Shadows of Zenith Prime (Zenithian Intelligence)

[Ak'lya]

Strask paced in the meeting room. There were reports of civilians sneaking out at night, and people disappearing. He didn't like it. There seemed to be no pattern to it. Or was there? All humans, all walks of life. There had to be a connection. He had to find something. The missing people had to have a pattern. These things don't just happen. At best, there was a serial killer. At worst, the Geonosians were up to something. This couldn't be good.

"Red, I have something." Natasha walked in, carrying a box of manilla folders. "All our missing people moved to planet or are visiting."

"Like the Ulgo kid we were sent here for." He replied, watching her nod. "So they may well have been indocrinated to the Geonosian cause." Another nod. Strask didn't like this. "Okay. I need two things from you. First, I need you to find me a recently moved in figure. Someone who fits our critera we have at the moment."

"Alright. And the second thing?"

"Get me any agents we have. I'm going to need help."'

[member="Aester Novekki"]

 

[Aester Novekki]

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]
The young Clawdite rested upon her bunk, staring up at the ceiling and contemplating her life choices, and the various paths that she had taken to end where she had. If she had never left the slavers upon her homeworld, would she even be alive? If she hadn't spent those many years working as a criminal agent she might not have had the knowledge or ability to eliminate the Geonosians that attempted to capture and eliminate those civilians in the bunker. Hundreds of choices laid upon her mind, and they all culminated in a fascinating story that was her life. The latest choice had been to join the fledgling Zenithian Imperium in their enterprises. Her racial abilities allowed her the advantage over other intelligence agents in that she could literally disguise herself as anyone of similar build.

There had been no missions yet, but Aester was enjoying the peace and quiet, and was knowledgeable enough to recognize that a lack of missions meant that everything was going according to plan. There was a subtle beeping noise that threatened the tranquility, and a lazy finger pressed against the communications device to answer the call. A voice on the other end stated that her presence was required, and that she needed to meet up with Strask. The calm had been ruptured with the press of a button, and the speaking of a sentence, but that was simply the way of life. The agent flung herself off of the bunk, shaking any sleepiness from her system, and began to walk down the corridors towards the boss.

The meeting room opened up with a simple application of force, and she entered into the confines of the area, eyes scanning around to locate the Bothan. They found their target in only a few moments, and she approached, giving a half-hearted salute towards the man before speaking, "You require my services, sir?"