Progflaw99
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It's a very dangerous and lonely thing, I imagine, to be a spy:
to have friendships that are deceptions, that are not honest.
~ Mark Rylance
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Time was running out. Three weeks had been her deadline. Two days of that original stipulation yet remained. Formerly retired from the life of a field agent, Val found that her skills had already begun to collect cobwebs. Was it her smile? Had her gait changed? Or was it that somehow her identity had been leaked? Was her legend blown? She couldn't let that concern distract her - these people weren't the type to mess with. They were like hounds in a sense, able to smell indecision. The scent of hesitation. They had to be made to believe that Val was every bit the woman they'd met those years ago when she was working out of Terminus under her cover. -
:ear Callista,
:: Today I visited the Market here on Terminus. As usual it was brimming with activity, it reminds me of the Markets on Dosuun. There were vendors and just about as many different wares as you could imagine. They all jostle for sales, crying out their wares and services - but one voice rose above the rest. It makes me wonder if all the opposing vendors decided to undercut their opposition if it would hurt the Market at all? I suppose it's no concern of mine. Food for thought though. I hope your flower shop business is thriving, I still think they're the best in the galaxy. Catch you later love.
::Signed, your sister Corinne
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"Come on then, spit it out before I gut yeh bow to stern."The shimmering point of a vibroblade danced in the dim light of the alleyway, mere millimeters beneath the adam's apple of a wide eyed Aqualish. Or at least, where Val approximated one to be. Her voice didn't waver, her threat reinforced by the woman's weight pressed against the poor creature's throat as she leaned ever harder into the brick wall. "Now, or I start slicing." This time she pressed the tip of the blade just a hair closer, pricking the waxy skin of her victim's neck. A quiet squeal choked free before the creature spit out a wild spattering of common infused Aqualish. Nervously the man waited, his fate all but sealed. As if to notify him of his fate, a twitch at the corner of Val's lips cracked into a sly smile. "Thanks Oddo, I appreciate your honesty. Now there's one more thing I need from you, would you like to hear what that is?" Expectantly she raised an eyebrow as she met eyes with the Aqualish known as Oddo. "Die."
The word was spoken in a dull monotone. For a moment it looked like there may have been a hint of regret in the woman's eyes, that was quickly replaced by a cold and vacant expression. Almost robotic her voice sounded to her own ears, the blade plunging deep into the soft flesh of the beast's neck. Violently he struggled to gain some purchase, to reach his attacker's arms, eyes, face - to push off the brick wall pressed against his back. The Aqualish's body seized, a cough unable to form as the blood spilled down his neck and into the blast vest worn around his shoulders. For a moment, Val reveled in it. Silently grinning as she watched the spark of life snuffed out of the creature held in her grasp. It was a familiar demon now resting on her shoulders, the things it whispered...
She was drawn from her near euphoric state by a commotion from the street. A hovercar passing, pedestrians walking, each noise louder than that of the quiet gurgle of the body she let fall finally to rest. This was the first. By the time their mission was complete, this would not be the last. With a whisper of her own, she communicated through a covert comm device to one of the other agents she knew to be tasked on this operation. "Mockingbird complete."
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Val Kordova wasn't the only agent on Terminus, nor was hers the only mission. Galactic politics weren't her forte but she'd understood the gist of what command wanted to happen. That was all she'd needed, the rest was in the contacts she'd had from her previous stint. It had taken a murder to cement their trust in her, hardly a price to pay for the intel and access her and her fellow agents would need. In two days time it had come to fruition. Two methods of infiltration, complete with garments and forged identification. Val, also known as Mockingbird, and one other agent only known to the woman as "x" had been tasked with a task more complex than might be imagined: Start a gang war. While the First Order certainly had the manpower to reach to the bustling world of Terminus, what they lacked was a reason. To properly justify the annexation of the planet, they needed a catalyst. On a planet with a teeming underworld, the easiest way to achieve that? Start a gang war. At present, the gangs had called a truce, their leaders happy to exist in peace with one another - all reaping the benefits of a ripe location along both the Corellian Trade Spine and the Hydian Way. It was in the best interest of the First Order if the gangs were thrown into chaos, pit against each other. The subsequent squashing of the criminal elements and benefits of the safety and security of First Order rule would become the only logical outcome. They had ground yet to travel, but the pieces were in motion.
Val had never met the woman - or at least, she assumed it was a woman. It was unlikely a man would allow his codename to be something such as it was: Lotus. She had been briefed that her own entry to the venue would be under guise of a concierge, a waiter of sorts. The venue in question was a fairly lofty area of the Underworld known for its night life. As was their habit, the gang bosses would meet for a night of debauchery. A better opportunity to set them on themselves could not be found. So long as they didn't muck it up.
With a final tug of the narrow bow tie, Val gave herself a final once-over in the mirror. She looked every bit the servant, even down to the fake branding on her wrist. Tucked into the sleeve of her jacket she could feel three tiny vials, their contents poisonous to the touch. It was her duty to deliver them to this... 'Lotus' character. Beyond that, she was in the dark. Much to her chagrin, she was given only a phrase and a counter phrase to know her fellow agent by. The challenge was to be "Winters in Avalonia are the prettiest I've ever seen". In return, the response was to be "I'm sure they rival the sunsets of Halm."
How in the nine hells Val was suppose to weave that into a conversation she didn't know - but it was too late to go back now. On her way out of the servant's chambers she grabbed a particularly appetizing tray of hors d'oeuvre and made her way into the club.
[member="Isobel Nakano"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
OOC: Hello! This will start out as a clandestine effort to get the gangs fighting. After the opening scene, we will be directly involving all First Order agencies from the Navy to the Knights of Ren. In the meantime, feel free to roam, assist in assassinating gang bosses, rooting out Jedi, or whatever other tasks you think might be fun to complete on a world such as Terminus. Keep in mind this world has a thriving underworld!
If you have any questions, or aren't sure how to fit in, feel free to DM me or any of the First Order Staff and we're more than willing to help brainstorm! For the Order!
If you have any questions, or aren't sure how to fit in, feel free to DM me or any of the First Order Staff and we're more than willing to help brainstorm! For the Order!