So Your Boss is Kinda Dead. Sorry!

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A professor here at this particular university had been a thorn in Krag's side for sometime. The man had been relaying information of the New Order's operations on Naboo for quite some time now. Graxin had been dispatched to take care of the issue, and it had taken the better part of a month just to pinpoint exactly who was doing it. Upon finding out his identity, Graxin had taken up the role of a student at the university. He was young and fit; fitting the part perfectly.

Things had gone rather well too. The university's classes had ended for the day, and students had begun to go about their afternoon activities. Things that normal men and women Graxen's age did everyday, yet he would never have the pleasure. The doors to his wing of the school had been closed down, and the Professor had gone off into his office while his underlings went about their business. Graxin had followed him inside; using the cover of asking a question about hyperspace propulsion to sneak in.

The blade slit through his throat quickly. Blood coated Graxen's black hooded jacket, and his disheveled hair waved about messily as he quickly stuffed the man's body behind his desk. It didn't matter if Graxen was identified. He was not an Omega Protectorate citizen, and they had no records on him. He quickly stuffed the body away, and began to clean off his jacket. He planned to simply walk out for his ship.

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Linori woke to her monitor buzzing insistently, an alarm beeping over and over and—UGH. She waves a hand over the screen, the program shutting abruptly. She rubs the bridge of her nose and leans back in her chair, groaning. How long had she been out this time? Normally, her boss would have smacked her atop the head with a book or similar object to wake her up, but for the first time in awhile it had been her computer. Odd, considering the only alarm set was for the professor’s tea. A lump wells up in Linori’s throat. Right. His tea. She stumbles to her feet, cursing about the late time as she bumped into shelf after shelf, hands groping for the handle of the kitchen.

For a woman who possessed such a skill as force sight, she tripped about like a blind drunkard just leaving the bazaar. Linori plucked the simplistic tea set from the cupboard as water boiled, mind reeling. She felt as though the boss would surely have her hide this time, but oh how she would grief if she lost this job. She had access to some of the juiciest information on Naboo and one of the wealthiest databases in the sector. Sure, it didn’t pay much, but this treasure of knowledge was priceless. Linori sighs longingly as she sets the tray and starts up the stairs to the man’s office. Yes, the job with the terrible hours and the ragged old man for a boss was well worth any stretch of this information, and she prayed she had made a damned good cup of tea to make up for being late. The miraluka pulls out her card and pauses just before the reader. The sockets where eyes certainly belonged twitched, and her brow furrowed. Behind the walls, she saw just as clear as day. Two forms, not just one, ghost-like in appearance beyond the door. The aura about one fluctuated randomly, and she realized it didn’t belong to the professor. She knew what it meant, at least she think she did, and even then Linori took the chance to swipe her card, and open the door.

Maaayybe it wasn’t the best of decisions. Soon as it opened, she saw her boss hit the floor, blood decorating monitors and his perpetrator. Linori stood still as stone. The murderer casually moved to store the body, either ignoring her completely or just blind as she was. Her legs told her to run. Her brain bellowed to do a 180 turn and book it. But her mouth decided it was best to stand and scream. So scream she did.

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Another fairly easy job well done. Graxin dusted his hands off on his pants, and whirled about to make straight for the door. That is, until the loud womanly scream pierced his eardrums and made him clamp his gloved hands over his ears. "Kark." He grumbled, and quickly held out his left hand to try and force her mouth closed with the force. This was one of those split second decision making times, wasn't it? He could run her through; that would certainly be easy, and rather efficient. Graxin, however, was a bleeding heart.

He sighed, and willed his amber eyes to drift around the open room. No one else was here; just Miraluka lady. Well, he couldn't just leave her. He held out his other hand, and knit his brow in concentration as he tried to wipe the past five minutes from her mind. It was a skill he had been working on tirelessly, and while it worked on non-force users just fine...well, force users were a different story. Of course, Graxin had never encountered a Miraluka before; he knew nothing of them, and he continued to stay in that awkward stance.

"Why....Oh, please tell me you're not a Jedi ma'am! Now isn't the time!"

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Linori pauses mid-scream as her mouth is practically sewn shut…well, clamped shut, more like it. She wriggles her mouth, unsure if she just ran out of air or if fear had zipped her shut. She glares, not like the man would be able to tell from her eye wrappings. Her boss was dead, bleeding on the floor. Gods. What if they blamed her for his death? Or worse, she were –fired-? She couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to find a job equal or better than this. So much lost information, lost knowledge, and so much work to be done. Linori takes a step back and rests a hand to her forehead, double-taking between the human and her dead husk of a boss.

“Jedi? Jedi?! Do I look like a jedi?!?” She barks as soon as she were able to talk, the fear previously present in her scream now somehow turned to…anger? The miraluka inhales deeply, still holding the rather neatly assorted tea tray in front of her as though it’d somehow keep her from the murderer. “Kindly sir, you just killed my employer. I demand you rectify this at once.”

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Not a Jedi? Then how could she resi--force sensitive then. Definitely. It made sense; considering her odd choice in eyewear. Maybe it was just her thing...or something. He dropped both hands, and glanced back at the fresh corpse which happened to be staining the floor a lovely shade of crimson. What should he do now? "Rectify? How do I rectify that? He's...well look at him." Graxin waved a leatherbound hand back at the corpse. It certainly wasn't going to get up on its own, was it?

"Look, ma'am, sorcery isn't my strong suit. Your boss was a very bad man doing very bad things." In the back of his mind he knew that was untrue. As long as he kept saying it aloud though, he could live with himself. He strode up to the young lady and looked down at her, lips pursed like he was was trying to talk but just couldn't find the right words. He had one, maybe two minutes before someone came reacting to the scream. He was mentally debating whether to just scoop up the woman, or to just cap her right there. Life would have been so much easier if Graxin had no morals.

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Linori holds the tea tray farther in front of her, trying to keep a bit of distance between her and the mysterious man who waved his hands about like some crazed magician. It had just clicked that he could easily out her just as he had her boss. Well, not like either of them really stood much of a chance, they were just common folk. “Don’t come any closer,”she states firmly, strands of stark white hair falling in front of her would-be eyes. “If my boss was such a bad person, you wouldn’t be having to do this whole stealth killing thing, would you?” Hah. Yes, that sounded…uh, smart enough. Sure. Linori shifts her gaze slightly, sights falling on the emergency glass. Maybe she could still keep her job if someone caught the killer while they were still here. Yes! Then she wouldn’t be pinned for his murder, and then she could keep her job. A perfectly thought out plan.

Except for the part where the apparent blood-thirsty murderer stood five feet in front of her. Still an issue.

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This was the part in the game where you decided to be a renegade or a paragon. Renegade was, of course, the most ballin' of the two. Graxin was, however, a squeamish little man child who couldn't hurt an innocent lady. Damn his mother and her manner-teaching. He sighed, and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Actually, no. He was protected by the Protectorate's laws....sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands."

Graxin couldn't track where her eyes were going--she wore a mask dammit-- so he was left with only the force to rely on. For once in his short time being the apprentice of the Emperor; it actually helped him. He caught the faintest inclination of what she might have been trying to do, and then he pounced. Quite literally so. The Infiltrator dove for her midriff in and attempt to hoist her over his shoulder in an attempt to, for lack of a better term, take her hostage. It was either this, or shoot the young lady and he wasn't particularly a fan of the latter.

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It wouldn’t be difficult to hoist the woman upwards. She probably wasn’t expecting the fellow to, you know, dive forward so rashly. Unfortunately for him, she decided it best to scream again. The poor tea tray would probably spill all up along the human’s chest as he hoisted her, so at least there was a bit of justice as he unceremoniously pulled her along. Linori punches at his back, yelling quite loudly for such a small woman. “This is –not- what I meant by rectify! Kindly sir, put me down!”

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So tea wasn't very comfortable. Neither were small, screaming blind women either. Graxin didn't really know how to shut her up, so he just let her do her thing. Everything was pretty much blown now. Oh, he was going to get so much osik for this. Maybe even beaten. The lady better be appreciative of this later! He kept her hoisted over his shoulder, ignoring her fists that seemed too enjoy his back quote a bit. Best assignemnet ever. His ship was directly below in one of the hanger bays, and now was better than later.

The stairs, however, were full of people. Graxin stared out the office window at tried to look for an opening in the crowd, but there simply wasn't one. Then there was the petite little thing making a show on his shoulder. "Y'know Jedi don't have to deal with this crap." He grumbled. The sticky wetness of the tea running all the way down his shirt certainly didn't help to lift his spirits. There was reallly only one option, and it wasn't exactly dangerous. It was just...uncomfortable.

Graxin turned toward the personal elevator, clicked the door open, and stepped inside. From there, it began to slowly descend toward the hanger bay. "Can you please...not do that with your mouth?"

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Linori swats at his back with a fist. Her long robes fluttered as she was strewn inside the elevator, dragging behind the pair like a parachute. "Tell me where we are going!" she shouts over her shoulder. She didn't seem like a person for theatrics, but when the time for acting like the damsel in distress may save you from a shanked neck, theatrics is the way to go. "Or at -least- put me down! There is a possible high probablity that I won't run away,"Linori persuades, lifting a finger matter-of-factly."Possible."

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Graxin stared at her sidelong. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his amber eyes drifted back to watch as the elevator descended to the lowest level. "And what's the probability that you will run?" He grumbled; wincing as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. Someone in charge had brought the thing to a halt. Lovely. Slowly. he set the woman down behind him. She was significantly smaller and unarmed...so hopefully she wouldn't be much of a problem. "We're going to my shuttle. It's this or I have to kill you, and I really don't want to do that."

He internally thanked himself for taking to time to practice telekinesis. Otherwise, they would have just been stuck in here. He held out both hands, and knit his brow in deep concentration. His head began to throb with pain, and his hands trembled; then suddenly, the elevator lurched. Then it was falling, but only for a moment before stopping as abruptly as before. Graxin sighed, and drew his retractable vibrosword from his jacket. The blade sprung forward, and he thrust it between the door gap. "Kriffing...door!" He continued to curse under his breath as he slowly pried the doors apart.

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Linori crosses her hands over her chest, watching the man pry the door open. So, he was a force user. She should had figured that earlier considering the strange color and force-like attributes radiating from his form. The miraluka scoffs rather loudly and leans back on her heels. “Can’t you simply wait here, kindly sir? I’d rather not be blamed for how you maimed my boss.” She doesn’t mention the possibly of running, considering she’d rather like to keep her head where it remained. Linori leans to the side, watching him struggle with the elevator. Maybe she could book it. Maybe. That was the original plan afterall.

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"Don't think so." Graxin grumbled to the woman. At least she was being polite. The doors wrenched open, and let the artificial light of the hanger sink through the doors. The hanger was rather empty, save for two small assault transports and a remodeled Imperial shuttle. "And don't worry. The blame will fall on the Sith. It tends to." With that said, Graxin turned back toward the smaller woman. Without a word, he hoisted her back over his shoulder and slid his blade back into his coat.

He began to jog toward the shuttle and its landing ramp began to hiss open. Oh, and running wasn't very comfortable when you were hoisted on a man's shoulder either. Lovely. "We're leaving. Hope you didn't like Naboo much."

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"So you're not a siTHOH--"she cries as she's oh-so-rudely hoisted back over the stranger's shoulder. She continues the new daily ritual of beating her fist into his back, hissing through her teeth. Linori peered upwards, non-existant eyes looking for other life forms to scream at. There seemed to be a mixture of workers near the back of the landing bay, but at this time of night, few ships were coming in and out, so they paid them no heed. She had no choice.

The miraluka heaved, filling her lungs with air. There it was. She was ready to scream, a deafening sound that would for sure bring races from Gungan to Human to them for miles. But just as Linori went to release the shout, she passed out, suddenly going limp in the man's arms as though the wind had been knocked out of her. Her kidnapper would probably question if she were even alive at this point, but no need to be alarmed. Linori was snoring.

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"I uh--" He glanced up over his shoulder as the woman went silent. For a moment, he panicked. He didn't exactly want the woman dead--no, not at all actually. The Infiltrator preferred that she survive. When he felt her chest rise and fall, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Scared me." He mumbled as he crossed over to his bronze painted Lambda-Class. It would do for a long trip. The workers stared at him from afar, but to them, he looked like another student taking his drunk significant other home.

The passenger bay was designed to at least be livable. A miniature refrigerator was built into one of the side compartments, along with a few cupboards stores with food. A tiny corner served as the kitchen, another held the Infiltrator's small bed, and in the center was a single couch positioned in front of the holovision. Graxin gently set the woman down on the leather couch, and made sure she wasn't going to fall when the ship launched. Satisfied, he went over toward the cockpit, plopped down in the chair, and closed the landing ramp. The ship rumbled as its drives came to life, and it slowly began to rise off of the ground.

Graxin glanced over his shoulder at the Miraluka and winced. what was he going to do with her?

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The miraluka was out cold, it seemed. She smiles dumbly in her slumber, as though she’d never been kidnapped. Perhaps she thought it had all been a dream, maybe it was. She had little idea they were leaving Naboo, and there was a high probability of freak out when she woke up this was indeed, real. Linori turns on her side, facing towards the back of the couch, white hair a jumble upon her head. There was little on her person save a satchel attached to her dark purple belt. Her scholarly robes fit her well, though the sleeves and tail were long like a gown. She didn’t quite seem fit for any sort of travel.
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The shuttle began to slip up into the air. It floated gently out of the hanger and over the beautiful waterfalls of Theed. Such a pretty planet, Graxin though. It was a shame what his father planned to do with it. When the Empire arrived, the planet would be reduced to nothing but molten glass. Graxin pushed that out of his mind for now, and set the shuttle on auto-pilot as they broke atmosphere. Within moments, they were soaring through hyperspace toward Mytus, the capital of the New Order. There, Graxin would report his success, and hide the Miraluka away in his private quarters.

And he still didn't know her name.

He pushed up from his chair, and strolled back to the passenger room. The infiltrator crouched down next to the woman, and lacking any real finesse, took to poking her in the back of the head. He wore a small attempt at an apologetic smile, and continued to try and stir her.

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She dreamt of space. Floating shipless past stars, planets and galaxies. It was cold, like what Linori thought space would feel like. She kept going and going, until suddenly, she stopped, frozen in the middle of whatever sector she had been lost in. Linori swiftly realized the planet below her zoomed in close, atmosphere and clouds fading past her form. The planet was made of fire, an inferno so heated her ghost-like self could feel the flames licking at her cheeks. A robed figure stood tall in the middle of the lava, standing atop a burning man who screamed. The figure rose, bright likes appearing from the sleeves. He swung both the lights down in an arc, and the screaming abruptly ended—as did her dream.

Linori wakes quickly as Graxin prods her head. She swings a hand across his face, shouting loudly. Her voice mingled with the ship engines as she backed up into the couch, the cold of space around the pair making it feel like she was seemingly in her dream. She couldn’t quite seem to wrap her head around what was real and what was not.

 

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Graxin took the slap without retaliation. His skin flared up a bright red where she had hit him, leaving a lovely handprint on his face. The apprentice's lips pressed into a thin line, and his voice lowered to a soft, gentle trill. "Hey, okay, I know what happened wasn't good, but your professor was getting people killed...and I didn't want to hurt you." He motioned all around them. "So I...took you on my ship. I'm Graxin, and you're safe...I'll uh...drop you off with credits wherever you want to go." Graxin driveled on without paused. He fell back on his haunches, and splayed his hands back against the flooring.

Something had spooked the girl, and it wasn't him. He could tell from the way she had awoken. He pursed his lips, and continued. "So...I'm sorry."

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Linori’s chest heaves as she quiets. She breathes heavily, staring at Graxin as he sat back on the ground. She shortly realizes she’d been dreaming, and now things were very, very real. She was aware of the chilling cold around her as they left home and entered space, suddenly missing the ugly fires of her vision. The miraluka wraps her arms about herself to try and keep warm, glaring at the human. She points accusingly with her slippered foot towards his chest. “You stay away from me,”she replies sternly, teeth chattering slightly, “and you take me home.” Probably not the best tone to take with a murderer. She seemed to recall that fact shortly after, and recoiled back against the couch. “Don’t tell me about my boss, I worked for the man, not you. You just..you know…killed him.”
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