S H A D O W
A hand brushed aside loose strands of brunette hair, pulling them from the small bandage over a gashed eyebrow. "Chit." A soft curse pressed through her lips as she sighed softly. Wounds were healing slowly, far slower than she had expected. Maybe I shouldn't have denied the healers. Allyson thought quietly to herself, but she felt strange using the Jedi Order's healers for wounds that she sustained during investigative work. In reality, she felt weird walking the halls of the Order's temples on Coruscant. She kept to herself by locking and hiding away in her office within the Intelligence building.
The office was slightly disheveled. Take out boxes filled the trash bin while the makeshift bed on the office's couch showed that she had slept there more than in her own apartment. Beyond the numerous files on her desk, the office was mostly well kept but severely lived in. The Corellian stood over her desk as she flicked through the datapad in her hand, there had been rumors of One Sith secrets formulating on the lower levels of Coruscant, but the depth was unknown. She had recently gone to the lower levels, beyond 1313, to question and try and find anything.
While not finding any Sith artifacts or any remnants of the One Sith, she found a human trafficking ring with a particular taste in force users. Putting the data tablet down, she hadn't been able to crack her way too far into the ring. She was discovered quickly by someone who had recognized her from another mission, which meant that she needed to rethink her approach. Lucky for her, she was able to put away the individual that had recognized her with an assault charge. Though, creeps like him were used to the system. They knew who to talk to get out of whatever they were in for.
As much as she wanted to believe in the Alliance, the judicial system was still as crooked as ever. She picked up her comm device and scrolled through her contacts. Her mind initially went to a certain Kiffar detective, the woman was good at what she did, and Allyson had a soft spot for her. Probably too big of a soft spot, but she would never admit it out loud. She bit her lower lip and decided not to bother her - especially after their last encounter; also, Allyson was over budget. "You'd think I'd get a discount after last time." The Corellian felt the gashed eyebrow raise in frustration as her fingers wrapped tightly around her device. After a groan, she opened her eyes and tried to calm down - she would never understand the reasoning behind the frustration that woman ignited in her.
Allyson once more thumbed through the contacts as she paused on a Jedi that she knew would have extensive knowledge about the underground of Coruscant. She hadn't talked to him since the big Jedi meeting, and even then, she hadn't talked to him since she walked away from him on Borosk. The hand that held her device fell as her attention moved to the only picture frame on her desk. Four smiling faces from a time when they all still hand their innocence, she was lucky Loske could get Allyson another copy after the original was ruined. Staring a bit too hard, she sighed and put the frame face down; she couldn't go to him and ask him for help - not yet. Allyson didn't even know if he wanted to talk to her anyway; more than likely, their public interaction was him being polite.
She wouldn't blame him. Allyson's attention was pulled as she looked at her device, which chimed with a message - apparently, the Director had set up a meeting with Ripley Kuhn? Pinching the bridge of her nose, Allyson didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse. Either way, when Ripley would arrive, she'd find Allyson leaning against her desk and hands in her pockets.
"Hey, so why's the Director sending you to me?" Allyson would start the moment Ripley entered the open office. Figure tense, as she knew she should be warmer, but with this type of job and what she's been through - trust was something earned and not easily given.
Everyone was sus.
