A tall, linear man made his way down the halls of the Republic space dock, en route to room in the max security wing of the station. There he was to receive his briefing for a mission he'd been told was of utmost priority but for which he'd been given few details to this point.
Codenamed "Eyeballs" by the Strategic Information Service, the man stood at 6' 4" and currently sported a thick, bushy mustache along with a short mohawk surrounded by a simulated receding hairline. On previous assignments he featured a full head of light brown hair, but for his new cover he needed to avoid looking like his other aliases as much as possible.
His codename, oddly, came from a nickname some of his comrades gave him after he suffered torture focused around his eyes by the Sith Empire during the war. He was in fact, partially blind in one of those eyes, but not enough to severely impair him. He did still have some nasty scars around his eyes, however. Regardless, since he had to fake his own death at one point, his previous codename was retired and "Eyeballs" become his new one.
"The Colonel is inside and awaiting your arrival, sir." a Republic guard declared from his post at the door.
'Eyeballs' nodded slightly and entered the room. A green-skinned, middle-aged twi'lek woman in a black and red uniform looked up from the datapad on her desk, then stood up.
"Ah, Major. Come in, take a seat."
"I hope you have a lot of answers for me colonel, because what little I've been told of this mission has left me with a lot of questions." The agent stated bluntly as he sat down and folded his hands on his lap.
"That's why I'm here."
She sat back down, and pressed a few buttons on her datapad.
"We have much to discuss."
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"And that should cover everything. Do you have more questions, or would you like to see the team we've assembled?"
The man took a few moments to go over all the information in his head, before standing up and nodding.
"Yes, I would like to see the team now." he responded.
A couple halls and an elevator later, the two Republic officials were watching a certain pale skinned, dark haired zabrak of average height and lean build through one-way glass. He was in an interrogation/detention room, though he had been given a very limited datapad with a few holovids and books on it, and a commlink to contact a guard if he needed anything. It was somewhat cozier than a typical cell. The zabrak was slouched in a corner of the cell, the datapad balanced on one knee as he scrolled through one of the books. It didn't look like he was actually reading it, as he was going too fast and his orange eyes were glazed over. He looked thoroughly bored.
"Sul Koth." The colonel identified him, while bringing up his file on her datapad. "A smuggler who's slipped past us and our arrest warrant several times in the last few years, despite having helped us smuggle weapons and refugees past the Sith during the war."
"So we know he has Republic sympathies at least." the agent commented.
"Sympathies, if not actual loyalties. We did have an warrant out on him after all. More importantly though, he's an exceptional pilot, and brave, maybe to the point of stupidity. His passengers once reported that they were being pursued by Sith fighters, he led them on a chase, then double-backed and flew alongside them, joining his own chase."
"Impressive." the agent nodded, "He'll do."
The colonel led the agent farther down the hall and stopped at another window, looking in on an identical cell, this one housing a mirialan woman. She had yellow skin, and medium-length brown hair hastily tied back into a pony tail. Her eyes were a pale blue, and her hands and parts of her face were covered in tattoos. She was sitting in a chair, writing in a flimsy book with a pen.
"Minno Malo... aka Siri Cyn, aka Zu Zhen, aka Lilly Lo, aka Rika Cracken... and so on. A woman of many names, and many crimes. Most recently arrested for bombing a bank and stealing from her own account."
"Indeed...?" the agent mused, observing the woman a tad more closely, "Is she unstable, or just that much of a showoff?"
"Hard to say. She hasn't exhibited much in the way of arrogance or instability while we've observed her in prison, though she's offered little defense for her various crimes, and even less explanation. This is the one I had the most reservations about bringing into the team, but she has unparalleled demolition skills, adept slicing skills, and while she doesn't seem to have any great loyalties towards the republic, she does hate the Sith. As a teenager she escaped Sith captivity, and crippled the dreadnought she'd been held on on her way out."
"I'll just have to keep an eye on her then." the agent nodded, "Moving along?"
The next cell contained human girl about fourteen years old who was busy pacing in circles and rubbing her knuckles together. No more than five feet tall, she had a slight, athletic build, almost completely flat-chested. Her right nostril had a small black ring through it, contrasting with the innocent aura her dark curly low pigtails and blue eyes gave her.
"Fyra Thatch, slicer, thief, and con woman. Though calling her a woman is being generous."
"She does indeed look rather young. What is her age?" 'Eyeballs' inquired.
"We don't know exactly, we don't have a lot on her. Younger than I'd normally assign to a mission like this. Which brings us to our next character..."
Instead of having to walk anywhere, the colonel simply turned around in the hall and pressed a button to undim the one-way window behind them, revealing yet another cell. It had a nearly six and a half foot tall, fairly overweight, pink-skinned twi'lek man, sitting on a chair typing away at a datapad. He had dark eyes, and a few scars on one of his lekku and side of his face.
"Svent Dhuramav. Partner slash bodyguard to miss Thatch, the two have committed various cyber crimes and heists over the past eighteen months, managing to elude the Republic completely. Arrogant, and egotistical, they nearly always left calling cards at their crime scenes. Their egos got them in the end though, we caught them impersonating waiters in the Palace of the Republic here on Coruscant. We tried to recruit Dhuramav alone, but both he and Fyra insisted they'll only work as a team."
"The Palace of the Republic, huh? Those two might have a future in SIS if they survive this mission."
Inside the next room was a average-height, light-skinned girl in her late teens. She had jet-black hair which was made up into a stylized pony tail with some bangs covering part of her left eye. She had a freckled face and relatively petite facial features. She was standing on her chair (which was on top of the table if there was a table) trying to reach a panel in the ceiling near the light. On the floor a lie a couple datapads which had been taken apart and apparently gutted.
"And next we have Jodey Arias. Imperial born and traitor, she shamed her Imperial officer parents when she switched sides and fled to Republic space. She's a good pilot, mechanic, and thief as it turns out, we recently caught her after she'd been stealing and selling parts and supplies from one of our military bases. And evidently she's practicing her escape artist skills."
"Another teenage girl...?" the agent inquired, being able to guess Jodey's approximate age by her appearance, "I would've thought we'd have enough drama on the mission with one."
The colonel shrugged. "She's a capable adult, we work with what we've got."
She moved to the next window. They saw the side profile of a dark skinned man in his thirties or forties, kneeling on the floor in a meditative posture. Barely visible due to the angle and shoulder length black hair, were some kind of goggles or cybernetic pieces covering his eyes, faintly glowing red.
"Errol Reevio, Jedi Knight and war hero, long time ally of the Republic... until a couple months ago, when he was expelled from the Jedi Order. We have him here for the murder of a Jedi Master and her apprentice, and three Republic citizens. The Order recommends we keep him detained indefinitely, however, due to his exemplary record and numerous medals earned during the Great War, the Republic is willing to offer him this second chance."
Reevio slowly looked up and turned his head to the side to face the agent through the one-way glass. He had a couple long and thing scars running across his face, possibly past or through one of his eyes, though the goggles made it impossible to tell.
"Has any motivation been established for the murders?" the agent asked, shifting slightly when he saw Reevio apparently staring right at them.
Reevio smiled and looked away.
"When we caught him and asked him why he was here, he replied, and I quote, 'I guess I had it coming.' When asked why he did it, he said, I quote again, 'Maybe they had it coming too.' Beyond that, he's seemed unwilling to talk about it, though he has been a model prisoner."
"Sounds like an interesting character to say the least." the agent nodded, "That is all of them then?"
"One more." She pressed several buttons on her datapad before handing it to the agent. "Read it thoroughly and memorize it, he'll be one of them soon."
"I've gone on some crazy assignments with some crazy people, but nothing like this one." the agent commented as he made a quick once-over of the datapad.
"We have the utmost confidence in you and your ability to command this mission. May the Force be with you, Captain Strayker."
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