Here's part three of The Raginis Legacy. Hope you enjoy… I wrote this to help my brain relax after a day of writing that college paper on nuclear proliferation… Oh, Hulac has a Dark V for alignment during the class stories and mostly through the expansions… Also, there is an Arrow reference here (season 4). There is also a reference to a hidden killer of the Victorian Household. Cookies to who gets it? IDK…
The Cyper peered through his scope. The freezing rain falls in a torrent. He shivers involuntarily. He waited. His target, an ambassador from some backwater planet with materials used for building starships, was supposed to be meeting with Republic officials on an alliance. Cyper wondered if they knew about the ambassador and his planets less then savory past. He was here to stop it from going through. The plan was simpler than most, though Cyper knew that something was probably going to go terribly wrong.
Five hours before
Cyper wandered through the homeless housing in the slums of Corellia. The informant that he was supposed to meet lived somewhere in this residence hall. He found the door. It had faded purple paint with a grey 117 on it. He stopped, allowing his implants to scan for any heat signatures. He blinked back to regular vision. No one was in the room. He checked the time. The informant's shift was over. He should be back. Rolling his eyes, he sliced the door.
The inside of the room was a mess. It was a single room apartment with peeling wallpaper. It was a mess. A dirty mattress was shoved into a corner. A table with two chairs took up the right back corner. Cyper Nine scrunched up his nose. Dirty dishes were thrown haphazardly in a dingy sink.
Nine was confused. The Empire paid their informants well. Well enough to afford better lodging then this. He skimmed over the room, eyes stopping on a small bag that contained orange powder. Spice. Of course, the informant had to have a hidden spice addiction. He hoped it the information would be relevant. He picked up the bag.
Ja Vasha, a middle-aged weequay was whom he was supposed to meet. He worked as a security guard in the building where negotiations were supposed to take place. He leaned back in the farthest corner from the door and waited.
It wasn't too long before Vasha entered. The weequay paused when the pouch wasn't on the table. Cyper made himself known, "Ja Vasha." He stepped from the shadows.
"Who are you?" the startled man asked stepping back. He noticed the agents uniform and Empire insignia on his shoulders. He gasped as the agent held up the pouch.
"Looking for this?" Ja nodded at the question. "Very well. You'll get it back once you answer my questions. Understand? Good. Now, what are the security measures for the location?"
"J-j-just a k-keycard is n-needed. I can g-get you thr-through without a pr-problem." The informant stammered as the agents hand moved to his holster. "W-wait. There might be some checkpoints with guards."
"Where will negotiations be taking place? I need an exact location."
"Third f-floor. I don't know the e-exact room. I-I'm just the security guard! They don't tell us the specifics!" he yelped. He hit the wall.
Seeing the alien break down frustrated Cyper immensely. He wouldn't be getting anything out of him anytime soon. Growling, he picked up a needle. Putting the bag down, he filled the syringe completely. "You've been… useful." He lied and moved in, shoving one of the others sleeves up and none to gently inserting it into a vein. He emptied the syringe, dropping it to the floor. He turned and left the room after snagging the ID card. That was one loose end dealt with.
Present time
The time was right. Cyper pushed himself up. He hadn't brought any of his companions with him, they'd get in the way. Cyper wanted to get in and out with minimum casualties, unlike most of his mission. He turned and found himself staring down the barrel of a blaster. He sighed. Of course, things wouldn't be easy.
"I'd expected it to be harder to sneak up on an Imperial Agent." The other said. He wore a red jacket and dark tan pants, and black knee height boots. A second blaster remained holstered. Around his right eye were implants.
"I'd expected an SIS Agent to shoot on sight." Cyper replied. He met the taller man's gaze and, putting his weight on one leg, crossed his arms. "How'd you even know I was here?" He asked, wanting to know why he was found so quickly.
The Republic agent raised an eyebrow, "You used an addict as an informant? What were you thinking?"
"Do you really think I had a choice in that? Did you know that you're about to enter an alliance with slavers? That the ambassador is the chief of the operation? I'd expect the SIS would know that." Cyper waved a hand dismissively and emphasized the word really.
"Why do you think I'm here? We're not going to betray our core values for materials that can be found elsewhere." He looked offended at the thought.
Cyper blinked, "Wait… You're assigned to take him out as well?".
"Ye- I see where you're going with this. You're going to propose a truce that will last till mission completion."
"Then we can go back to trying to murder each other. You are?"
The agent looked suspicious before hesitantly holstering his pistol and held out a hand, "Agent Shan, and you are?"
"Nine. Yes, it's a number. Any relation to the Grandmaster? No, I'm not going after either of you. I don't have a deathwish, contrary to popular belief." He clarified. "Now. On to how we're getting in. Due to Vasha selling out, I can't get in. You can."
"I'll get you in by the guards and in the building, then we can find the ambassador and-"
"I break his neck?" Cyper threw in the idea.
"And we were doing so well…"
"Try to keep your partner from killing me until we've taken care of things, okay?"
"I can't promise anything." Agent Shan held out a hand. "Hand me your rifle. You'll get it back once we're passed the checkpoints."
"Fine." Cyper sighed and handed it over, the other slinging it over his shoulder. "I'm keeping my pistol and vibroblade. They're concealable. Also, I'm going to need you to punch me."
"What?"
"You've just caught me and a fight ensued. Punch me." He was cut off when the SIS Agent complied. He doubled over. "That's good. Now, take me to your leader. I've always wanted to say that…"
"Come on. We can only keep him occupied for so long."
The two made their way down the ledge. Cyper kept his hands raised behind his head, playing the part. He really didn't need to try, he looked like a drowned rat after the downpour (why was it even raining on Corellia?). Shan got them through with ease. Though the act convinced security, it did nothing for his mood. The two drenched agents were swiped through and into the building.
"You know, we could have just shot our way through. Made it look like gang violence. You didn't really pick the nicest of neighborhoods."
"That's the Imperial way of doing things. You're the only Imp here. Take the stairs; the lifts are out of order. We're heading to floor three."
"What room?"
"Twelve."
The stairs were steep, uneven, and small. Both agents stumbled a few times. Once they reached the third floor, Shan handed Cyper back his sniper rifle. He took it back, slinging it across his back. They quietly made their way down the hallway, stopping at room twelve. The door stood open and voices could be heard. One seemed to be making small talk while the other was getting heated.
Shan nodded and the two spies entered. The second SIS Agent quickly covered his look of confusion when his partner motioned to be silent. The two walked quietly closer to the ambassador. Cyper moved quickly, putting one hand to cover his mouth and one around his neck. The target struggled, but couldn't break free of the Imperial. A quick jerk and a snap later, the man stopped moving and was lowered to the floor.
"Now that he's dead, I'm going. Don't worry, your involvement will be cut from the report. Mostly for my sake then yours…" the Cyper turned and, calling in orders to his team, made a rush to the roof.
The second agent turned to the first, "Shouldn't we go after him?" he asked.
"No… Let him go. Come on Balker." Shan shook his head and motioned for his partner to follow.
"Let's get a drink. You can tell me exactly what happened after you got that alert."
Back on the Phantom
Cyper had just reported his success (conveniently choosing to omit any mention of the Republic Agents) back on the Phantom. He wandered over to his quarters and pulled out a personal datapad. Using keywords 'Shan' 'SIS' and 'Agent', he found a (small) profile on the Agent. He whistled. They'd do best not to meet again.
End Story
Little did he know the future… Yeah… That wasn't very well written… Yeah. I'm back to playing another Agent character on a new server… As if I haven't played enough Agents already… Such a good storyline… The best… Besides, it fits better for Theronmancers… I'm going to end the AN here now…
Stay safe everyone!
-VR