NontheistCleric
 OOC Thread 

 
Sun breaks over the scaffold-ridden skyline of Coruscant, streaking orange and crimson against the fleeing blue of night. Reconstruction has been ongoing since the Sith Empire's withdrawal a year before, but the damage to the city's infrastructure will take some time yet to repair.

Unbeknownst to the common folk, the Sith virus is not wholly purged from their capital. Imperial infiltrators scurry through the planet-city's sublevels, far from the splintered Senate's eye. Sleeper agents dot the armed forces' ranks and treacherous politicians plot collaboration. The Strategic Information Service does their best to root out these rogue elements, but they are overstretched and stymied at every turn.

This apartment in the Senate district, the residence of one Lorm Gavontra, is the elusive nexus of all their frustrations. Gavontra is a noblewoman of Alderaan, a traitor to her house and to the Republic at large–but her true and terrible calling is as a Lord of the Sith. In an ostensible stroke of good fortune, hers was one of the few units spared ruination by the Empire's sack.

As the first rays of morning tinge the walls of Gavontra's home fiery red, the characteristic beeping of an incoming holocall sounds from her study. The pattern is familiar, subtly unique. Only one caller merits this secret alert tone.

Darth Vengean wishes to speak.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
So, we begin. Both of you are in the apartment at this moment, doing whatever you're doing when the call comes in. If you're sleeping, the sound wakes you up.
 
Vorpal Glaive
 Lorm Gavontra 

Having summoned her apprentice, Vecta, for pre-dawn discussion on their destiny, Lorm Gavontra was revealing the hierarchical nature of both the Senate and the Sith to Vectra. As they chatted a housekeeping droid approached with a tray of freshly-prepared Nubussian cocoa, munch-fungus loaf and Gruuvan Shaal: all Twi-Leki delights.

Lorm smiled at Vecta,  "Both of these, Sith and Senate, are but stairways that lead the tireless climber to control. Power without control is mere vanity. Also always remember: the world doesn't control your mind, YOU do. If you search your feelings you will find strength in this."  As she reached for cocoa, the chime sounded and standing she told Vecta,  "Please enjoy this meal and think on my words. I will be back." 

Lorma then walked to her bedroom, closed the door and kneeling answered the call,  "What is your bidding my lord?" 
NontheistCleric
Darth Vengean's blue-toned image flickers to life above the holoterminal. Seated behind his slab of a desk, he is dressed as casually as a Dark Lord ever is, his corpse-like face unhelmed and attire more robe than armor.

"Gavontra," he intones. "Good to see you. How is life in enemy territory?"

The sound quality seems somewhat poor. There is some kind of distortion or interference in the background.

 
 Spoiler: Perception DC 15 
The 'distortion' is actually the sound of someone choking off-camera.
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Quick note on Old Republic era Sith titles: All Sith are called 'my lord' by common Imperials, but Lord is also a rank above untitled Sith within the Sith hierarchy, and only Darths of the Dark Council are Dark Lords. When addressing a Dark Councillor as 'Dark Lord', their name is not appended to the title.
 
Vorpal Glaive
 Lorm Gavontra 

Even with her head bowed Lorm can hear the dread situation of someone off-screen,  "All is well Dark Lord. The treaty has created a noticeable division among the Senate which can be exploited by the Sith. I long to serve you in any manner required."  Understanding Darth Vengean's power and position Lorm makes sure to display complete loyalty to him.
NontheistCleric
Vengean gives a deep, hearty chuckle. Despite his cadaverous appearance and advanced age, he remains a hulk of a man, filled with the unnatural vigor of the Dark Side.

"I am pleased to hear it," he says. "If Baras's spirit yet clings to existence, he must be satisfied that his last work did not go to waste–or writhing in frustration that his slayer should benefit from it so."

Then he is serious again.

"Unfortunately, I have not called to repay your fair tidings."

The camera swivels, revealing a man in black Sith battle-wear suspended in midair, grasping futilely at his gorget. Ironically, even if his hands could somehow forestall the rupturing of his windpipe, his armor prevents them from getting anywhere near. Already a trickle of blood is running from the corner of his mouth.

The choking stops abruptly, sending him crashing to the stone floor. A carpet Vengean chose not to drop him on is visible just an inch to the left.

"Enlighten Gavontra on your failure," the Dark Lord's voice sounds from behind the camera.

Gasping for air, the man struggles to all fours. As his face relaxes from its rictus of agony, Gavontra recognizes him as Lord Ilsen, one of Vengean's apprentices. She has met him once before, on a visit to Dromund Kaas. All signs of the composed and taciturn Sith he was are gone, his face flushed, hair dishevelled and gone gray, and eyes bulging, shot through with red.

"My daughter..." he pants. "My daughters have stolen information on Imperial operations and fled to Republic space... I believe... they mean... to defect. Your name... was mentioned in files... Lord Gavontra."

With that, Ilsen breathes his last, his body slumping onto the ground. Slowly, the camera turns back to Darth Vengean.

"You see the problem," he says. "Now more than ever, rely only on the agents in your personal network. Darth Jadus has heretofore been content to allow you free rein on Coruscant. Fail to contain this leak and he will have an ironclad excuse to seize control of all our intelligence operations. Pains have been taken to prevent Imperial Intelligence from learning of this, but they will catch on sooner rather than later.

"Ilsen's daughters are not alone. They have taken with them two slaves from his household. The relevant details are in your computer."

He leans forward, and even through the blue, Gavontra can imagine his eyes burning yellow in the blackened pits of their sockets.

"Make haste, Gavontra."

The call ends.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
The final version of the Treaty of Coruscant was penned by Darth Baras, shortly before Gavontra slew him.

Darth Jadus is the Dark Councillor in charge of Imperial Intelligence. He is known to be particularly enigmatic, acting and speaking in ways that seem incomprehensible, if not outright insane, even for a Dark Lord. While his influence within the Sith Order itself is lacking (he possesses only a single apprentice, his daughter), he controls Imperial Intelligence, an agency which is responsible for the vast majority of Imperial intelligence operations (but not all), and his personal might is rumored to surpass any Sith save the Emperor.

Gavontra's personal network, not counting the Republic people she manipulates to accomplish her ends, mostly consists of a spy ring built by Darth Baras before his demise. Although formidable, it does not approach the scope or capability of Imperial Intelligence. As Dark Councillor in charge of Military Offense, Darth Vengean particularly values having covert operatives under his personal command.
 
BananaPhone
   Vecta 


The green twi'lek had spent hours watching the sunrise peek up atop the towering crags of Coruscants skyline, the amber hue spilling across the landscale of steel and glass to kiss her green-skinned figure leaning in the window. Her eyes, bright and wide as they were, soaked it all up, picking out the scrapers that had large sections of their bodies reduced to blackened skeletons from the invasion and subsequent occupation by the Sith Empire - an assault that she had helped facilitate and execute. She had not basked herself in limelight glory, swinging her weapno around during the assault on the Jedi Temple, or soaring across the atmosphere in a fighter and blasting Republic defense ships out of the sky, though a deep-seated part of her wished that she had. No, instead her job had been one of subterfuge and misdirection. For the months prior to landfall, Vecta had been a smiling, pretty twi'lek face talking to guards and charming targets, learning codes, copying keys and piecing together routines and systems related to the planetary defense grid, before passing on all she had accumulated towards her master, Lorm, who in turn funneled it towards Imperial Intelligence.

And as could be seen from the view, it had all been worth it.

Pulling herself away from the window, Vecta approached the table at which her master was seated and put herself down opposite. Though such informality was against decorum back on Dromund Kass, and perhaps even within the high halls of Alderanean nobility, here the cover of the two as Senator and her young personal assistant had become more casual.


 "Both of these, Sith and Senate, are but stairways that lead the tireless climber to control. Power without control is mere vanity. Also always remember: the world doesn't control your mind, YOU do. If you search your feelings you will find strength in this." As she reached for cocoa, the chime sounded and standing she told Vecta, "Please enjoy this meal and think on my words. I will be back." 

The twi'lek gave a nod, wearing her characteristic smirk.

 "Yes master..."  came her soft voice as she looked at breakfast before them, picking up a coffee and applying a generous helping of sugar to it before sipping.

 "Power without control is vanity..."  she repeated to herself quietly, eyes fixated on the frothed, chesnut-colored and sweet liquid before her.
NontheistCleric
Opening the datafiles, Gavontra sees that they have been written in a hurry, likely by Ilsen himself, given a slip in voice in the second daughter's file. Four pictures are included, one for each of Ilsen's daughters, one showing the slaves, and one of the ship they left Dromund Kaas on.

 
 Spoiler: File 1: Abstersine Ilsen 
Abstersine Ilsen's picture includes her sister Secori, the latter partially cropped out. Abstersine is a shade taller and wiry, with black hair cut in a messy bob. Blazing red cameras stare from where her eyes should be, and each radiates a spider of cybernetic circuits across the patchwork of pale scar tissue that is her face. She wears the close-fitting training garments of a Sith acolyte.

 17 years of age. In preparation to enter the Sith Academy on Korriban, Abstersine has been trained since birth in the Dark Side. She is a competent lightsaber combatant and student of the body-strengthening arts of Marka Ragnos. Minor technical ability, as she has been required by her father to maintain her own cybernetics. 
 

 
 Spoiler: File 2: Secori Ilsen 
In her picture, Secori Ilsen is a smiling girl in a plain robe. She shares her older sister's black hair, but her face is intact and she gives a general impression of better health, being slightly fuller of body and ruddier of complexion than Abstersine.
 
16 years of age. Non-Force-sensitive. Although Secori should have enlisted in the military, I allowed her to stay home to tend my ailing wife. She had accumulated enough medical knowledge to successfully poison her mother before the girls left. No combat ability. 
 

 
 Spoiler: File 3: Slaves 
The third file contains a grainy picture caught by a spaceport security camera, probably of the girls' escape from Dromund Kaas. Two of them match the images of Abstersine and Secori Ilsen. The other two must be the slaves they have in tow.

The data on the first reads:

 Ulse, Human (suspected alien admixture)
Adolescent. Severe malnutrition, brown hair prematurely greying. Dark brown skin. Vertical slave brand across lips.
 
She must be the smallest one in the picture.

The second's details read:

 Syraga, Zabrak (Imperial breed)
Adolescent. Red skin, dark red hair. Enslaved too young to have ritual tattoos. Slave brand on forehead, over scar nubs from extracted horns. 

Syraga is about Secori's height. Despite a slave's diet, the zabrak's robust metabolism seems to have adapted.
 

 
 Spoiler: File 4: Starship used in escape 
 Corellian Engineering XS Stock, light freighter. Captain registered with Imperial authorities with name of Irkal–suspected alias. Imperial variety female Zabrak, mid-twenties to early thirties. Quadruple forehead horns and ritual tattoo patterns on cheeks. Presumed to have collaborated with the Ilsen sisters. 

There is no picture of the zabrak captain.
 

 
 Spoiler: File 5: Appropriated files 
 Transcript of Dark Council Session of 4/6/0 ATC, original copy in Darth Vengean's possession  (where Gavontra slew Darth Baras, clearly not something Ilsen was supposed to have),  Rylon report, 2/7/0 ATC, missing from database  (Gavontra knows a Rylon, one of her sleeper agents in the Republic military),  Jedi Knight Syllaba Syrush, missing from database  (Ilsen does not appear to have known what exactly this file contained)
 

Covertly accessing Republic databases, Gavontra notices that the Coruscant Spaceport Authority logged a ship matching the description of the starship docking without incident two days ago, piloted by a Captain Cichak. The ship is currently still in a hangar at the spaceport.
Vorpal Glaive
  Lorm Gavontra  
 

Standing in her dimly-lit room Lorm accessed her wrist-pad reviewing Darth Vengean's data while triggering programs to cross-reference the provided images, names and keywords with all databases she was authorized for. Most were affiliated with the Senate, some not. Within moments Lorm was putting together a tapestry of events both past and future possibilities regarding the errant girls. Then she stopped. Quieting her mind Lorm drifted from logical analysis into a sweeping field of whirling intuition and found herself memorizing she was by her former master's side.

Darth Baras. She gazed at his pale old face and those fiery auburn eyes as he half-whispered,  "We are all slaves to Destiny. Our only imperative is to accept and follow it no matter where it leads us." 

Coming back to herself Lorm walked from the room back to meet Vecta. With a serious look she said,  "I was guided by the Force to bring you here this morning Vecta because your services are required. Sith traitors have stolen Imperial documents they surely mean to surrender to the Republic. If they succeed the tactical and political backlash could be utterly catastrophic for the Empire. The traitors must be eliminated." 

Using her wrist-pad she displays images of the daughters and their slaves,  "Abstersine and Secori Ilsen, daughters of the recently-late Lord Ilsen. These young vipers strike at their family and the Empire with one bite but their daring will be their undoing. The younger Secori is a scholar but her sister Abstersine has been trained in the Way of the Sith having cybernetic implants and lightsaber expertise. These others are their slave companions. We must find and eliminate them Vecta for the Empire and the memory of the great Dark Lord Exar Kun. I'll need to coordinate with local authorities and once I have enough information I will recontact you. Until then stay here and prepare yourself. Do you have questions?" 
BananaPhone
   Vecta 


When Lorm returned with business across her mien, Vecta stood up and stepped away from the table. Hands behind her back, standing tall and respectfully, she considered her teacher as the elder Sith revealed the details of their task, and the traitors to the Empire. As she stood there in the centre of the upscale apartment, the amber morning hue of the sunrise peeked through the windows to bath her green skin.

 "Do we know if their defection was driven by idealism, money, secret love interest or something else?"  the twi'lek asked, eyeing the cybernetically mauled face of the eldest sister and wondering what would be in it for her to transfer sides in the wake of the Republics greatest defeat in a millennium.
Vorpal Glaive
  Lorm Gavontra  
 

Her expression still stern Lorm said,  "Have you already forgotten our code:  'Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me' . They are seeking power and they are fools to betray the Sith. There is something else ......"  Lorm shows Vecta the information on the daughters' ship and its captain,  "Their craft arrived here on Coruscant at the nearby spaceport. The daughters may be here but the captain definitely is. Rather than waiting here Vecta you must go to the spaceport, find the ship and get as much information as you can from the captain. Call me immediately once you have learned what they know then eliminate the captain. If you see the daughters notify me at once and I will meet with you. Then we can confront them together. Do you understand? If so go now to the spaceport and remember that appearing weak puts others at a disadvantage." 
Vorpal Glaive
  Lorm Gavontra  
 

Once Vecta was prepared, Gavontra dressed in her usual noble attire and hurried out for the Senate. As she walked for her transport Lorm keyed her scrambled comlink speaking to Vecta,  "Vecta if you encounter any Jedi during your search maintain a careful distance and guard your feelings. There may be more than one spider in this web. Wait for my next communication and do not call me before."  Reaching her transport Gavontra sped through the Senate District until in short order she arrived at the Senate Rotunda. Before exiting she made a early-morning call to a friendly and influential senator,  "Good morning senator this is Lorm Gavontra Special Advisor with Senate Intelligence. I hate to wake you this early but I have just learned of a Sith plot to assassinate Senate leadership and that the assassins may already be on Coruscant. It would be wise to increase your security and to better deal with this emergency could you contact the Senate Defense Center and SIS leadership advising them to provide me with any and all required assistance? We must move quickly before the Sith unleash their deadly attack and I will keep you 'in the loop' regarding any new information." 

She entered the Great Door raising a hand in recognition of the Senate Guard and the Great Seal of the Republic. Moving quickly her robes flowing behind her Lorm mentally coordinated the varied pieces of the current puzzle similar to forming Dejarik stratagem. Passing through several long corridors, restaurants and shops, Gavontra soon reached the 'heart' of the building the Senate Defense Center. Passing the CSF and Senate guards she went directly to the Communications Center and summoned all on-site leadership. Once they had gathered Gavontra spoke,  "For those I haven't met, I am Lorm Gavontra of the surviving Royal House of Alderaan and Special Advisor with Senate Intelligence. It has come to my attention from a reliable source of intel that the Sith have sent assassins to Coruscant to murder members of Senate leadership. Of course, we cannot allow this to happen and I need Defense Center resources to coordinate with SIS and CSF personnel using whatever means available to track down these assassins who may have arrived on Coruscant days ago. I will upload images and names of the assassins then we can cross-reference them with our intelligence and law-enforcement databases. Obviously the treaty was a ruse to lower our guard allowing the Empire to attack easier. If you have any understanding of how the Sith operate this is no surprise. Our objectives are two track down and identify the assassins, covertly deploy a net of officers to capture them and then debrief them to expose the Empire for the murderous liars they are." 

She turned away from the officers summoning tears then turning back to them she wiped the tears,  "Some of you know I was born here on Coruscant to the remnant of Alderaanian nobility. This is because the Empire destroyed my homeworld and I will never forget it. I will never forget how heartless and inhuman one must be to annihilate an entire planet and its nearly two billion inhabitants. I need you to not forget what would happen if the Empire is allowed to grow and fester across the galaxy. How many more civilizations would be terrorized and destroyed if we allow this illusory 'treaty' to empower the Empire? I'm asking for your help to end this threat whether it be a threat to one senator or to the entire galaxy. Please help me."  Another tear trickled down Lorm's cheek as she held out her hands in desperation.
NontheistCleric
The Alderaanian senator who originally brought Gavontra to Coruscant unfortunately left last year when the Prince of Alderaan withdrew the planet from the Republic in protest of the Treaty of Coruscant. Sadly for the Prince, his actions only stoked instability on Alderaan, igniting tensions into a civil war that still rages on that world.

Some of Alderaan's nobles remain aligned with the Republic, and so it is not so strange that there are still Organas and Aldes and even members of minor houses like Gavontra scattered about the Republic's administration. Most of you in the capital have been registered as Coruscanti citizens for legal purposes.

Deja Nebet, Senator for Onderon, takes Gavontra's call.

"Lorm?"

Her hair is tousled on the holocomm and she sounds groggy, but she listens.

"Nadd... Alright, give me an hour. I'll call Trant. Or you call him. That man never sleeps..."

She shuffles out of view and the call ends.

SIS Deputy Director Marcus Trant and CSF Chief Anwil are already waiting as Gavontra enters the communications center. Trant is hunched over a desk, eyes bloodshot from long hours awake. A young man with cybernetic implants slouches in the chair beside him, no doubt one of his many agents. Gavontra might have seen him on a personnel list somewhere, but he clearly was not incompetent enough for her to remember him.

Anwil is anxious, pacing. She moves to seal the doors as Gavontra enters.

"Nebet is 'on her way'," Trant says, "but we can brief her later. What do you have for us, Gavontra?"

Lorm says her piece, but by the end, Anwil's patience is visibly fraying. She slams a table.

"Enough waterworks, Gavontra. We were all on Coruscant when the Empire sacked it. Marcus?"

"Yes, the transmission," Trant says, perking up. He turns to Gavontra. "We intercepted it just before you came. Encrypted, straight from Imperial space. Our best codebreakers are still on Nar Shaddaa, but we should crack it in a day or three. The message will be long gone, but we can at least pinpoint where it was sent to."

"There've been Imperial worms in our depths since the treaty was signed," Anwil grates. "My people can barely keep Black Sun and the Merchants' Guild at bay. We don't have the manpower for this kind of search. Who are these people, Gavontra? What's this source of yours?"
BananaPhone
   Vecta 

 
 Originally Posted by Vorpal Glaive 
 Her expression still stern Lorm said, "Have you already forgotten our code: 'Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me'. They are seeking power and they are fools to betray the Sith. There is something else ......" Lorm shows Vecta the information on the daughters' ship and its captain, "Their craft arrived here on Coruscant at the nearby spaceport. The daughters may be here but the captain definitely is. Rather than waiting here Vecta you must go to the spaceport, find the ship and get as much information as you can from the captain. Call me immediately once you have learned what they know then eliminate the captain. If you see the daughters notify me at once and I will meet with you. Then we can confront them together. Do you understand? If so go now to the spaceport and remember that appearing weak puts others at a disadvantage. 
 



Vecta stood there motionless, her face a mystery as she took in all that her master said before offering a small bow at the end. She bent her torso forward 45 degrees and put one forearm to her abdomen, offering the precise amount of time in such a position that would be deemed respectful, without being grovelling.

 "Yes Master..."  was her response, taking a step back and turning to leave.

Soooo - a pair of Sith sisters, one an  actual  Sith and the other a nerd, decided to defect to the Republic and came along with some happy captain while doing so! There had to be more to it, Vecta was certain. Her Master was right that power lay at the heart of it all, but what  type  of power? The girls, particularly the Sith, could have power if she stayed within the Empire - but the Republic? Jedi may as well be eunuchs up atop a hill, cloistered away and depriving them of anything that made life worth living, what type of real power was to be held there?

Vecta didn't know. But she wanted to.

Having already performed her morning rituals of exercise featuring yoga, stretching and sparring, the green twi'lek decided to strike right at the heart of the matter and travel to the space-port.

Already on her person she had concealed her lightfoil within a sleeve, the handy, thin hilt easy to hide and the only weapon she carried on her person. Well, other than her mind and the Force.

Leaving the luxury sets of apartments, offering pleasant smiles and heads up nods to people she knew in the building, the twi'lek moved towards the garage where her speeder was parked so that she could head straight to the hangers.
NontheistCleric
Early morning traffic at the spaceport is just at optimal volume, bustling but not overcrowded. There are no hold-ups at the immigration lines. Chaos will come later, as this sector of the ecumenopolis awakens and interstellar traffic is redirected by controllers in the other spaceports heading for bed. The Senate invested heavily in renovating the interior and facade, a not entirely misguided public relations move. After all, it is the first thing most people see on the planet. On the other hand, staffing and automated systems are still suffering from a severe deficit. Too many skilled workers lie dead—if they haven't been kidnapped to work for Black Sun or the Justicar vigilantes.

Leaving her speeder in a public speeder bay and locking it, Vecta weaves through the throngs of beings, coming to the hangar the suspected craft was listed as occupying in Gavontra's information. The door is open, and peering within, she sees her target. The ship is a blocky freighter clad in incongruously ostentatious silvery plating, though the image is marred—or punctuated, depending on one's perspective—by numerous scrapes and scorch-marks. A few crates are laid out beside it, and two figures are in the act of loading with a repulsorlift trolley.

One is a blue-skinned twi'lek man, tall and sturdy of build, but not bulky. His companion, an apparently human male, is much smaller. Standing with his back to Vecta, the human's head is covered with a pale cloth headdress that extends over his ears and neck. Both wear the casual, tough clothing of regular spacers.

"...not saying that," Vecta hears the twi'lek saying as she approaches. "But you've got to admit, this whole—"

"Quiet," the other cuts him off. "Company."

He turns to face Vecta, and she sees that his headgear covers the front of his face too, exposing only his nose and mouth. He doesn't move like a blinded man. A miraluka, she deduces.

"Hi," he says, not entirely friendly. "Something we can do for you?"

 
 Spoiler: Lore DC 17 
A miraluka's Force sight can discern whether an individual is particularly attuned to the Light or Dark Side.
 
BananaPhone
   Vecta 

 Early morning traffic at the spaceport is just at optimal volume, bustling but not overcrowded. There are no hold-ups at the immigration lines. Chaos will come later, as this sector of the ecumenopolis awakens and interstellar traffic is redirected by controllers in the other spaceports heading for bed. The Senate invested heavily in renovating the interior and facade, a not entirely misguided public relations move. After all, it is the first thing most people see on the planet. On the other hand, staffing and automated systems are still suffering from a severe deficit. Too many skilled workers lie dead—if they haven't been kidnapped to work for Black Sun or the Justicar vigilantes.

Leaving her speeder in a public speeder bay and locking it, Vecta weaves through the throngs of beings, coming to the hangar the suspected craft was listed as occupying in Gavontra's information. The door is open, and peering within, she sees her target. The ship is a blocky freighter clad in incongruously ostentatious silvery plating, though the image is marred—or punctuated, depending on one's perspective—by numerous scrapes and scorch-marks. A few crates are laid out beside it, and two figures are in the act of loading with a repulsorlift trolley.

One is a blue-skinned twi'lek man, tall and sturdy of build, but not bulky. His companion, an apparently human male, is much smaller. Standing with his back to Vecta, the human's head is covered with a pale cloth headdress that extends over his ears and neck. Both wear the casual, tough clothing of regular spacers. 



Vecta sung happily to herself as she cruised through the morning skyline of Coruscant, gripping her yoke with one hand and tapping the fingers and palm of her other against her knee while dancing in her seat to a song playing through her radio. It was one of the best ways to mentally prepare herself for a task, the twi'lek found, as energizing herself and putting soft flame into her soul for a task helped focus her mind and cleanse her muscles of fatigue or lethargy.

Having arrived and parked her speeder in the public access and locking it, Vecta once more weaved through the crowds, once more using the opportunity to 'warm herself up', so to speak; her tall, lithe figure side-stepping, weaving, shifting weight and angling herself at every apt time to minimalise her contact with those around her. It was a little game she liked to play within her head, like the floor was made of lava except the magma was all around her and she had to continuously dodge its approach. However, while she did this, her bright eyes scanned the crowds about her, picking out the differences between the more common civilians, but also the security and maintenance staff dotted around the large, cavernous hanger-docks. Noting the uniforms of the regular personnel, Vecta finally made it to the appropriate bay where she paused upon sight of the two supposed crew that were sifting about some goods containers outside of her target ship.

Pursing her lips, the twi'lek peered at the scene for a moment, her eyes constantly shifting between the two workers, one of whom she felt a knot in her stomach in recognition of what they were, and the ship nearby.

Finally, deciding a course of action, the twi'lek moved out of sight first and then out of sight completely, her image seemingly dematerialising into thin air as she came back around and slowly made her way towards the ship, making sure to stay out of line of sight of the dock workers, particularly that wretched Miraluka.
NontheistCleric
As Vecta comes toward the ship invisibly, the workers continue at their task, apparently having written off the miraluka's momentary suspicion. The twi'lek seems completely unaware of her, but as she gets closer to the ship, the miraluka turns around, blaster in hand.

"I know you're there," he says, training his weapon more-or-less on her location. "You think a stealth generator can get by me? I'm not some Luka Sene blind to all but the Force. I use my ears."

The twi'lek, apparently used to his companion detecting things he cannot, draws his own blaster, backing into the open cargo hold door a few feet away. He tries to point his weapon in roughly the same direction, but clearly has no real idea where Vecta is.
BananaPhone
   Vecta 

Vecta cursed within her head as that irritating Miraluka was able to detect her presence. A part of her wanted to bring out her lightfoil and chop is meddling head off, but her more sensible practicalities knew that was an unwise course of action. She didn't want any witnesses, but she didn't want to leave any evidence either, and a pair of decapitated workers was quite the sum of evidence that something had gone wrong.

Acting quickly, Vecta pulled herself back and out of the Miraluka's range of perception, her knowledge coming from her time among the few of them that had been fellow apprentices back on Dromuns Kaas. They could 'sense' her, but such perception was greatly limited in its depth, and she knew if she could just step back a few feet she'd vanish from the meddling mans mind.

A different idea forming in Vecta's head, the twi'lek would retreat.
NontheistCleric
Vecta backs out of the hangar. The two loaders keep their weapons out, but they don't seem to be keen to fire first or leave their vessel alone. Soon, they are out of her sight, and she definitely out of theirs.

She searches for a vulnerable data cable, but is unable to find a convenient slice-point wandering the spaceport's hallways–the only candidates are high up on the ceiling.

Eventually, Vecta successfully tails a security officer back to the spaceport's monitor room. Like the rest of the spaceport, the staff count required to man this area fully is in excess of actual availability, and one bank of computers goes unattended. Being the stealthy operative she is, Vecta is able to slice it standing right behind their backs, taking full advantage of her invisibility.

Ducking out of the room as one officer leaves to visit the refresher, Vecta finds a deserted service corridor in which to review the stolen footage.

 
 Spoiler: The footage 
The ship enters the docking bay calmly, and the captain is seen exiting and meeting with a customs officer. The captain appears to be a female zabrak of the Republic subspecies, with a mane of well-groomed auburn hair and gold jewelry adorning her four rounded forehead horns. Some forms are signed and the rest of the crew comes out as well for inspection, consisting of the miraluka, a skinny miraluka girl with the same style of headdress,  and two blue twi'leks who both look exactly like the one Vecta saw earlier.

The captain, the miraluka girl, and one of the twi'leks leave the spaceport, taking a number of heavy-looking cargo crates with them. Cameras are able to follow them until they charter a transport at the nearby speeder station, then they are gone, off into the sea of Coruscanti traffic.

The miraluka man and the other twi'lek remain behind, conducting some repairs on the ship's exterior, but mostly staying inside. The rest of that day's recordings show no appreciable change in the ship's circumstances.
 
Vorpal Glaive
  Lorm Gavontra  
 

Nodding respectfully to Chief Anwill,  "I understand this is the worst timing. Everyone is so overworked due to the way the treaty twisted the status quo. I understand but at the same time recognize that each crisis rolls into the next emergency. Any assistance you can provide is appreciated." 
 "Based on my intel these women are members of the Sith an ancient order of evil Jedi partnered with the Empire. One of them is an obvious cyborg and if I were a gambling woman I would bet she has combat-training. My source is classified and cannot be revealed as the exposure would completely devastate Republic counter-intelligence operations across the galaxy. If you have any experience in counter-intelligence, you know you don't gain ground by burning your sources. You also don't go far taking valuable intel for granted. We should perform a CSF drone sweep of the nearby spaceport from two days ago and maybe we'll get lucky and spot these Sith. Or, we can ignore this." 

Gavontra stared at Chief Anwill and the others awaiting their response with calculated desperation.
NontheistCleric
"Right, okay," says Anwil, an eyebrow raised. "I wasn't suggesting we ignore it, just that you maybe show me these people we're supposed to be on alert for?"

She waits for Gavontra to upload images and names to the CSF's database. Once the information is in the system,  the young man with the cybernetics helps call it up on a large screen in the communications room.

"Are you sure about those two?" Anwil asks, pointing at the images of the slaves. "I'm not an intelligence whatever like the rest of you, but I've seen enough refugees to know what a slave brand looks like–and a malnourished child, for that matter."

"It's not actually a bad cover," Trant says. "Half the Imperial operatives in Coruscant are probably disguised that way."

"Yes, but to assassinate a Senator?" Anwil points out. "You know most of those puffed-up fools don't deign to set a foot down into a public speeder station, let alone a refugee camp. Unless they changed their appearance... but if they look completely different now, that's not much help at all."

She pauses and paces some more.

"Obviously, we can't actually conduct a drone sweep in the past, but we can get a look at what we have on record from two days ago until now. What hangar did you say this ship was in, Gavontra?"

She keys something into a computer, and pulls up a recording of the hangar and the ship inside it, starting from two days ago.

 
 Spoiler: Footage from two days ago 
The ship enters the docking bay calmly, and the captain is seen exiting and meeting with a customs officer. The captain appears to be a female zabrak of the Republic subspecies, with a mane of well-groomed auburn hair and gold jewelry adorning her four rounded forehead horns. Some forms are signed and the rest of the crew comes out as well for inspection, consisting of a miraluka man wearing a pale cloth headdress exposing only his nose and mouth, a skinny miraluka girl with the same style of headdress, and two blue twi'leks, both male.

The captain, the miraluka girl, and one of the twi'leks leave the spaceport, taking a number of heavy-looking cargo crates with them. Cameras are able to follow them until they charter a transport at the nearby speeder station and head off into the sea of Coruscanti traffic.

Available drone footage tracks the rented transport to Black Sun territories, but the trail goes cold there.

The miraluka man and the other twi'lek remain behind, conducting some repairs on the ship's exterior, but mostly staying inside. The rest of that day's recordings show no appreciable change in the ship's circumstances.
 

"Black Sun," Anwil says. "We've got no reliable presence in that area. That's all from two days ago."

She fast-forwards through the next day, but nothing important seems to catch any of your attentions. Finally, you come to this morning.

 
 Spoiler: Footage from this morning 
About an hour before sunrise, the transport reappears out of Black Sun territory, returning to the speeder station. The blue twi'lek gets out with a pair of humans, one male and one female. You haven't seen those two before. They help transport some crates back to the spaceport, where the miraluka man comes out and starts helping the twi'lek load the ship. The humans leave on speeders, apparently for the Galactic Market sector.

There's a bit of excitement later as a green twi'lek woman apparently approaches the hangar, activates a stealth generator or something like it, and judging by the miraluka's reactions, enters the hangar invisibly but then leaves. Nothing seems to come of it.

At this point the footage begins to catch up to real time, and you see the miraluka and blue twi'lek entering the ship and sealing the cargo hold, even though not all the cargo appears to be loaded yet. The green twi'lek does not reappear.
 

"So there's a woman sneaking invisibly around the spaceport now," Anwil says. "What are the boys there doing? I'd better give them a call and put them on alert."

"No need," says the young man, standing up. "I should go over there and investigate anyway. I'll rally them."

"Yes, you go," says Trant, as the man leaves. "Don't worry. Shan is capable. If there's something to find there, he will."

"If there is something," Anwil repeats. "I'll send descriptions of these supposed Sith out to my officers, but right now there seems to be no sign they're on Coruscant at all. That ship is shady enough, but we can't actually arrest people just for going in and out of Black Sun territory. Hundreds of thousands of honest people live there."

"There was that transmission," Trant says. "It's not usual the Empire would risk us picking up a direct message. There might be something urgent happening for them."

"But what is it?" Anwil asks. "Of course they're doing something. Those vermin are always up to something, but unless we know what it is–which we don't–all we can do at the moment is wait. Even if you manage to find where the message was received, whoever got it will be long gone by now. It might be about something unrelated to these women. Look, you two can stay in here and talk if there's something to talk about, but there are other matters that require my attention. Call me if your man turns up anything, Trant."

She sweeps out of the communications room, leaving Gavontra alone with Trant. He breathes a sigh of relief.

"Well, that's that," he says. "Unfortunately, Anwil is right. The alert is out, but if this ship has been here for two days already and we detected nothing suspicious, odds are low we're going to find it in time. Is your source sure the ship carried them all the way to Coruscant? Even if these Sith were on it at some point, they might have gotten off somewhere else."
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   Vecta 


Vecta stared silently as she huddled away in a maintanence tunnel, her eyes fixated upon the security recordings she withdrew from the databanks. Pursing her lips, taking mental note of who entered and who left, she observed that the two sisters were still lacking in visual confirmation, while the captain, a Zabrak apparently, had left the ship soon after its arrival. And just for good measure, more Miraluka's

But the twi'leks attention was drawn to something else: the heavy cargo crates.

If the two sisters were anywhere, they were in one of those. Or two of them, possible. But that's how they left without being seen.

Returning back to the footage, Vecta zoomed in on the company and registration of the transport the group had chartered to allow them departure from the hanger bays with their cargo in tow. Once she had that information, she returned to her datapad and begun ciphering through the myriad transport companies in search of that particular one and the vehicle it had hired out, so that she could find out where it had gone...
NontheistCleric
The return is quick: Heavy Urban Freight Transport, registration code ALE-5764-4282, belonging to An Lomise Vehicle Rentals.
BananaPhone
   Vecta 


The twi'lek smiled.

Copying down the information, she unplugged her slicers kit and returned it to her little backpack before returning to the main walkways of the hangers. Still invisible, she stuck to the peripheries where she would reduce the chances of bumping into anyone, until she returned to the public parking where her speeder was located. Moving behind a pillar or into an elevator etc anywhere she could "uncloak" without it being noticed, she'd hop back into her vehicle and run a GPS scan for the physical location of Lomise Vehicle Rentals.

Once she had found the closest one, assumedly the depot that lent her target vehicle out, Vecta put her hands back on the yoke of her speeder and peaceably left the hanger bays towards Lomise Vehicle Rentals.
NontheistCleric
Vecta doesn't have to go far. An Lomise Vehicle Rentals has a booth right in the speeder station adjoining the spaceport, currently staffed by a middle-aged-looking human man. He seems to be free. The GPS search also turned up a headquarters in the Works district, but the speeder station is where the zabrak captain got the transport from.
BananaPhone
   Vecta 

Having touched her speeder down, the first thing Vecta did was reach into her glove-compartment and withdraw a little bottle of perfume. Spraying a few bursts into teh air, she moved her face through it to catch the scent, before returning it to its little house and leaving her vehicle. Spotting the man behind the booth, Vecta immediately turned on her charm and approached him with a bright, friendly smile and her large eyes equally welcoming. Drawing herself up to the booth, she gave a little wave.

 "Good afternoon!"  she greeted cheerfully.

 "I don't want to take up too much of your time, sir, but I was behind someone in the crowd over at the space port when they dropped this..."
 
Reaching inside her short jacket, the twi'lek withdrew a credit stack and placed it upon the table. By visual assessment, there was approximately five hundred credits worth there.

 "It skittered on the ground a bit but I managed to get it. But when I found them again they were too far away to get their attention through the crowd. But, I saw them get onto one of your companies trucks and head off. Sooooo because that's a gobs load of credits! Haha I want to get it back to them. I managed to photograph the registration of the vehicle, could you please tell me what their destination was so I can get this back to them?"  
NontheistCleric
"I, um–oh!" he says, seeing the stack of credits. "Look, miss, I... I'd really like to help you, but... I'm not sure I'm allowed to give you that kind of information..."

Then he leans in, speaking in a whisper.

"I mean, unless... I don't know what you're trying to do, but is that a bribe? You give me the credits and I tell you something?"
BananaPhone
   Vecta 

Vecta's eyes widened and she gasped gently.

 "What? No, I mean, I wanted to get them back to her..."  she trails off, looking a touch sad.

On the inside, the twi'lek was going over the pro's and cons. She could try to get this info for free. But, on the other hand, imparting a small bribe would give the man the incentive to keep his mouth shut, lest he get in trouble and lose his job for accepting said 'donation'. And a middle age man working a booth like this? He  needed  this job.

 "Well, like...that much?"  she pointed one index finger to what would be about a hundred credits, still feigning regret at having to do so.

 "...I mean it's better than them not getting anything back at all..." 
NontheistCleric
The man greedily snatches up the credit chips, stowing them in a jacket pocket.

"Hey, thanks... could you give me a look at that registration number?"

On seeing the number, he types something quickly on his computer.

"I see, it's one of our heavy vehicles. Thing is, miss, lady who rented this piloted it herself... so we don't have anyone who might know exactly where it went. Our vehicles do have tracking devices, but I don't know how that works. I'm just the booth guy. One of her folks returned it early this morning, too. It should be back at headquarters already, you know, for cleaning. I can, uh, give you her name... was a 'Cichak'."
BananaPhone
   Vecta 


Vecta wanted to reach out and slap the man for his assumption, the way he snatched at what she merely suggested.

But...she had to maintain her 'sweet' demeanor for now.

 "It's already returned? Great! I'd like to rent it then please. Have it brought around here asap!"  she smiled brightly.
NontheistCleric
He types a little more into his computer.

"Okay," he eventually says, "it is available again... how long do you need it for? It's 1500 credits for the day, 9000 for a week, 22000 for a month... oh, and–what's your name, miss?"

Once Vecta has specified the timeframe for him, he completes the booking.

"Right, miss, if you'll just follow me down... someone'll send it round."

He locks up his booth and guides Vecta down to the lowest level of the station, where all the large vehicles dock. About twenty minutes later, an oblong craft with rounded edges flies in, bearing the number you're looking for. It's at least five times the size of Vecta's speeder. Most of it appears to be cargo space, but there is a small cabin in front for the pilot.

A mirialan man jumps out and claps Vecta's escort on the shoulder.

"Hey, Firlen. This the client?"

The human nods, so the mirialan hands Vecta the transport's electronic key. "All yours."
Vorpal Glaive
  Lorm Gavontra  
 

Nodding in agreement Lorm responds,  "Agreed. Most of what this is is waiting for the Sith to expose themselves and honestly I'm not sure the assassins arrived here. Can we track the previous flight-plan of their ship? Perhaps we can identify where the ship has been? I'm not fooled by their appearance. One of the key attributes of a good assassin is disguise." 

Looking at her wrist-pad Gavontra announces,  "I have a priority call excuse me. I'll be back."  And she exits the Defense Center walking through and out of the Senate building. Once outside she contacts Vecta,  "What have you discovered?" 
BananaPhone
   Vecta 

Vecta, of course, supplied a fake name.

She also locked eyes with the man, the seedy understanding having blossomed between them in the ensuing minutes of their deliberations.

 Another hundred credits to know where the tracking device was within the vehicle .

Once that was known, Vecta waited patiently for the truck to arrive, her arms folded over her chest and her rump leaning back against a railing as she peered across the open air sky-frame of Coruscant city, freighters large and small slowing down into the hanger bays and strings of endless traffic hanging in the air. This place was such a far cry from her beloved, rainy homeworld of Dromund Kaas, it was hard to think that she had gotten so used to it. Rarely a storm. Hardly ever vegetation. So far removed...


 The human nods, so the mirialan hands Vecta the transport's electronic key. "All yours." 

Vecta gave a nod and a wink to the man, their understanding having fermented during the wait.

Wasting little time, the twi'lek drew herself up into the cockpit of the transport truck, a flush of power rushing through her as she viewed the world from this elevated position. Reaching out, flipping switches and running through the systems, her knowing eyes scanned for the particular buttons and keys that would grant her access to that tracking device.

Once she had found it, she smiled gently to herself and powered up the machine. Rolling her shoulders, leaning back into the worn and used chair, the twi'lek eased her large vehicle out of the loading bay and joined the stream of Coruscanti traffic, fully intending to go somewhere safe she could access that device, or a compatible interface, and work her magic.
NontheistCleric
"I'm sorry," says the man, "I just don't know where it is. Maybe someone at headquarters would. A mechanic or something."

Vecta also appears unable to locate a tracking device simply by manipulating the cockpit systems. Wherever in the vehicle it has been placed, it isn't connected to the ordinary mechanisms.
BananaPhone
   Vecta 

 
 Originally Posted by Vorpal Glaive 
  Once outside she contacts Vecta,  "What have you discovered?"  
 

Vecta was glaring at the inside of the truck, having gone over it in every way she thought how to locate that device that would lead her to where the she believed their marks were. The twi'lek even growled to herself  a few times when each new idea came up with just another dead end.

And then her holo-receive rang.

Inhaling. Exhaling. Vecta steadied herself before drawing the device out and setting it before her, Lorms blue, flickering image materialising to life before her.

 "The ship came in this morning, and the captain and some crew departed soon after, but the sisters were not visible. The captain left with some heavy cargo crates, which I'm assuming they were using to smuggle the sisters out, and I tracked down and located the vehicle they hired to do it. It has a tracking device located on it somewhere, and if I could access that I could find out where they went." 
Vorpal Glaive
  Lorm Gavontra  
 

Lorm raises an eyebrow as she greets senatorial staff arriving at the rotunda. She speaks low,  "I'll find out the rental company. Take care Vecta, the Senate Defense network has seen you operating at the spaceport via CSF video-scan. Until we find the daughters we must empower ourselves with subtlety. Trust no one and control the situation. Do you have a concern?" 
BananaPhone
   Vecta 

The twi'lek pursed her lips, her flickering image quiet for several seconds before Lorm, where-ever she was.

 "The key to ascertaining where the captain is, and their cargo, is within 10 feet of my current position. I just lack the means to access it. Do you know any mechanics who are discrete...?" 
Vorpal Glaive
  Lorm Gavontra  
 

Gavontra looks around, acknowledges the arriving Senator over the Military Oversight Committee and has a few short cryptic phrases she pats her arm as she moves towards the building. She sighs and returns to speaking with Vecta,  "Keep an eye on our objective then and I will meet you within the hour."  Before ending her call with Vecta, Gavontra tells her about the Senate Defense specialist who is heading to the spaceport and that he has seen her using the Force. Then Lorm walks back to the SDC to check on any new information.
NontheistCleric
Gavontra returns to find the Security Force headquarters in a frenzy. Another riot—all too common recently—has broken out in the Galactic Market district. Trant, turfed out of the communications room so the CSF can coordinate their response, catches Gavontra on the way out. His right hand holds an active holocomm. The tiny blue figure seems to be saying something, but the noise makes him impossible to hear. Trant cuts the connection.

"They're breaking that ship open now," he says to her. "I'm heading back to the Library to coordinate this."

Leaving the defense center, he turns into a little-used corridor, tracing an esoteric route through the Senate Tower to the former Senate Library rooms. The SIS, once merely the Library's decryption department, grew in wartime to surpass its parent organization and subsume the accompanying office space. Trant, a veteran of the pre-war service, still calls their location by its old name.

The place still resembles a library in some respects. Databanks line the walls, and those personnel in the open go about their work with quiet efficiency. Yet this is not the subdued, oppressive calm of a reading room—or perhaps, considering the history here, the stultifying torpor of bureaucracy. Anxiety is the prevailing emotion here, in the grim faces moving from station to station and the fearful murmurs rising and falling. These people are acutely aware that the enemy could be in among them at any moment.

Trant shows Gavontra into his office. For the Deputy Director, there is about twice the space that an ordinary analyst gets, and the same uncomfortable plastic excuses for chairs. Activating the holoprojector on his desk, he calls the agent again.

"Sorry, Galen. Had to switch off for a bit there. What do you have for me?"

"One unauthorized passenger," Galen reports. "You got a big enough projector there? You'd better see this for yourself."

Galen manipulates a few buttons on his holocomm, and the image expands to show a ship's interior behind him. As he turns the camera around, a brief glimpse is visible of Agent Shan holding the miraluka man and one blue twi'lek at blasterpoint, then it comes to focus on two figures.

It's now clear that they're in a medical bay. The other twi'lek is bent over a bed, taking a reading from some instruments, and his patient is the small slave girl Gavontra saw in the files earlier. Even over the holocomm, she looks ashen, half-skeletal arms visible out of her sleeveless top. All manner of monitoring devices and an intravenous feed or two form a web over her sleeping form.

"She's in bad shape, sir," Galen says. "They haven't been able to move her. Crates are filled with kolto, but I guess they didn't have time to unpack it before we got here. She matches the description you gave us, but... are you sure this is a 271? Anyway, orders? CSA have the ship locked down, but we kept them outside."

"Hold a minute, Galen," Trant says. "Just keep things the way they are for now. I need to consult someone."

He mutes the holocall and deactivates image transmission from his end, turning to Gavontra.

"What do you think?" he asks. "This fit with what your source described? Honestly, I'm not sure what to make of it."

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
271 seems to be some kind of SIS code. Gavontra doesn't know exactly what it means, but from context, it probably refers to what she told Trant the girl was–an Imperial infiltrator.
 
BananaPhone
   Vecta 


Vecta nodded once,  "Yes Master..."  before the comms went quiet and she was left in silence.

Exhaling, feeling that frustration roiling within her soul at being just a few feet from the item she needed to continue her investigation, Vecta exhaled and banged her palm against the steering yoke once to let a bit of it out.

But. There was no time for that.

Veta uttered under her breath a string of expletives and disagreements she had with her current situation, her pretty, green head swiveling about to peer through the windscreens about her as she activated the truck, reversed it and then took it back out into Coruscanti traffic. Finding an out-of-the-way public parking place, Vecta paid in cash for a few days before catching a cab back to the space port where she'd return to her own speeder and head to the rendezvous with Lorm.
NontheistCleric
As Vecta's cab pulls into the spaceport speeder station, she notices the man at the rental booth speaking to a pair of Spaceport Authority officers.
BananaPhone
   Vecta 

Humming softly to herself, Vecta blended into the crowd and stuck to the peripheries until she entered a ladies restroom.

Walking into one of the stalls and closing it behind her, the green twi'lek drew the Force in upon herself for only a few moments. What emerged from that stall was no longer an emerald twi'lek with a sunny disposition, but now a grumpy looking middled aged human woman wearing a perpetual scowl with a crowning helm of Power Hair.

Her disguise in place, Vecta took the most surreptitious route back to her speeder while wearing this disguise, into which she would climb and depart the station.

OOC:

Using Force Mask to take on the appearance of a middle aged, unhappy human woman.
NontheistCleric
No one seems to take notice of Vecta as she moves through the crowds, before or after her disguise. However, as she nears the space where she parked her speeder, she sees the figure of a CSA officer, a female mirialan, standing watch over it.
BananaPhone
   Vecta 


Still wearing her cunning disguise, Vecta easily shifts personal gears and moves past the car park area as if she had never intended to enter in the first place. Her next stop is the taxi stalls, where she will board one to travel near the rendezvous.
NontheistCleric
En route to the rendezvous, Vecta receives a terse, text-only communication from her master.

 
 Spoiler: The message 
 Will not be able to make rendezvous. First target apprehended at spaceport—the girl Ulse, unconscious and in critical condition. Am monitoring her transfer to SIS medical facility.

CSF drone footage last tracked the remaining crew and captain to Black Sun territory, two days ago. No sighting since. Pursue.

-Gavontra 
 
BananaPhone
   Vecta 

Vecta peered at her comms, her eyes narrowing as the Coruscant afternoon skyline whizzed past her in a blur through the window of her taxi.

Internally, the Sith Apprentice groaned. This whole time she could have just chilled at the station and had a cinnabon while letting the CSF track her target for her! The twi'lek growled softly in the back of the taxi, narrowing her eyes and flicking her lips in annoyance.

 "Hey, buddy; new destination, we need to take a left up here at the sky-section..." 


OOC:
Altering course for what Vecta knows is the 'Black Sun territory', which I'm assuming is just a nickname and not an official recognition lol.