the SIA and other Shadows. She had received Bait's ping and a safety lock in case the Droid had been compromised, and her network infiltrated. Knowing this put the Corellian on edge, the men and women involved in her private network were good at the job. They had that mutual respect for each other; if there was a code within the small group of spies, they would follow it.
Groaning, Allyson watched the sunset finish - memories clogged her mind, but she pushed them away. Remembering the blonde girl here was not the time or the place. At least with their bond broken, the pain the memories brought were more comfortable to deal with. Her heart belonged elsewhere and was free to feel happiness. The new budding bond kept her going, kept her moving forward, and kept her alive.
With the cover of night, the rogue Agent quickly fell into the Force Cloak she had perfected. Its cover would protect her from the naked eye and unnoticed if, for some reason, the Shadows had figured out her main safe house. It was one she rarely used, but it was her first. Moving through the deep sand dunes, Allyson made her way past where Kaili's workshop was buried under. Out of respect, she refused to use it but instead used the nearby facility that the pair had found on their first day.
A smile crossed her face, remembering the race, and how competitive the Talith girl was.
It didn't take long to reach the abandoned facility. Allyson ran her hand along with the cold concrete, searching for the grip that allowed her inside the hidden complex. Her work here was carefully calculated, she had built the safe house under Kaili's nose, and the woman didn't think twice about asking where the Corellian went during the days. There was a trust and like so many before Kaili, and after Kaili, Allyson shattered that trust and abused it. It was the job, it's all part of the job. A small voice in the back of the brunette's mind reminded her. This time around, with Jorryn, she would be honest and open.
There was no need for secrets anymore.
Finding the right window, Allyson gripped the thick pane with her gloved hands, pressure sensors picked up the proper grip, which allowed the hatch that resided under the window to open. One leg swung over, and then the other, the Corellian, let herself free-fall down the hatch and into the underground safe house.
She landed quietly, and the force cloak disappeared, a code entered <X4111>, and the dim lights flickered and the computers coming to live. A wave of her hand and the machine's quieted down and powered off for the most part. A mild fan sound echoed, which meant that the system was uploading the information onto a hidden cloud that the Corellian only knew about. With Bait compromised, she needed to keep her information to herself, away from the Droid.
Quickly, Allyson moved to her safe and began to pull things out, a quiver, compound bow, comm devices, a bag, and a few photos that she had always kept with her. They found their way into the bag while the quiver, jacket, and bow found themselves being worn. The woman was trying to move quickly, trusting her to hide her main hideout, not knowing if anyone else had figured her out. Only a select few knew the significance of Borleias to the Agent.
 

Corala Gethsverg

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It was going to be a long day. An exceptionally long day. It had taken her sometime to piece together where Allyson would end up, but she finally found a hunch. Borleias. Seemed like a random world to consider, but it held emotional value to one Allyson Locke. Jedi were sentimental creatures, the type to hold onto some semblance of a past life, of a path they might have been able to traverse down; but by the force it wasn't easy to find. This was all a working theory of course, but to prove it she had brought assistance. She had her reasons for seeking Locke out. A small part felt she needed to try and make things right, after all, it was a slip up on her part that this whole situation had resulted. Secondly, she needed to see first hand how gone the woman truly was.

Corala didn't believe in second chances, not from betrayal, but there was still a chance that Allyson was on their side; a slim one, but one none the less. The die was already cast though, there was no taking back what she had done, but there were always alternatives that could be considered; make a new identity, work from the shadows, get a pardon in ten to fifteen years. It was unlikely, and truth be told she didn't even want to consider it an option, but as someone had once said: "It is a far greater victory to make another see through your eyes, than to close theirs forever."

How would she find the wayward jedi though? Well, it came down to the help she had brought with her. Records indicated Allyson had a particularly close relationship with a mechanic that operated in this area, on this planet, within this vicinity. It was a guess, but if Allyson had planned this out in advanced, if things were truly as desperate as Corala assumed they were, this would be an optimal location to build a safe house. She had done all the digging she could, and the multiple splitting headaches she had earned from overclocking her implants would very well go to waste if she was wrong.

If nothing else, she could perhaps find a tidbit of knowledge here, something that would damn the jedi to the path she was currently setting out upon. What was she going to do if she found Allyson? Deep down, Corala wasn't entirely sure. Kill her? She wasn't sure if she could truth be told, nor did she come here with a plan to do so. Perhaps this was just a desperate act on her part, trying to disagree with the part of her that despised the jedi, saw them as a danger to the very nature of the Alliance. Maybe deep down, she wanted to be wrong about this whole scenario, that maybe she wouldn't have to entertain the solutions she had drawn up in her mind. Certainly not all jedi were treacherous. She had one in tow with her now. The real truth though, was that she had no control over these people. There was no government mandate upon them, there were no orders she could give them that they had to follow. They acted as they saw fit, did what they thought right, and could ignore her entirely if they could justify it. How can you trust an entire organization to do that without error? Well, you couldn't. Then again, did she honestly trust anyone? It was a question she never tried to answer.

Standing among a sea of dunes, Corala cycled through what visions she had access to; though night and infrared did so very little in the current conditions. It was a fruitless gesture on her part now, so she turned to the self proclaimed investigator himself; Reid Brimarch Reid Brimarch . The air speeder lingered not far from their position, right where the trail had gone cold. She looked to the jedi, a glint of annoyance in her expression. She drew a cigarillo from her pocket, and lit it. She earned it in her mind. "This is as far as I've gotten us. Your file mentioned you are exceptional at backtracking people's steps. Now would be a great time to show it off." Taking a drag, she would leave the hard work to the investigator.

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