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11.18.2012 , 04:58 PM |
Remi AU: Knightless - Seven Virtues
Spoilers for End of IA Chapter 1, Beginning of IA Chapter 2, Kaliyo companion quests, and JK Taris
Takes place just after the last one.
Cipher Nine glanced warily over her shoulder, the ancient droid still followed no longer showing any signs of menace. It was a mistake to take it intact, she believed it in her gut, but the advisors in the Vault insisted the SCORPIO intelligence would be useful and her restraining protocol would hold her. Still, she did not like the way the droid studied her and she certainly did not like having to guard her back from her own ally, it almost made her miss Kaliyo.
“Welcome back, sir.” Watcher Three said looking up from the console. “Keeper is waiting for you.”
Cipher Nine walked to the office of the head of Intelligence and found an unfamiliar face. “Keeper, you’ve grown hair.”
“Cipher Nine. I’ve heard about your so called sense of humor.” The man who rose to greet her was middle aged, fit, with a neat moustache and keen eyes that missed nothing. “After Darth Jadus’s defeat and escape there was a great deal of chaos. The Dark Council decided to make changes. My predecessor was elevated to Minister of Intelligence that made me the new Keeper. Before this, I was known as Watcher One.”
“A pleasure to meet you, I have heard of your success on behalf of Darth Angral. Congratulations.”
“And you, I understand I owe my promotion to you directly. Now that we have the introductions out of the way we can discuss your next mission.”
“Where’s Kaliyo?” She had not seen her crewmate since arriving on Dromund Kaas. She had assumed the woman found the nearest cantina and was throwing herself a party on Imperial Intelligence’s tab.
“Ahh yes, Kaliyo Djannis. I’ve read her file and the Minister’s briefing on her. While I understand his reasons for recruiting her, my style of running this agency will be a bit different. As a result, Ms. Djannis’s services will no longer be required. Watcher Two is debriefing her,” he studied the agent’s face carefully as he imparted the information, “and terminating her contract.”
“I’ll kill you,” Kaliyo screamed as she fought against her bonds.
Watcher Two circled slowly and placed a precisely calculated blow in the woman’s midsection. Most men would have hit her face, but she preferred to leave faces intact, it made it easier for her subject to speak.
“We know you began selling Imperial secrets as soon as we recruited you. We were hoping that following the information would be one way to uncover the Eagle.” Watcher Two continued almost conversationally, “Your friend, Wheezer, was a dead end and the Eagle’s organization has been dismantled.” She paused to watch the woman thrash uselessly on the interrogation table. The angle of the table was set just steep enough so that gravity pulled her against the restraints. Her efforts to free herself had resulted in cuts and bruises but otherwise nothing. “All we need to know is if he was planning anything.”
“Ask him yourself,” the rattataki spat on the Watcher’s spotless uniform. Watcher Two looked down at her sullied coat and pulled out a handkerchief to remove the offending slime.
“I’m afraid that is no longer possible.” She replied without inflection.
Kaliyo stopped struggling and looked up at Watcher Two, her face a twisted mask of rage. With a scream she wrenched her hand, made slippery by her cuts, from its bonds and lunged. Watcher Two calmly stepped forward catching her arm and drawing a vibroknife. With a swift motion she buried the blade in the rattataki’s chest, slipping between her ribs, into her lung. Red foam bubbled up on Kaliyo’s furious lips as drowned in her own blood.
“I hate aliens.” Watcher Two whispered as she pushed the woman back on to the table. She cleaned her knife on the same handkerchief she used for Kaliyo's spit. She considered the square of linen for a moment before tossing it onto the rattataki’s corpse. Sheathing her weapon she exited the interrogation room. A Fixer waited in the hall just outside the doorway. “She didn’t know anything." Watcher Two rubbed her hands together as if brushing off something dirty. "Have someone clean up the mess.”
Cipher Nine made her way to the clearing the daylight temporarily blinding her, as her eyes adjusted the small sound of a dart hitting her new companion force her to turn. A blinking light sprouted from the end of the dart that protruded from SCORPIO’s chassis.
“Primitive,” the droid mused just before the explosion.
Coremi slid down from the hunting blind. A sharp squeak announced that Watcher X had sliced into her headset.
“That was a bit of an overkill wouldn’t you say?” he sounded almost irritated. “You can’t retrieve a blood sample if you obliterate the body.”
“How much blood did you draw from her when you fought face to face?” She asked calmly. The former Watcher did not reply. Truthfully she had heard of the Cipher’s uncanny ability to defeat enemies who should have bested her, she would take no chances. The Cipher Agent’s body was mostly intact though no longer breathing. She collected as many blood and tissue samples as her kit would store while trying to ignore the person the samples belonged to.
Finally, she looked into the former agent’s blue eyed empty stare. She had hunted down all of the parties responsible for her mother’s death out of loyalty, but she never expected to find the last one, the woman responsible for replacing Gray Star. She hoped whatever reason the agent had for doing so had been worth it. She closed the woman's eyes and approached the remains of the strange droid. Its limbs had been severed in the blast but its core was well shielded and the communication unit still functioned.
“Interesting,” the droid said in a strangely feminine voice. “When I create the next iteration of my form I will kill you.”
Coremi did not want to spend time interrogating strange droids in an open clearing. The explosion was sure to attract creatures and other curious intelligences in the area. She nudged the melted chassis, it was too heavy to transport. She grabbed the core processor and memory modules, ripping them out with her multi-tool.
“I have the samples,” she reported to Watcher X, “I’m on my way back.”
“Excellent.” He replied, “How much do you weigh?”
Notes IA Chapter 1 Spoilers:
After the explosion of the Dominator you can have a conversation with her where you ask her how she's doing. She'll say the Dominator shook her and then she says:
"How is it that I could torture a colleague without feeling a thing but three thousand dead strangers is too much to handle?"
The way she and Watcher X talk about each other makes me think he's the one she tortured.
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