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Guys. the fastest way to get this thread taken off and not taken seriously is to start nitpicking about religeon and polotics. let's get back on the topic of
" We were told SGR were coming, but that was X time ago. A lot has changed, we want feedback and updates please"
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Eeg. Augh. I just thought of a horrible what-if, not a "What if an event hadn't happened" but "What if a different thing had"? And it's so awful I figured I should share it.
350 words. Spoilers for Sith Warrior Act 3 and Imperial Agent Act 2.
"My lord. I have an entry plan to reach the padawan Jaesa's parents. We will be able to eliminate them with a minimum of trouble, and their deaths should call to her and antagonize her into approaching us."
Ruth shook her head. "I won't. I can't. They're innocent. They're not even Jedi or soldiers. I can't just kill them in cold blood."
"This again," said Quinn. "You can, my lord, and you will." He looked past her to the closed door of the bridge, then back to her. "Keyword: sklirarchy. You will kill Gregor and Parvin Wilsaam."
The certainty of it plunged into her like a sword. She opened her mouth, suddenly sick, suddenly much more than afraid. After a long moment she managed to speak. "What have you done?"
He looked as expressionless as ever. "Over the weeks of our acquaintance, during my medical attentions to you, I have conditioned you with a program that compels your absolute obedience. You will not be able to harm me or Lord Baras. You will not be able to disobey any command that comes with the keyword. You will not be able to speak of this to anyone. Serve your master well, and the use of this keyword will be minimal. Resist again...and it will not go well for you."
She tried to scream for help, but her lungs wouldn't obey. Instead she sorted through things to say until she found something her voice could carry. "Then you weren't finished with Baras after all."
"The debts between us were cleared, my lord. This is a new arrangement. I ensure you stay on the path...and in return, what time and energy you have between assignments belongs to me." He looked her over and said, calmly, almost conversationally, "The possibilities are endless."
She wanted to scream. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything. But she couldn't, and she couldn't even move her hands to reach her lightsaber.
Quinn watched her with the faintest gleam of curiosity in his eyes. "That will be all." The corner of his mouth twitched upward ever so slightly. "Dismissed...my lord."
Notes:
"Sklirarchy" is, assuming I didn't butcher the construction, "rule by the cruel."
You know how some theorists think the Castellan restraints could explain Quinn's wildly idiotic trap? Well, why compel the lesser servant? Set up these restraints on the apprentice, and when the time comes to dispose of her - if Baras ever decides to dispose of such a thoroughly tamed beast - he can just order her to die. And so it comes about with a full-on monster reading of Quinn.
I rather wish my brain hadn't come up with it.i think the world might have shook from the force surge of the rage that generated in her. and id totally not put it past baras.
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This is very touching ^^
I need to get better! Work faster! =^.^=
Thank you all for your constant support
<3 Jedielf ^^
*circles round the thread like a shark scenting blood, waiting for more* 8)
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Vector as enemy makes for sad. Agent becomes Joiner is something I wanted to be in the actual game.
it makes me sad too, but still a thoughtful "what if". one small change of decision... and all that became, all that is, never would have happened. the theme of the prompt, yah? From Crez's standpoint, bonding with him took a lot longer than youd think by how i write about him, and there was nothing between them at that point in time. No traumatic heartbreak at the betrayal or death of a lover, just something that never happened, never knew would be missed. It's interesting thinking how crez would have developed in the agent story without vector, she would be a lot colder after the planets and events went by.
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same here /noshame
^ this
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* waits patiently, twiddling thumbs* :3
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Haha! I'm surprised anyone remembered. Yeah, there were definitely hands. Nic is far from shy.
@Crezelle Well, there's a hell of a road not traveled. Spoilers for the quest:
In game, of course, Vector will side with the Empire over the hive. Wynston defended Cortess on the grounds that, well, that's what they agreed to, nobody changes terms on the Empire. And when I found out Vector was coming with me I immediately felt terrible. I just forced the guy into this horrific betrayal of half of what he is, and now I'm taking him with me to use at my whim. Our first few conversations were a lot of me saying "Uh...are you okay? Because, um, that was harsh, and I did what I had to do but I know it was brutal of me to force that choice, and this is...are you sure you're okay?"
Happily, we ended up best friends. Because apart from the Cortess hiccup, we saw eye to eye on almost everything (except on my "I'm especially angry at the world and this plot line" days. *blam blam blam*)
Meanwhile, I imagine Doctor Lokin would've been really sad to find out that Cortess and its vineyards were absorbed. I bet he would know exactly the virtues and drawbacks of Cortess wines specifically.
Indeed, honestly
i still think about that day, and wonder why he had to pull that demand at that moment. Killiks, and joiners to a lesser extent, can't be dishonest, but one can be dishonest by not saying anything. I really hope it was just him having his head so far stuck in the hive that he was oblivious to the concept that the smpire and other's didnt also assume that the house would be given to the killiks. he did seem surprised when crez hesitated.
She didn't want to do it, she was very much satisfied with the gesture the head of the house made by slaying his wife right in front of her.
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Secret Agent Blue Booty, representing!
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@Crezelle Wow, poor poor Vector... He didn't make it so you just had to... Nevermind. Great story!
not so much " didn't make it" as " decided to side with the hive" i guess i was too vague on it =\
and iuno, it's far less traumatic killing just another contact who didn't agree with you on a planet, rather than someone you knew for years, and learned to love and trust. this story is basically " if that happened, she would just move on and never know what could have been"
on the plus side, i totally picture her and kaliyo getting plastered on the thranthras, and screaming cusses at the snotty nobles, throwing mud bombs on their pristine clothes as they dive bomb them>:3
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@Crezelle did you just... did you just k... umm he wasn't with you when you got back to your ship... I take it he was simply unconscious and Keeper thought "Well he sucks at fighting, no need to force him on Cipher" right? .... right?
hey,. it's " what if" day lol
nope, kill all the things, get back with kaliyo, get back to work as usual, never know what she missed .
thank goodness it's only what if
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and since we seem to be on a vector roll...i might as well~
What if... at house cortess
also crossed with " what's in a name"
Dictionary definition of the word "Vector"
an insect or other organism that transmits a pathogenic fungus, virus, bacterium, etc
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"Agent... We- I .. Must know if you intend to oppose us. If you do, the nest WILL fight to defend it's claim."
Why must things always be so complicated? The contact for Alderaan had been more than co-operative the entire time. Of course there had to be a catch. There is always a catch. She read up beforehand about the nature of the species he was...absorbed into. The killiks biggest drive was to expand. Always expand, and always populate. Another fact that the joiner confirmed in the confrontation they were in now, is that the killiks don't recognise transgressions on an individual level; if one member of a group transgressed, the entire group was guilty. The offending member of Cortess had been neutralised, sacrificed, even, in front of the agent in a humble gesture of apology and defeat. But according to the man before her, that didn't matter; a member of Cortess, the entire house, it makes no difference.
He knew better than that, right? He was a shining example of a diplomat before, so he couldn't be that ignorant.He still knew how to lead a wrong impression in his favour, so he still had his wits about him. To demand payment for assistance AFTER it has been given, and then trying to reason that the killiks don't know any better.... Did he actually think that nobody would mind if him and his little flea circus took over an entire estate town, even assuming that everyone wanted that course of action? Again, he was merely hiding behind the feigned ignorance of this hive he had his head stuck in. This whole planet be damned; even the bugs are trained in treachery. She curled her lips back in a frustrated snarl.
As an agent, she should NEVER take things at face value.
" I'm not letting you take these people."
" Very well... We understand"
The man and killiks drew their weapons, his a bladed pole arm, and together faced the agent and the Cortess guards, each side assembling in formation, squaring off for battle.
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" Hey agent! These blasted thrantras won't fit in the cargo bay, let's just ride em ragged while we empty out these crates of brandy i also pinched off that fortress and then just ditch em?"
" How much did you manage to get your hands on?"
" Enough to load down the 2 thranthras the entire way back to the hangar! Come on! "
Crezelle grinned slightly. Kaliyo was nuts, but she proved to be a good teacher on how to unwind after a hard fought battle.
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Kaliyo and Kaas
Kaliyo…
How in the galaxy did she get stuck with her? How did keeper reason that such a loose canon would be an asset?
Ether way, it was the lot Crez had been given, and she would accept it. She always accepted the decisions of her superiors. This was pushing it, but she will complied. There were terms in the contract Kaliyo had brought up at HQ, so there might be more to her than she was given.
Ether way, she didn’t ask about the details of the mission; she followed and shot. And she was street smart. And perhaps, maybe, she was fun to be around when in the proper mood. They even jokingly agreed on a system to share the men encountered; Kaliyo gets the rich ones, Crez gets the smart ones.
” What if we find a man that’s both rich and smart?”
Kaliyo simply grinned.
…. Definitely can’t trust her.
Dromund Kaas
It was actually a very beautiful planet. Perhaps if one were to take out the feuding sith lord battles, slave rebellions, secretive cult communes, and the never ending sense that you are being watched, the slightest wrong move would get you ether incarcerated, or shot on the spot by guard droids. Other than that, quite stunning.
Dromund Kaas is owned by sith. Sith get into everything. She learned her job was to keep collateral dammage to a minimum, and to clean up after the sith.
One in particular, Darth Jadus, had given interest to the new agent, she could only speculate it was because she was an alien, a novelty. He had directly requested she head the missions he ordered, and even requested she have an audience with him.
He was imposing, his voice both lulling and assertive. He spoke of great ambitions, and a future in his image. She was scared. She would not speak of her fear, for that was revealing a weakness, but he sensed it, smelled it. He told her it was the powers of the dark side overwhelming her, and she would be a vessel of it. This meeting was an inoculation.. a baptism almost. She would bow to him and accept it.
She bowed, but only out of fear. Fear, and her ingrained training to front as whatever type of person that is needed to reach an objective the most efficiently. She did not want to be any part of this sith’s game, but she knew refusing him would only bring disaster. Perhaps she could fade out of his interest as time went by, and he found a new target of fancy, or outright find an excuse to move out his radar in a future mission.
As luck had it, her chance to escape the sith’s unwanted attentions had not only appeared, but were made absolute. He was dead. A terrorist cell managed to take down his massive flagship, with thousands of souls on board. Had Jadus had some premonition to the attack? He had sent Crezelle to crack down on a wing of terrorists, which in hind sight had been a red herring to draw attention away from the attack on the ship.
Relief had to wait. Crezelle now had the burden of cracking down on the killers of her past fear.
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Another one featuring my agent
What If...a member of your crew was not who he pretends to be? (contains major spoilers from the IA storyline)
Sorry for the long post
“Are you alright?”
Vector was standing in the doorway leading to the ship's holo room. Lilith was fidgeting with the controls of the display and she did not answer, lost in her thoughts.
“Agent?” he asked once more
She suddenly looked up, torn from her own inner turmoil
“Vector...sorry, I was just...”
What was she doing? She was not sure as her hands moved over the controls. It was a way to keep hold of reality as she had to do something to keep her mind occupied. The last few weeks had been taxing: being undercover changes all rules and all loyalties. She had seen what most people would never even dream of, she had to make decisions that changed her, the type of decisions that leave marks difficult to remove. Yet, she knew that she would be the only one to bear such scars as she had not revealed much to the rest of the crew wanting to keep them away from the brutal reality.
Each had a different reaction to her choice: the ensign would just follow orders, like a good soldier. Lokin would accept her decisions but Lilith knew that the good doctor had way more experience in matters on imperial intelligence. Yet, he never asked questions. Many times she had wondered why, but then she came to realise that someone who has spent so many years as an agent knows better than to ask questions. If Lokin wanted to know something, he did not need to ask.
Scorpio was more intent on understanding human nature and evolution. Her own. Working with a fully developed AI was interesting, to say the least, and Lilith saw such cooperation as an experiment, just as Scorpio had intended.
Kaliyo was not the sort of person to ask too many questions. She was always the one to remind her that she had joined the crew for her own reasons and she enjoyed the freedom of shooting people in the face and getting paid for it.
And then there was him, Vector. A diplomat, a joiner. He was different from the others as he always seemed in control, always calm in every situation and during her last few weeks, he had become a peaceful haven and refuge from the storms outside. His presence was comforting and she found herself leaning on him more that she wanted to admit.
“If you want us to leave, just say so.” he said, interrupting her train of thought once more
“No, Vector. Stay”
Lilith looked at him, a frown crossing her face “Do you know why we have to go to the Star Chamber?” she questioned bluntly
“We are not entirely sure but we believe that it is important, otherwise you would not have made such decision” he replied.
Lilith was not surprised by his response as many times he had come up with such matter-of-fact answers. Yet, she was not reassured.
“Do you want to know?” she asked after a moment of silence
“We will listen if you want to tell us”
“Damn it Vector! Yes or no?” her frustration was surfacing and he was taken by surprise by such outburst
“We...would like to.” he paused “There are a lot of things we would like to ask but we always thought that most of your decisions are shrouded due to the nature of your assignment”
He was right and she knew it. Too much had been hidden, all the files, the encrypted documents, the recordings. All this secrecy was at times a lot to bear for one mind but this was what she had been trained for. Yet, all the training in the world could not have prepared her for what she had to endure while undercover and she had still trouble coping with the mental conditioning.
Watcher X warned her, saying that no one is worth of trust, that once you are an agent, you can only rely on yourself but she did not really believe that. She had come to rely on her crew and they had followed her into the line of fire many times, without questions or hesitation. No, Watcher X had to be wrong.
“We have to go to because we need to stop Hunter. He is part of something that could destroy the galaxy as we know it. And...” she paused as memories suddenly made her flinch “...and I have a score to settle with him.”
“What...sort of score?”
She looked at him for a long moment before replying “While undercover, he used my mental conditioning against me and against the SIS. He never had any trouble in...forcing me to obey his commands”. She did not expect to be so hard to admit it.
“We do not know what it was like but...it is not easy to be forced to obey”
“It's like having someone else in your head, someone who takes over and controls your actions. It is difficult to explain...” Why would he understand, she asked herself.
“We do understand” he replied, almost as if he had read her thoughts “When we first joined with the hive, it was difficult at first, We heard the song for the first time and we were unsettled. However, the hive never forced us to go against our will.”
A smile crept across her lips “If you want to put it that way, I guess mine was like a forced joining. Without the song or the freedom. Anyway...” she cut short “...I need to do a gear check”
“Of course” he replied “You know were to find us if you need us”
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The fight had been quick. Lilith was now standing in the conference room were, a moment before, she had listened to the members of the Star Cabal laying their plan for the galaxy. He was there, her target. Or had been for he had managed to escape leaving the others behind. Typical, she thought, Hunter was not someone for direct action as he preferred to sit in the shadows and let others do his dirty work. However, he was still in the base and, surprisingly enough, had challenged her to come and find him.
“You are not escaping this time, Hunter...” she said to no one in particular.
“Give me a moment, Agent”. Lokin was busy trying to slice into a terminal
“What's going on Doc?”
“I'm downloading the plan of the station. Hopefully, this will give us the quickest way to Hunter”
“Good. Let's make it quick. I'm sure Hunter has activated all sorts of security”. She reloaded her rifle.
“One more moment....aha!”
“Doc? Don't leave me hanging...” she interjected while scanning the area. She could almost hear Watcher X telling her to scan for any potential opponents, potential exits or structural weaknesses, anything that might be turned into an asset, just like he had done some time ago, the first time they had met on Nar Shaddaa.
“I have activated the life scans. Three targets and, with two being us, the third must be Hunter. Central chamber and he seems stationary” the agent in Lokin had taken over since they had first landed and he was analysing the plan for any hazards on the way “It would seem that the station is on full alert. I pick up defense droids, and some sort of power surge coming from one of the corridors leading to the central hub”
“Traps” she said, answering a question that had no need to be asked
“Most likely”. Lokin used his datapad to download some of the information. “There, I have what we need”
Lilith somehow knew that he did not just download a map of the area “All we need?”. Disconnecting from the console, Lokin replied “Come on Agent, it is not every day that you come across such information”
She smirked. “Let's move Doc”
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Entering the central chamber had not been easy between the waves of droids, laser traps and trapped floors but they had both managed to finally face Hunter. Lilith had expected a tough fight and she had not been disappointed but, eventually, her target had been defeated.
Hunter was on one knee, holding his right side where her last bullet had torn flesh and bone. She approached him, kicking his weapon to the far wall. Victory was sweet.
“I must admit...” he croaked “...you have been a tenacious adversary. I should have taken steps to eliminate you earlier.
“Bad mistake” she replied
“Yes, indeed.” he pause and then smiled “You have won. But do not believe that the fight is over”
“It is. Now, give me the Black Codex”
He chuckled “It's over there, take it.” he pointed at a console “The result won't change. The Empire and the Republic will destroy each other and our work will not have been for naught.
“Our work?” she interrupted him “Your so called colleagues are dead. I have killed them not long ago in the conference room or have you forgotten? The Star Cabal is over and done”
“They were pawns. We will die today but before we do, let us show you something” Hunter pressed a device on his armor and his image shimmered.
A holoimage, she thought. Clever. The ultimate disguise. But when it disappeared, her heart sank for nothing had prepared her for such a revelation. She was still pointing her side arm at his head but she was no longer staring into cold, human eyes. They had been replaced by blackness, an all too familiar one.
To her side, Lokin stood motionless as a creepy silence fell over the scene. A chill ran down her spine as she took a step backward and then froze. She wanted to believe that this was just a dream, a nightmare. Her mind tried to cope with the vision, trying to make some sense of it but it was too much. A tear streaked across her cheek. Why was she crying? This was all a bad dream after all. There was no reason to cry.
But she was not waking up. Reality was staring up at her, a bleeding wound on his right side.
“Why?” she asked, her voice a barely audible whisper “Why?”
Vector coughed, blood spattering on the floor. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he continued
“You do not know what it means to be one of us. To be seen as nothing, to be hunted to extinction...”
“Don't give me that!!” she shouted, tears now flowing freely “You used me! You...you were...” the lump in her throat had grown too big and she was unable to speak.
“There is nothing more to be said, Agent. Do what you came here to do”. He closed his eyes.
She knew that all she had endured had led to this, the final moment where she would have completed her mission. Hunter was dead and the Black Codex had been secured but it was not that simple. She just had to squeeze the trigger one more time and her objective would be complete but she no longer felt the gun in her hand. Her body was numb from pain, the kind of pain that cannot be countered with a shot of kolto. The same kind of pain that stays with you, forever engraved within you. A sense of light-headedness was taking over and she was giving in.
She would have continued to fall had it not been for the sharp sound that sent a jolt through her body. She managed to refocus her sight. Vector was now laying on the floor, dead. Lokin had fired his blaster thus putting an end to the Star Cabal once and for all.
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That night she sat in her room realising the truth of what Watcher X had told her once. “Trust no one”. And he had been right all along.
if THAT didn't fully harden Crez into a full blown heartless machine of an agent, i don't know what would.
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Yes but some of the imps really insult all cathar like saying they are all weak. I'm sure a cathar player would have something to say to that.
they say that about every playable alien race, even chiss
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And I'm betting you never thought you'd like Buyboy- I mean... Vector, so much.
In my headcanon, Pyrotech Bounty Hunters laugh maniacally while setting everything on fire.
in my headcanon, operatives still giggle
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Problems drawing Vector's face?
SOLVED
http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/228/5/9/vector___crezelle_by_kabeone-d5bdvhv.jpg
............. i love you <3
thats so lovably silly <3
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don't make me draw vector...i can't capture his face =[
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In my headcanon, Imperial Intelligence has "Shadow" Agents, which are basically space ninjas.
i tell people im not a sw fan, but when i started tor, i never realised that i had the need to fulfil the fantasy of being a sexy space ninja smurfette.
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INSTACHISS
lmao <3
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I just...I'm just....I need to go write an Agent fan fic were he doesn't die.....Gorgeous pic Kabe!
*giggle* ayup
and yus, i lurv that pic
i wish i was confident drawing human faces.....
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Nicely done Crez!Yay at this thread and I love your agent's backstory!
hehe thanks, i had to explain away the fact one of crez's kids was dark blue and tall, while her latter 2 (so far) kids were fair skinned and black haired. not to mention you get to tease vector about some mysterious " man at home"
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Crez! Squee!
The real question is, are you making substantially the same gameplay choices with the new incarnation? There's so much potential content to cover...
prolly, but i'll do some esc'ing out
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in my headcanon, each comp gets their own room. except skadge. he has to sleep on the floor. oddly he doesn't mind.
In my headcanon, my agent totally jacked karagga's little spider mech for her own mount, and parks on the mailbox nonstop with it.
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why am i doing this lol. I never wrote fan fiction untill this forum. i failed english, a few times. I can't organise my writing worth a crap. oh well you was warned.
basically im redoing my agent on another server, and i figured maybe would be fun to do a planet-by planet write up of my main's journey. *shrug*
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The Chimera: a beast of legend is often depicted as great lion with the heads of a goat and serpent also sprouting from it’s back and tail. In more recent terms, it can be used to describe any creature made up of the parts of many others. It can symbolise both confliction of incompatible elements forced to work as one, or harmony despite the fact.
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Kurez’eru’da.
She discarded that name. She discarded her family, her culture.
She was young and had blundered. To be a chiss was to be able to not let one’s emotions hinder action. She was too soft hearted, too impressionable, and too dependant on those around her.
She was to be exiled because of it. Because she let her emotions get the better of her, and had become intimate with her partner in the secret police. She was careless and the affair had left her with child. She could have held cover if she had the proof of her interactions snuffed out, a simple injection and it would be gone, but her heart was too soft.
But as soft as she was, she was effective. Outside her shame, she was notorious amongst those in the system. To waste her talents on a momentary slip of judgement was impracticable. Silently, swiftly, she was sent off to the empire.
Her family still loved, still cared. Even her former lover was insistent to keep in touch, even asking to marry before she left. Her child would be in good hands. But she had to cut them off completely. Her new work makes enemies. If she wanted to protect them, all ties to her past had to be cut.
She was no longer Kurez’eru’da, she was Crezelle.
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Hutta. Her first mission.
From the moment she stepped off the shuttle, till she left the planet, the entire mission was… grungy. Open gunfights in the streets between hutt gangs. Smugglers, spice sellers, thugs, mercenaries and every flavour of ill repute pandered openly in the cantinas. Every surface and element of the planet itself was tainted with pollution and debris.
But the empire had interest in this planet, and so she went to work. Like the beast with different heads, she switched into the role of a rogue pirate. She paid homage to the local hutt, her mark, solidified her image with seduction, dealing with spice traders, and being a gun for hire for small jobs. She played a game of words with an abrasive ratataki. She tugged at political strings like a puppeteer, priming a receptive lieutenant of the hutt to imperial persuasion, then bringing him to favour.
Or at least she would, if those sith would learn to not meddle in affairs. The pawn she was priming to sway the hutt to imperial favour was compromised due to some young sith punks having fun. The man’s sons were left dead and crippled. By sith. No way he would ally with the empire now. He was to vanish. She promised herself to harden up, to follow orders, and not compromise on morals alone.
But he only had to disappear, right? Keeper wouldn’t notice if there was no body? Just tell the pawn to run and not be seen, and everything would be ok!
Not really. Soon after, she got a letter from Keeper, suspicious about an incident soon after, that while circumstantial, was still too close for comfort. Why else was the surviving son’s hospital room stormed by mercenaries, coming in and retrieving the boy.
Crez sighed. She HAD to harden up.
I rather wish my brain hadn't come up with it.
Event is over, what was your haul?
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2 sets of sandman gear, both pets, the speeder, 2 bows, and 200 red sparklies.
i... expect to see boxes every corner i turn.