Aleidis Zrgaat
Young soul from an older generation.
@[member="Genesis Rostu"]
I've snuck in and out of a few places. Sometimes, it's difficult - I practiced for months to make it from the front doors of the Jedi Temple, through the Council Chambers and onto the roof without being detected. That was Je'Gan's introductory course, years ago. Since then, I've been more in plain sight with my obfuscation and duplicity. Fits my particular idiom.
That said, creeping through the Jedi Temple wouldn't be too hard for me these days. It'd be as easy as walking unseen through a crowd, or through a Starship. When only a handful of people in the Galaxy understand what you do, and even less know how to stop it, sneaking becomes somewhat simple. Past cameras, between guards that can no more see me than they could see the shadow of their shadow. Droids don't acknowledge my presence. The White Current is a dangerous thing, which is why Je'Gan Olra'En entrusted me with all he knew - because I won't use these skills the way he did. He created a perfect Assassin, one refuses to kill.
Except for that one guy.
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Granted, Aleidis didn't have very much resistance. She'd done a little research, and as it turned out, the man she was looking for didn't have some palatial mansion or glorious holdings in a secluded paradise. Genesis Rostu, leader of the Confederacy, maintained a modest apartment on Bothawui as his residence. She approved of the selection, and once she got around to talking to him? She'd likely let him know.
But first, there was business that needed to be addressed.
Velok had kept laboratories and holdings scattered across the Galaxy, the locations of some of which she'd gleaned from the Tsil in which his soul was kept captive. Aleidis had resolved to end his legacy before some chucklehead picked up the idea to fill his twisted shoes and continue his work - but doing that required more means than a seventeen year old girl from a primitive, backwater planet had. Especially since she'd launched her shuttle into the heart of a star to destroy the Darkstaff and had gotten fired.
Heck, she couldn't even afford a prosthetic arm to replace the one that'd been blown off. How the hell was she to charter a ship and buy enough explosives to launch a Galactic campaign against one of the most prolific evils the Galaxy had seen since OMNI?
Easy.
She'd have to get by with a little help from her friends.
But those were in short supply, these days. The senators of the Republic were busy dismantling her work and laughing at her, the Sith Empire had decided to go back to being boring machines of hate, and the Fringe was... sketchy. Her options were somewhat limited - while she might be able to rally the Jedi to her cause, Aleidis doubted it. She'd failed what Grandmaster Watts had asked of her, resulting in deaths. Perhaps a war they'd get dragged into. No, she couldn't go to the Jedi.
And she didn't have any contacts with the Renegade Jedi that she knew of.
Aleidis needed money, and she needed friends. So, she'd decided to come to Bothawui to attempt to win over Genesis Rostu. The man had seemed good at heart and kind enough when she'd met him as the Supreme Chancellor, but it remained to be seen if that kindness had been a farce or limited to the respect of one leader to another. Then, she'd been the greater or equal power. Tonight, she was a homeless, peniless girl with one arm and high ambitions.
After sneaking past the security of Genesis' building, Aleidis Ijet took her hood off and collected her thoughts. She'd lost weight since he'd seen her last - not including her arm. The expensive blue-and-white veda cloth robes were gone, replaced with a white hooded sweatshirt and plain black trousers. Hair tied back in a ponytail, Aleidis ijet took a breath and then knocked four times on Genesis' door.
Hopefully, he wouldn't mind an impromptu visit in the middle of the night. She HAD brought him a gift.
I've snuck in and out of a few places. Sometimes, it's difficult - I practiced for months to make it from the front doors of the Jedi Temple, through the Council Chambers and onto the roof without being detected. That was Je'Gan's introductory course, years ago. Since then, I've been more in plain sight with my obfuscation and duplicity. Fits my particular idiom.
That said, creeping through the Jedi Temple wouldn't be too hard for me these days. It'd be as easy as walking unseen through a crowd, or through a Starship. When only a handful of people in the Galaxy understand what you do, and even less know how to stop it, sneaking becomes somewhat simple. Past cameras, between guards that can no more see me than they could see the shadow of their shadow. Droids don't acknowledge my presence. The White Current is a dangerous thing, which is why Je'Gan Olra'En entrusted me with all he knew - because I won't use these skills the way he did. He created a perfect Assassin, one refuses to kill.
Except for that one guy.
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Granted, Aleidis didn't have very much resistance. She'd done a little research, and as it turned out, the man she was looking for didn't have some palatial mansion or glorious holdings in a secluded paradise. Genesis Rostu, leader of the Confederacy, maintained a modest apartment on Bothawui as his residence. She approved of the selection, and once she got around to talking to him? She'd likely let him know.
But first, there was business that needed to be addressed.
Velok had kept laboratories and holdings scattered across the Galaxy, the locations of some of which she'd gleaned from the Tsil in which his soul was kept captive. Aleidis had resolved to end his legacy before some chucklehead picked up the idea to fill his twisted shoes and continue his work - but doing that required more means than a seventeen year old girl from a primitive, backwater planet had. Especially since she'd launched her shuttle into the heart of a star to destroy the Darkstaff and had gotten fired.
Heck, she couldn't even afford a prosthetic arm to replace the one that'd been blown off. How the hell was she to charter a ship and buy enough explosives to launch a Galactic campaign against one of the most prolific evils the Galaxy had seen since OMNI?
Easy.
She'd have to get by with a little help from her friends.
But those were in short supply, these days. The senators of the Republic were busy dismantling her work and laughing at her, the Sith Empire had decided to go back to being boring machines of hate, and the Fringe was... sketchy. Her options were somewhat limited - while she might be able to rally the Jedi to her cause, Aleidis doubted it. She'd failed what Grandmaster Watts had asked of her, resulting in deaths. Perhaps a war they'd get dragged into. No, she couldn't go to the Jedi.
And she didn't have any contacts with the Renegade Jedi that she knew of.
Aleidis needed money, and she needed friends. So, she'd decided to come to Bothawui to attempt to win over Genesis Rostu. The man had seemed good at heart and kind enough when she'd met him as the Supreme Chancellor, but it remained to be seen if that kindness had been a farce or limited to the respect of one leader to another. Then, she'd been the greater or equal power. Tonight, she was a homeless, peniless girl with one arm and high ambitions.
After sneaking past the security of Genesis' building, Aleidis Ijet took her hood off and collected her thoughts. She'd lost weight since he'd seen her last - not including her arm. The expensive blue-and-white veda cloth robes were gone, replaced with a white hooded sweatshirt and plain black trousers. Hair tied back in a ponytail, Aleidis ijet took a breath and then knocked four times on Genesis' door.
Hopefully, he wouldn't mind an impromptu visit in the middle of the night. She HAD brought him a gift.