A/N: Once I figured out who to focus on for this chapter, everything else just kinda flowed naturally.
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Words as Feelings
January 10th, Flackery
1. Publicity and promotion; press-agentry.
This was way more than just a game.
A little compliment here, and a little tough love there, and Felix had managed to perfectly craft his role in the New Republic. Everyone trusted him to get the job done, and his 'likable personality' was what won them over.
So, no, this wasn't a game to Felix. This was a show. He needed to stay in character to make sure no one suspected what was really going on. It wasn't even that hard; he was a natural at acting, at playing the roles given to him. So while everyone was jumpy and terrified of Locus over on the Feds' side, they clung to Felix as someone trustworthy who could keep them safe from the 'big bad wolf'.
Especially dear Vanessa.
She was just so fun to play with! He just needed to say what she wanted to hear and she'd eat it right up. How did someone this gullible manage to become leader here? Oh, right, same reason that whiny wimp Doyle was in charge of the Feds; he and Locus killed off all of the competent people. Good times.
Laughing to himself, Felix could honestly say that this was the most fun he'd ever had on a job ever. The only regret he had was that by the time anyone figured out his little ruse, they'd most likely all be dead. He would've loved to see their faces twisted in agony as they realized the full extent of his manipulations.
Maybe Vanessa would cry. Maybe she'd get to die in agony, cursing his name all the way.
He was actually glad that his initial plan of nuking this stupid planet from orbit had fallen through. This was a lot more time-consuming, sure, but it was a lot more fun. Plus, he finally got a break from Locus for a bit; the guy's nagging about protocol was so fucking annoying…
So he'd continue to play the part, rely on the good press he'd gotten to gain the trust of these idiot sim troopers. It'd just make it all the more satisfying to slide in the knife at the end.