Her shining, silver eyes gleamed in the surrounding darkness as she carefully watched her target; refusing to take her eyes off him. With hers eyes still on him, she pulled the communicator attached to her wrist up to her mouth and whispered the words "Target sighted, moving in." She knew her Tallest would hear these words and their doubt in her would vanish instantly. No one should ever doubt her killing abilities; she was a trained Elite soldier in the Irken military, the most powerful military in the galaxy, and was now fulfilling her Tallest's wishes as a personal assassin. She would follow every order faithfully and kill anyone she was assigned to without question. She had killed hundreds, many of them being important diplomats and politicians of other species'. This time she was on Planet Torq and this target, in particular, was a Vortician; they were fairly simple creatures but were pretty talented when it came to mechanics, especially ship and weaponry designing. They were the Empire's biggest allies once upon a time until they were faulted with the death of former Almighty Tallest Miyuki, she still had her doubts about that though, the whole situation sounded pretty suspicious. Anyway, as part of the ongoing Operation, Operation: Impending Doom II, an Invader was sent to the home planet of the Vorticians, planet Vort, and it was quickly conquered. The fact that the Irkens were able to take it down so easily still shocks her but she supposed the Vorticians just never thought that their former allies and partners in mechanics would ever betray them. They were so naïve. They are now slaves to the Irken Empire and their planet is a military prison where the Vorticians are forced to continuously design new weapons and upgrade technology for the purposes of the Irken military. They follow through; however, there has been a noticeable drop in the quality of their work.
A sudden movement shook the Irken from her train of thought, the Vortician was moving. She stealthily pursued him until he disappeared down a dark tunnel. She quickly and quietly followed behind him until he suddenly stopped. She watched from the ceiling of the tunnel, her arachnid legs supporting her. After the sudden pause, the Vortician began walking again until he finally reached a tall building made of metal. He entered a key code and continued through the door. The Irken quickly slipped in through the door before it closed and returned to the shadows to follow him. This room was softly lit and was filled with all numbers of weapons and supplies; many, but not all, looked Votician in design. Suddenly, the Vortician stopped again. And this time, he turned around and looked straight into the Irken's silver eyes and she stared back, unable to move a muscle. Then everything went black.
