Hangar Bay Six. It was primarily occupied by stormtroopers. Tons of shipments were to be moved around, weapons to be contained. Every day was getting busier than the other. Mavka entered the hangar, looking around the place as a commanding trooper met with her.
"You the technician?" They said. Mavka took one strong nod.
"Good, we're going to need some assistance on a few damaged fleets here. Follow me." The trooper escorted her as the bay was cluttered with crates and containments. A group of stormtroopers entered the hangar as a shuttle arrived.
It opened to reveal groups of stormtroopers; along with one individual that was positively not part of the First Order. Mavka watched as she sees a man, handled by a trooper. Tugging and pulling him around. He was a captive. He seemed agitated by the way the stormtrooper was handling him. But he paused, looked around in slight concern; utterly dumbfounded. Then, they began to take him away.
The stormtrooper behind her pushed her harshly, enough to bring her attention and focus back to her.
"Hey! Focus, technician! Your task lies here." The trooper waits for her to follow up. As he places her to her post. He lingers for a moment and sighs.
"Lieutenant Baise told me that you are easily distracted. I will keep an eye on you." With them gone. Mavka murmured, mumbling Twi'leki under her breath. Apparently, a commanding stormtrooper has authority over her. Well, it is possible, but she did not like the circumstance.
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A couple of hours gone by as Mavka's head and body began to ache. But this was no place to welcome rest.
This amount of work seemed sufficient for her own task. But the problem was, she was heavily watched by the commanding trooper. Every glance she took, every glare she got back. It was starting to irritate her. She could hardly sleep all night. Her mind kept herself awake, talking and chattering like crazy. Such sharp intensity poking at her chest.
But it was a carefree task. It was something she had to deal with on her own. Mavka knew that she couldn't prove that an intruder was here. It was possibly a spy!
Now she was determined on her task.
Taking on an obscure glance at the commanding stormtrooper. He was in a conversation with a certain lieutenant. It didn't matter who, but this was her chance to disappear. At least at this moment. Mavka kept low, hiding behind the crates that covered the view. And slowly crept and jogged out of the Hangar.
Mavka sighed in relief, out of view from that infuriating trooper.
Now her mind runs on. It was going to be very difficult to spot a shapeshifter. But she just had to find something. She begged that luck was on her side.
Through the corridors, Mavka wandered freely. Her mind not concerning about her distant task. She hardly cared about the fact that she has gone missing from the hangar. There was something much more intriguing and important than that. So, she decided to just observe. Keep in the shadows and watch for anything that may glimmer in her dark mind. The fleet was huge, it had many rooms. This spy could be anywhere. Could be just anyone. But this particular being had to have some explicit trait. She could almost feel it during that time.
She kept watch at the movement and pace of each lieutenant, officer, and or stormtrooper. They all had their own individual posture, pace, and body language. All the same.
Mavka paced around the corridors. Different levels and such. But wait, would this shapeshifter already have access and all the potential necessities to navigate and travel around the fleet? Would there be any possible evidence of a spy anymore? Mavka hardly had any clearance to most areas.
She pounded her hand against the wall as her mind went on. Starting to felt less assured of this task.
"—-What? Do you hear that?" The voice of a stormtrooper arises from her hearing range. Distantly chattering as she eavesdrop
"Hear what?" The other stormtrooper replied in question.
"I don't know. —Voices? Muttering?" Mavka set her eyes upon the two stormtroopers in the distance of the corridor.
They proceeded to open a door in which a person fell to their feet. They were alive but they appeared to be troubled. An odd situation indeed.
"What happened?" Said the stormtrooper. Upon closer examination, it would appear that one of the lieutenants had been attacked?
The lieutenant drowsily awakens.
"...I— there was someone here..." The lieutenant patted their body. Standing up abruptly. "Report this to your Captain! There seems to be a conniver aboard the fleet." The lieutenant marched away from them. The troops nodded by their command. Comlinks have transpired.
Mavka gleamed at his notion. Perhaps there was at least something in the dark of her witness. Mavka casually passed by them as she began to search. Hopefully, this intruder was close by if they had to take something from the lieutenant.
Her eyes followed a vague path. Turning at each corner. Then she stopped. She stopped to think about something she hadn't thought about before. What did this spy want? Obviously to spy. Mavka began going into theories in her head. It went haywire as it lead to an insane theory.
It seemed that her mind was going up and down, up and down. Mavka still gradually observed the corridors.
A lone white figure in the corner of the eye, a stormtrooper. She glanced at the movement. Then saw a sudden change in plain slight, quickly shifting to another form. Mavka beamed at this spectacle. They headed to the corner before disappearing. Quickly, she paced herself. Following this certain peculiar motive.
But every turn she made, the faster the figure kept disappearing. Her determination was on fire. So focused, so sharp. Mavka's steps rose into speed second by second. Until—
Oof!
Her feet stopped moving.
Her body shoved by unknown impact as her eyes kept watching into the far distance. Hardly brought to attention to what caused her to stagger. That peculiar figure disappeared as she hastily moved forward once more. She tried to move.
"Excuse me!" There was a stern voice stopping her in her tracks.
"Did you not hear me, technician?!" Mavka slowly turned behind her. She was faced with a tall man, pasty skin, red hair. He was dressed completely differently from the others. Someone whom she had never witnessed before. That long black coat was... looming. His eyes were filled with agitation. Continuing to glare at her.
"Have you no respect for your General?" He exclaimed. General?
Mavka did not speak. She didn't know how to reply.
"I have asked you—-" A sudden pace of movement rushed beside them. The commanding stormtrooper from the hangar had abruptly arrived. He seemed out of breath. The General looked at the trooper with disturbing confusion.
"Is this individual under your authority, commander?" The General asked. The commanding trooper quickly lifted himself from his disquiet and faced the man with regard.
"Yes, General. Only for now. She is supposed to be posted at her station, but disappeared."
The General rose his brow.
"I see. Who commands you?" He replies.
"Lieutenant Baise, sir."
The General sighs wearily. The look in his eyes appeared to be so restless. Mavka continued to stand idly by as they converse right in front of her.
"Get your Lieutenant, I wish to speak with him."
"Yes, sir!" The commanding trooper sinks his head into his chest and communications via comlinks. Mavka leisurely moves herself inch by inch away from the General. This particular event seemed notably invasive. To her it was, but to them, it was a necessity. Mavka did not know she had bumped into the General! Her eyes were so glued onto this suspicious individual. She knew it had to be them. She could almost smell it. If only she paid attention to her surroundings.
The General waited for the commander to send for his Lieutenant. Why did this circumstance matter to him? He was a General, he had better things to worry about.
"General, Lieutenant Baise has been notified, he will be on his way."
"Good, we will discuss in this briefing room. Stay and keep watch of this troubled one." With that last sentence, he bitterly looked at Mavka. The General stood tall, ensuring his commander.
As the General walked away for a moment, the commanding stormtrooper approached her.
"Where were you?! You disappeared from your post and now you got the General involved. This will unquestionably get you removed from the First Order." The commanding stormtrooper was furious, scolding her quietly. Then, he pushed her with his blaster in fit. Mavka did not dare to speak back, she knew she guilty at this point. It was meaningless to speak her mind about suspicious activity.