Training Day [GL1TCH]

[thegreatbeyonder]

Some backwater world...

Streets wove together with tall buildings in between. Sitting at the heart of a city is one alley unlike any other, this alley provided the known entry way into a building simply labeled InterGalactic Exports. "Arian you karkin' cheater!" A man throws down his pazaak cards in outrage. "Hey, hey! Don't hate the player..." Arian dismisses his angry playing partner who proceeds to march off and find a different playing table.

Now that he had pissed off every single patron in the room, the spacer sighed and slunk back into the metal chair. He wasn't here to play cards all day--despite how much he'd rather be doing just that. No, he had an appointment to keep. As a trusted veteran of the Couriers organisation, sometimes Arian had to take recruits under his wing as they underwent their initiation mission.

Only this time he hoped it'd be someone... Well, saner.

 

[FlowerPower]

The teeming masses of people around Glitch were so utterly content. Walking, talking, loving, living.

Except they weren't, not really.

The men and women who surrounded the Slicer walked where they were allowed to. They spoke about topics which their superiors deemed acceptable, loved who they were allowed to love, and lived lives pre-approved and plotted out neatly for them.

Glitch may have had a computer stuck to her brain and nodes attached to her spine, but she was still more human, more alive than any of them would ever be.

Unless, of course, she had something to say about it. That was why she was here, on this backwater world, instead of nice and safe in her lair back on Coruscant. Maybe it was her long list of heroic deeds, all part of a one woman effort to destabilize oppressive regimes across the Galaxy (Those same regimes called it 'cyberterrorism,' but of course they would, wouldn't they?). Maybe it was her outspoken and brave-hearted Holonet radio program, Free Galaxy, centered around analyzing so called 'Conspiracy Theories.' Whatever the reason, Glitch had been contacted by the elusive Couriers. She'd heard whispers of them - almost everyone in the circles she traveled had. A group dedicated to really taking the fight to the enemy, to uncovering the truth. Some 'Net Rebels thought that the Couriers were a myth, but Glitch had always been a believer - and it seemed like that had paid off.

Icy blue eyes, too perfect to be real, surveyed the area. Data fed itself to Glitch, courtesy of the extensive HUD system she had installed in her cybereyes. Facial Expressions, Body Language, Heart Rate, Current Mood - everything she needed to get the edge in a social situation, all in one neat little overlain box that popped up helpfully when the Slicer focused on a face for a second or two.

Oh! Right there, at the Pazaak table - that was the man she was looking for. Arian, or at least that was the name she was given. She doubted he'd be stupid enough to disclose his real name to a possible spy.

Glitch's approach was casual, her introduction even more so. A pair of combat boots, worn and well used, propped themselves up on the table as their wearer leaned back in the chair opposite Arian. Her voice had a thick, thick Undercity accent, alongside a healthy dose of playfulness.

"You awake, handsome?"

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[member="Arian Lenar"]

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

Arian stacked his pazaak cards back into something which resembled a deck, having already 'neatly' piled his credit chips onto one corner of the table. His attention is quickly snatched by the accented voice. "Hmm?" He hums, looking up to the wild-haired woman staring at him with her icy blue eyes. "As awake as I'll ever be," he blinked a few times successively just to make sure she was real. "Can I help you...?"

It wasn't love at first sight, although it could be mistaken for it, rather he was awestruck to see such an eccentric woman standing before him. Someone who didn't seem to fit the demeanor of his colleagues. Not that the couriers didn't have its fair share of what the galaxy refers to as whack jobs, but she was by far the most outstanding of them. As in.. She stood out.

It can't be her, can it? Arian thought to himself, wondering if she was the raw recruit he was meant to take under his wing.

If so, Arian was in for another ride...

He wasn't the only one staring at the new girl. Other patrons within the room peeked over their pazaak hands, glancing between unclever taunts to one another and pretending they were doing anything but staring at her.