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[Seiryoku]

EMPRESS TETA
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One could say this world could be Coruscan'ts exact twin from birth. Almost like the Force or whatever entity that ruled above all else to took a sphere and divided it into two with one being the Heart of the Galaxy and the other its rivaling sibling, Empress Teta. Both planets had the same taste in fashion, luxury, status, politics, everything about them was mirrored. Their politics was a case of bipolar disorder as there were conflicting political ideals. Whenever an Imperial Order occupied Coruscant, Empress Teta would fall within the week and change its style in all aspects. If a nation like the Alliance came in, both would be polar opposite from Imperial ideals. It was a song that would never stop playing from the old record player until something wiped out the Galaxy that is.

But until that day, Catya was thrive from opportunities no matter where they came from. Loyalty was to herself and she didn't owe anything to anyone. A job from the Alliance? She'd take it. The Sith? So long as she was equipped properly and not screwed over, sure. Imperials? Same terms for the Sith. The Jedi? As long as their credit wasn't cheap, she would do it gladly. Everyone was free game for her, a true survivalist that didn't play favorites to anyone. Fighting for people and causes was an archaic trait to her. Who'd fight for her?

No one that's for damn sure.

Today's client was a man in his middle ages that was a wealthy and owned property across Empress Teta. The kind of man that was probably on his second or third marriage, no changes in their habits or behavior. Always pompous with his status. The stereotype of the wealthy no matter if it was a man or woman with the latter being more insufferable, especially those that sold their beauty for money and were blessed to not have to move a finger for what they want. His status seemed to matter due to the tight security he ran on his private estate. Probably hired a private military company for the effects on the place. How'd Catya get here? The short answer was networking. A hired gun that specialized in slicing and stealth with basic training in close quarters combat. A good complement to the security team of mercenaries patrolling the place.

Either this man was wanted dead or possessed some valuables that someone would kill to have. If the latter, it had to be more than jewelry and credits. Only person to target him was also another wealthy ass, so money was out of question. Or maybe it was and they wanted to see him like a poor beggar on the streets. Did it matter to Catya? Hell no, so long as she got paid was all that mattered.

Amea Virou ​

 

[Amea Virou]

Seiryoku

To work infiltration was always a peculiar kind of high. On one hand she was paid to do menial jobs that by some measures were far beneath her, yet all the same it meant gathering information that would serve her well once her plans fell into place. For this one Amea had managed to find herself in the employ of a man far richer than he had any right to be. Not that people didn’t deserve wealth, but when grand sums regularly found themselves deposited into a wide array of warlords and associated war criminals, well, that was when people like Amea started to take note.

It was all about keeping your head down and staying out of sight, which was exactly what Rosa Kian was an expert in. Rosa being the chosen cover for this op, and her renowned way around a mop and bucket the only thing she still had to her name, a charity case to make the man look better and balance out any suspicions people had that he was up to no good. He was, of course, but those indebted to him rarely dared not to look the other way. Lucky for Amea, she wasn’t truly in debt, but Rosa certainly was. At first to the state, and now to the lord of the mansion she scrubbed.

Her routine for the last week had consisted of working the courtyard with a weekend in the office under supervision of the mercenary guards that had spread out across the place. The weeks before that had been in the dining hall to wait and cater to the guests that the man hosted.

Each visit from foreign ‘indignitaries’ added more and more fuel to the disdain she felt towards him. But today was the day. Two months of plotting and planning was coming to an end, today was when the trap was sprung. The emperor was getting a new set of fine robes made from the strands of his own humility, which was to say nothing. He was going to be bled dry — financially, that is — and then thrown to his wolves.

Equipped in her worker outfit, Amea slowly scrubbed the path towards the passage into the vault. All she had to do was stay out of sight from the mercs.

 

[Seiryoku]

Sometimes she did think about double crossing her temporary employer, knowing that her slicing skills could potentially do the harm this man feared to come. What could it be this man was afraid of? The mercenaries and other armed personnel brought curiosity out of everyone, even some of the mercenaries were swapped out every now and then. There was always some change in staff, hardly anything was permanent here. Only her, some hardened mercenaries, and that worker were the only people being “old” amongst staff.

The worker was kind of cute, might get her number later.

Actually, what the hell, since she wasn’t fending off any brave operatives she might as well do it. Kill time and getting paid on the dime. She wondered how long this contract would expire and if there was potential to renewing it. Long term contracts were worth more than grand slam lump sum deals. Money eventually dried up, better to secure for the future in the long term than anything that was short. The latter were for people in financial situations, something she’d learn and it wasn’t pretty.

The mercenary scrolled through her datapad, having access into the security systems of the estate and was able to monitor most locations. Some were strictly prohibited for the master of these halls only having access to them. Everyone was in their positions, meaning for the mercenaries. Other staff were workers and whatever domestic members responsible for maintenance and whatnot.

Everything was normal...as usual.

Amea Virou​