Special Tactics and Reconn.... oh right, wrong Sci Fi universe...

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Spectre"]

Glyph sat upside down on the bench of Corellia as he counted each passerby, so far, up to a thousand and fif- oh wait, sixteen. He was waiting for a man whom simply refered to himself as Spectre, someone that Glyph was very interested in, someone who could help him put his skill with a computer to use. Information gathering was the game of spies, a hard game and one that really, Glyph had no reason to play... other to spy on governments he could and help those being harmed by their leaders, or infiltrate a criminal group and destroy them from the inside to remove them from the streets and protect those they hold in an iron Vice.... he needed this knowledge so he waited, up to a thousand and twenty-eight now.

 

[Ak'lya]

Depending on how much attention [member="Glyph"] was paying, he may notice a figure passing by him multiple times, each coming closer to him. Eventually, he would leave a simple note. On it was an address and a time. Nothing more. If he showed up, the Bothan would wait, concealed in shadows.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Spectre"]

Glyph sighed as he saw the note. "One of these kinds of people, i swear if i get shot at and trapped on an abandoned street with bobby trapped houses around me, never going to forget it." He smiled, laughing for a moment at anyone that unlucky as he moved towards the indicated address. Careful as he was heading through the doorway and glancing around at the shadows as he waited.

 

[Ak'lya]

(Is that a reference to our incident in Mos Espa?)

"So you want to learn about espionage." a voice from behind him spoke. Perched above the man, the shrouded figure moved slowly, carefully, to where he could move down. But before returning to the floor, he took the time to study [member="Glyph"]. He seemed a good sort. Not exactly agent material, but he would do.

"Tell me then, why should I teach you?"

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Spectre"]

(What? Noooooo,,, how could that be a reference to that, you are silly.)

"Simple, would you trust me if i was there to help you. Would you expect any malice or subterfuge from me?" He smiled, a kind and soft smile meant to calm someone and put them at ease. A thing he wore all the time, in pain, sadness, hate, happiness, love, no matter what the same kind smile was there, and the proof of what he was getting at. He may look like a good guy, someone who would hide nothing from you, and in completing that disguise by seemingly doing so is how he fools so many slavers and pirates in the first place.

 

[Ak'lya]

"Maybe. I've seen demons hide behind sweeter smiles." the bothan said before dropping down. "But answer me this: What would you do with these skills? Build your own empire? Steal from anyone? Overthrow governments? With enough skill, such things could be done, but what would you do?" The older man seemed to watch [member="Glyph"]'s reaction, as if he would read it. One of the many tricks that comes in handy with his line of work. People, especially humans, were stranger to read tan other Bothans, but it was still a relatively easy thing for someone as used to it as this old agent. "I must warn you, the life of a spy is not one of peace."

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Spectre"]

"Build an Empire? Gods no, im just looking to expand my skills so that if ever there came a need for the skills you posses that i can put them to use and not have to worry about it at all. Consider it thinking ahead." He smiled and looked at the Bothan in return, running his eyes over the cloaked shape and smiling wider.