Kaile Vera
Whiskey Girl

Sullust__________
Sullust Base - Galactic Alliance
Barracks
[member="Kurt Meyer"]
[ Most in your position would be decomissioned. However, I managed to to leverage your skillset. You have been reassigned and a new identity to be set in place.
You leave for Corellia in twenty-four hours. The details of your new persona is in that datachip. ]
Kaile was trembling so hard, that she had to clasp her hands together. She felt sick. Nauseous. The room seemed to spin, and her stomach would clench and twist and turn. The grip of her fingers grew so tight, her knuckles turned white. Tiny, bloody half crescents would break the skin, her nails digging into her flesh.
Stars, no…
Everything made sense now -- and while it hadn’t originally begun with the intention of using Kurt’s courier life as Kaile’s cover, the Alliance had acknowledged that it would be the best one under the circumstances. Kurt Meyer worked for a Galactic courier company. His routes would take him to not only neutral, but unfriendly territories, allowing access for Kaile to do her missions if required. His psych review and military service record indicated that while he had been court martialed for fraternization, his career had been impeccable and he was not considered to be a risk for their agent or for their purposes.
It made sense. It made perfect sense why they would have Kaile stay with Kurt. But for Kaile.. for Kaile it didn’t make it right.
The Lorrdian was torn, and felt all the more worse in the end. It only reinforced her decision. There was no way she could have stayed behind knowing all this.
Sitting on her cot, Kaile's shaking hands came up to rub her face. Beside her on the table were the scattered profiles and data tables she'll have to memories for her new identity.
Feth.
Kaile never felt so alone.