AN: Dusk Fell was the first character I created, but she got shouldered out of the way and ended up stuck on Dromund Kaas for now. I used the same format as the other Lord Becchino stories, to contrast her experiences with Dusk Fell's. Spoilers: Imperial Agent, the very second Class conversation… very slight!

In this country, who isn't a pretender?

from Tzars' Hunt

"A pirate? Called Red Blade?!" Agent Dusk Fell exclaimed incredulously. "You can't be serious, Handler! I don't look an inch like a Red Blade!"

Jheeg responded with a long suffering pinch to his wide mouth. "But… Miss. Nobody knows the gender, species or appearance of the subject. It's perfect."

"Perfect?" Dusk Fell repeated, "perfect?!"

The Handler's eyes took on a sorrowful glint, as he strained to grasp the problem. Dusk Fell sighed: "Do all of us look the same to you, is that it?"

"Well…" Jheeg shrugged.

The Agent jabbed her finger into Jheeg's chest: "You listen to me then! A Red Blade brings to mind someone looking like a huge brute, a loud, obnoxious, bragging, half-drunk oaf! Whose one prized possession is a honking large vibrosword!"

Jheeg blinked.

"I am five foot tall on sensible heels!"

Jheeg sighed.

I am armed with a riffle!"

Jheeg licked his lips.

"I am a Chiss, Jheeg, a Chiss! Can't we go with a Blue, erm… blue… something?"

Jheeg blinked again. "No, Miss, your papers are drafted for Red-"

Agent Dusk Fell slapped her fist on his desk, making him jump.

"Red… red can refer to your eyes, Miss," Jheeg suggested pulling his collar away from his scrawny neck.

"And the blade is my vibroknife, I suppose?" Dusk Fell asked quietly.

"Yes, yes…" Jheeg nodded enthusiastically, missing the acid in her tone.

She snaked across the table, grabbed his shirt, twisted and pulled him nose to nose with her. "Jheeg… Do. You. Have. Anything. Else."

"There is… there is this prostitute—" Jheeg stammered.

"I can work with this," Dusk Fell nodded, releasing him.

"..turned a pit-fighter…" Jheeg continued slumping back into his chair.

Dusk Fell frowned: "Perhaps…"

"a Twi'lek…" he said, leafing through a file on his desk.

Dusk Fell's exasperated breath almost blew him out of the doors. "You have a magic lekku growing paste?"

Jheeg wisely kept his mouth shut as Dusk Fell paced his tiny office.

She pulled her dark shades off. She drew her service knife from its secret sheath. Jheeg whimpered, but Dusk Fell simply attached it to the chain around her neck to display it prominently.

"Yo, mate, me cover gets blown, ye goin' t'dance out of me airlock," the Agent Dusk Fell… no, Red Blade said, stomping towards the orange swamps of Hutta. There was a new swagger to her step, and Jheeg would have sworn that she loomed over things despite the diminutive height and insignificant bulk.

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"My Lord?" Captain Quinn appealed for her attention. Lord Becchino turned from her contemplation of the Galaxy Map.

"Report," she commanded brusquely.

"Your agent is planted," Captain reported. There was a small something in her subordinate's tone that made her… curious.

"More abnormalities, Captain?" Becchino loathed having to ask.

Captain Quinn hesitated: "No, my Lord. However, the cover story is not the most successful. The Agent might have difficulties adhering to it."

Ah. "Captain, I suggest you research the meaning of the word dispensable, and then type it a hundred times," Lord Becchino quietly suggested and turned back to the map.

Captain Quinn bowed to her back. "Of course, my Lord. I will bring my work for your review once I am finished."

Lord Becchino barked through her gritted teeth: "Unnecessary, Captain."

A wishful thinking, that.