War always awoke the sleeping beast, those searching for something more in life - for their seat at the table. To get to those coveted seats, people sometimes did the worst things imaginable. Those actions stirred souls, ones searching for righteousness in the galaxy - Peace. Allyson, despite her loyalties to the Alliance, was always a rebellious heart. In her youth, she was raised and trained by Ember Rekali during her time as a Spacer. The man was known to go against the grain, do what he wanted, and wasn't much of a family man.
Despite that, Allyson regarded the man as a father figure. He taught her nearly everything she knew - creating the basis for her future career.
A smile crossed the Corellian's face as she used the guise of her Force Camouflage; what would the old man think of her now? The adventures she's had, the friends she had made, and the things she had seen. Keep your ear to the ground, something he always told her and taught her. It saved her life more times than it didn't, also helped her avoid any awkward mornings from an overnight stay.
A small laugh echoed in the mountain range, almost coming from the spirits themselves. Allyson continued moving and climbing. The spy had never been to a place like Phaeda, only hearing rumors of it from the past. The landscape was perfect for hiding a group of rebels, ones that she wasn't too sure of where their allegiance belonged. At least she'd be able to assess them for the most part during the briefing. If they were something that needed to be put down - she could handle it.
Rebellions weren't too far outside her scope of expertise. Assassinate the leader; most of the time, the group would scatter. Allyson lifted herself and rested for a moment, despite everything - she had a good feeling about this. Through the years, she learned to trust it.
She could smell burning, which only meant she was close, and with the coordinates marked, she verified. Still invisible to the eye, she felt something familiar in the area.
Loske.
What was the blonde doing here? It was quite the sight of seeing two very known Alliance members being involved. The others were from other times and other places, but Loske and Maynard were the Alliance's poster children. Was the Alliance funding this small group? She hadn't seen anything pop up on any intel for the SIA - could be something new.
Loske spoke, latching onto the conversation the Major had opened up. It had been a while, but Allyson knew the Duros' face. Sadly, she doubted he knew hers. While in the first iteration of the Alliance, she was barely eighteen and spent most of her time in a Sith Prison from an SIS mission gone array. Allyson shook off the awkward feeling; she still wasn't over the little mishap at the Kiffar's party with the mess that was her love life.
Still, a question was asked, and Allyson felt like putting her two cents in. The Force around her dissipated, and the Corellian stood with her equipment hanging off of her. Dirt clung to her face as it was evident she had taken the more scenic route to the cavern. She worked on removing the gloves she wore and tucked them away.
"Mistakes? Pretty sure that's an easy question to answer. My first guess would be trusting traitors of an Empire, who also, in turn, betrayed those that were thinking they were on the way to rebuilding. Hard to feel sorry for the Sith that followed since the writing was on the wall, but still a bad way to play the game." Allyson flexed her fingers and moved closer to the group, "I do understand the Alliance's reasonings, of course, the enemy of an enemy - handling a situation without getting your hands dirty."
She looked towards the Duros Major, "Sounds familiar, doesn't it." Allyson had her reservations about the first Alliance and the newest one, but her loyalty remained - she was a soldier of the Galactic Alliance.
As she drew closer, Allyson sneezed several times. The last time she sneezed like this was when she was on a mission on Zeltros back with the Silver Jedi. She wrinkled her nose a few times and then caught Yula Perl from the corner of her eye. A soft sigh and Allyson rubbed the back of her neck, "Apologies," Allyson shifted and stood on the other side of Yula. Of the times to forget her allergy medicine. Holding a hand out and a smile, the Corellian introduced herself, "Allyson, it's a pleasure. You are?"