Inanna Harth
Jedi Knight
Employment Agency, Telos
Claudio Vogel was the new processing officer, the previous one having been filleted alive for insubordination. Today was his first day, and while he was already having second thoughts, the grizzled ex-soldier was doing his best to avoid leaping out the nearest window.
The sheer number of stupid people who passed through his office that day was staggering and made him worry for the future of the Sith Empire. Unremarkable young cadets, gullible volunteers, the desperate forgotten dregs of society—they all seemed to flock to him, drawn by the promise of a new life, a new career, a second chance. A good chunk of them were due for the meat grinder, he knew, and he felt some small sense of pity for them. But not much.
As the door opened once again, Claudio was behind his camera, adjusting the focus. He was required to film all the interviews he conducted as a matter of policy, in case documentation was needed on possible spies attempting to infiltrate the Empire. As he honed in on the incredibly uncomfortable interviewee chair, an attractive white-haired woman sat down in it. Despite her obvious discomfort, she put on an open, friendly face for the interviewer.
Great—a kiss-ass. “Please state your name for the record.”
“Inanna Hoole,” she replied.
Retreating behind his desk, Claudio pulled up her records. A Shi’ido born on Lao-mon, she was once a padawan at the Jedi Academy on Coruscant, though she dropped out before achieving knighthood. The file also listed her previous employment at a nightclub as an escort… nice. But aside from maybe a foolish desire to rebel, there was little to indicate what had brought her here.
“Miss Hoole, what made you decide to join the Sith Empire?”
“I’m looking for work, and it sounded interesting.”
Claudio scratched his chin. “Uhhh… okay. What skills do you have that could benefit our illustrious Empire?”
“I’m good with kids, a great sport, and I can skinshift into just about anything,” she said with a smile. “I’m also a very fast typist.”
“As fast as a droid?”
Her smile faltered. “Probably not. But how many droids do you know who can write prose and poetry?”
“Plenty,” the interviewer deadpanned. “Besides, what use would that be to the Empire?”
She rolled her eyes. “Have you heard some of your politicians’ speeches? They could use an artistic touch. Besides, I’d like to see what kind of creaking, oil-jointed, cold metallic slush a machine could come up with…”
He sighed. “It says here that you’re vulnerable to mind tricks and domination… And yet you’re applying for a job with the Sith?”
“Naturally. What point would there be in a Sith imposing their will on me if I’m already working for them of my own free will?”
He could think of plenty of ways she could be a liability to them. A tool to further rivalries and infighting, a valuable source of information for their enemies to capture and use… On the other hand, true shapeshifters were rare, much less Force sensitive ones…
“Anything else I should know?” he asked dryly.
She folded her hands. “There’s nothing I won’t do, but there are some things I can’t do.”
With a grunt, he finished typing his notes—recommended for stealth operations or propaganda agency, if not make her somebody’s secretary I suppose—and sent her application in for examination. “That’s all I need from you. Go away now.”
Standing up, she left the room. Claudio glanced at he chrono. His shift was just about over—
A chirping from his commlink broke the quiet. Grimacing, he answered the call with obvious annoyance in his tone.
"This is Claudio Vogel of the Telos Employment Agency, how may I be of assistance?"
Claudio Vogel was the new processing officer, the previous one having been filleted alive for insubordination. Today was his first day, and while he was already having second thoughts, the grizzled ex-soldier was doing his best to avoid leaping out the nearest window.
The sheer number of stupid people who passed through his office that day was staggering and made him worry for the future of the Sith Empire. Unremarkable young cadets, gullible volunteers, the desperate forgotten dregs of society—they all seemed to flock to him, drawn by the promise of a new life, a new career, a second chance. A good chunk of them were due for the meat grinder, he knew, and he felt some small sense of pity for them. But not much.
As the door opened once again, Claudio was behind his camera, adjusting the focus. He was required to film all the interviews he conducted as a matter of policy, in case documentation was needed on possible spies attempting to infiltrate the Empire. As he honed in on the incredibly uncomfortable interviewee chair, an attractive white-haired woman sat down in it. Despite her obvious discomfort, she put on an open, friendly face for the interviewer.
Great—a kiss-ass. “Please state your name for the record.”
“Inanna Hoole,” she replied.
Retreating behind his desk, Claudio pulled up her records. A Shi’ido born on Lao-mon, she was once a padawan at the Jedi Academy on Coruscant, though she dropped out before achieving knighthood. The file also listed her previous employment at a nightclub as an escort… nice. But aside from maybe a foolish desire to rebel, there was little to indicate what had brought her here.
“Miss Hoole, what made you decide to join the Sith Empire?”
“I’m looking for work, and it sounded interesting.”
Claudio scratched his chin. “Uhhh… okay. What skills do you have that could benefit our illustrious Empire?”
“I’m good with kids, a great sport, and I can skinshift into just about anything,” she said with a smile. “I’m also a very fast typist.”
“As fast as a droid?”
Her smile faltered. “Probably not. But how many droids do you know who can write prose and poetry?”
“Plenty,” the interviewer deadpanned. “Besides, what use would that be to the Empire?”
She rolled her eyes. “Have you heard some of your politicians’ speeches? They could use an artistic touch. Besides, I’d like to see what kind of creaking, oil-jointed, cold metallic slush a machine could come up with…”
He sighed. “It says here that you’re vulnerable to mind tricks and domination… And yet you’re applying for a job with the Sith?”
“Naturally. What point would there be in a Sith imposing their will on me if I’m already working for them of my own free will?”
He could think of plenty of ways she could be a liability to them. A tool to further rivalries and infighting, a valuable source of information for their enemies to capture and use… On the other hand, true shapeshifters were rare, much less Force sensitive ones…
“Anything else I should know?” he asked dryly.
She folded her hands. “There’s nothing I won’t do, but there are some things I can’t do.”
With a grunt, he finished typing his notes—recommended for stealth operations or propaganda agency, if not make her somebody’s secretary I suppose—and sent her application in for examination. “That’s all I need from you. Go away now.”
Standing up, she left the room. Claudio glanced at he chrono. His shift was just about over—
A chirping from his commlink broke the quiet. Grimacing, he answered the call with obvious annoyance in his tone.
"This is Claudio Vogel of the Telos Employment Agency, how may I be of assistance?"
I love writing as NPCs as much as I love writing for actual characters, so if you want to completely ignore Inanna and interact with Claudio instead, you're welcome to do that. Otherwise there is no explicit goal to this thread beyond getting Inanna to meet and interact with new people.
