If you had said a few years ago that the Empire and Republic would've been brought to each other's knees, you probably would've received weird looks. Now? That is reality, and many people are suffering for it. Chartrona, formerly known as Cipher 11, is currently between two of her safehouses. With the forces of Zakuul tracking down any and all remnants of Imperial Intelligence it was imperative that she lay low. As the former agent ducked into an alley she knew nobody was following here. It was a bit of a talent of hers, to be able to know if she was being tailed or not without turning her head back in any way.
Once deep in the alley the former agent felt along the wall, counting the bricks that passed under her fingers. Right on cue she felt the dip of a doorway, and let her hand drop to where the control console was. The door opened letting a gust of air out of the building before her, and Chartrona stepped in. The inside reeked of spice, she could hear at least half a dozen spice heads gathered within the small hallway, her intuition told her that they were mostly laying down. As she stepped over them her hand found the handrail for a staircase, as she ascended the steps she counted the landings until she reached the floor of her new 'home.'
When Cipher 11 found the door to her new dwelling she slid the metal key into the knob, yes that's how cheap this place was built. Once the door was unlocked it swung open very easily, the gust of air it threw off audibly kicking up copious amounts of dust. Her hand pushed the door shut behind her, sealing out the sounds of the hallway and bathing the room in silence.
Resting her hand on a table, she used the other to pull the E-1 Enforcer off her shoulder and set it down gently on the table, giving the sling a bit of management. Then, the former agent turned around and leaned on the table, taking in a deep breath of relief. For now she was safe from Skytroopers and Knights, how long this would last was pushed to the back of her mind. Given the amount of privacy she had, Chartrona reached up to the metal 'mask' covering where her eyes would be. As she pulled it away her other hand went up to lightly massage the flat skin that the mask had been resting on. The metal clinked onto the table as more people walked down the hallway outside her flat. Her 'intuition' allowing her to see their outlines as if there wasn't a wall, though there was a strange lack of a third presence for the 3 sets of feet she heard walking.
Chartrona lifted her arm and activated a comm device on her wrist, speaking into an encrypted backup channel for Imperial Intelligence. "This is Cipher 11 broadcasting on secure frequency Besh-5 to any other intelligence agents, do you receive?" As she let off the transmit button only static spoke back to her, leading to the deactivation of her device and a change of frequency. Once more she sighed, muttering to herself. "Guess I really am alone out here…" If she had the ability to, there would've been a single tear rolling down her cheek, as far as she knew everyone from Intelligence was dead, and nobody was coming for her.