Rodney was seated at a table within a conference
room where she intended on meeting with Cole Duine,
a notorious criminal who was associated with the
White Fist gang. As an ISB officer, Sierra had done
her research prior to meeting with him. The
research, as it would seem, would not offer her much
to go off of. This man, though he had never been
successfully convicted, was charged with murder,
kidnapping, assault, theft, and the list went on and
on and on. Needless to say, Sierra decided to use
her special privileges as the Grand Moff's wife to
have Stormtroopers placed within the conference room
where they were to meet. "He'll be here soon." She
said to herself, staring up at the chrono on the
wall. For the safety of her son, she had chosen to
leave him with her husband. She didn't need someone
like Cole Duine knowing about all the tiny, helpless
weaknesses she had in her life. Anxiously, she took
her cap of her head and toyed with it in her hands.
If he didn't show up on time, then she was walking.
He wasn't worth an extra minute of her time.
Cole Duine had
a motto. Show up on time, your late. Show up five
minutes early, your on time. He was a punctual man
who valued certain aspects of life. The finer
things. Leaving his weapons behind the white skinned
Zabrak followed the stormtroopers through into the
room. Dressed in a fine black white stripped suit
that would be seen on a more wealthy person shows
Cole liked to dress up. He also figured if he was to
die. Better die looking good. He glanced around the
room as he entered and smirked, hiding any signs of
family life. Smart choice, though credits towards a
few disgruntled troopers led too some decent intel
on his part. Upon seeing Sierra he walked over to
her and extended his cybernetic hand, offering to
cybernetic eye scanned her appearance, a mental
databank taking notes for him as they met.
"Cole Duine at
surprise, the criminal did not make her wait. Cole
Duine arrived, dressed up in attempts to give her
the wrong impression. Xenophobia ran thick within
the veins of the Imperial, but it was not something
Sierra had a problem with. Devils could wear suits
just as much as anyone else. His race didn't matter
to her, as a woman who had two adoptive Squib
daughters and a Clawdite and Mandalorian best
friend. She respectfully rose from her seat, taking
his cold, cybernetic hand for a firm shake. "Major
Sierra Rodney. It's good of you to come. I received
your request. You said you may have skills to offer
the Empire?" She released his hand quickly, sitting
back down. She folded her hands in her lap and
watched him. She was not dressed nearly as posh as
he was. Her Imperial ISB uniform, the same she wore
every day, looked crisp and neat on her. Her rank
insignia stood out on her cream top. Her black
trousers and uncomfortable boots completed her look.
Her blue eyes remained on his face like she was
attempting to look through him to his core.
"Right to the
point, I see. I think I will like you. Always good
not to waste time."
Was said as
the Zabrak pulled back a chair and lifted off his
suit coat and placed it on the chair, taking a seat
as he spoke.
"I'll be frank
with you, Major. As you all ready know, I may, or
may not be the head of a small group that has taken
a place of residence in Chandrila. We both know how
much of a danger zone this is currently for the
imperials with the rebels and all. My skill set has
a very long list. These skills I believe could help
the imperials in Chandrila. Let's say supplies just
happen to make its way into the rebels hands...it
would be a shame if said supplies happened to
say...blow up. Or go missing? Or perhaps in another
scenario, movements the rebels are making happen to
fall in your hands?
He leaned back
against the chair, his eyes locked on hers as they
spoke. He would wait before offering any small talk.
a point of contention around the Retributor.
Claudius was eternally locked in combat there
because the Emperor had commanded him to win that
battle. Instead, it had become a mess of losses for
the Imperials. Sierra had even spoken to the
tactical officer about pulling out of Chandrila. It
simply could *not* happen. She wanted to resolve the
issues on Chandrila, but felt reluctant to do it
with someone who she did not consider trust worthy.
"Indeed, Chandrila is a zone of utter chaos at the
moment. I seek to resolve our problems with Rebels
there as much as anyone else." She saw Cole for what
he was: a dirty criminal which no one had been able
to pin down for his crimes. It was likely that he
had the authority and influence to get out of his
troubles with little to no problems. "Hmmm..."
doing my research, Cole." She reached over towards
her datapad, flicking it on with a swipe of her
finger. "You *do* have a long list of skills.
Kidnapping. Murder. Murder plots. Theft. Goodness,
my list just continues." She set the datapad down.
"How am I *really* going to benefit from enlisting
you? How do I know that you are a trustworthy with
such a responsibility? Chandrila is a sensitive
subject around here and I will *not* be the one to
make another mistake in it."
"Well I'm sure
you would just like to 'whip' this planets
inhabitants into shape but just can't quite get it
done" Oh yes that was a shot at the video that was
released about her mother's transgressions. He
sighed at shifted his weight. "To assume I am not a
man of my word...well...shame on you" He smiled and
leaned forward. "You should know from what you've
heard about me that I do not redact on a deal.
Something that is rare in such an entrepreneur such
as myself. Frankly, you and I both know that this
planet is a gamble. It's been talked about that it
might even be abandoned. We can't have that. See
this is a deal that needs to be made. The imperials
backing someone such as myself could give you a
foothold on this planet. If you don't well who knows
who might attempt to take over...such as the Black
It was the
choice of Cole's words that struck a chord inside of
Sierra Rodney's chest. *Whip*. During her time on
her husband's home planet, Delaya, terrible videos
had leaked over the HoloNet depicting a young Sierra
Dakkar's physical abuse at the capable hands of her
mother. All around the galaxy, people had watched
each moment of horror that defined who she was
today. It was humiliating and upsetting all at once.
In that instant, she knew that he had seen the
videos. When she was already put off by him, the
comment was enough to make her decision for her.
This man was troublesome. She would not place her
Chandrila eggs in his basket. As Claudius' adjutant,
he trusted her with making this decision, which is
exactly why he had sent her to meet with Cole. She
glanced towards a Stormtrooper as she contemplated
telling them to arrest him, then decided not to. At
this point, she didn't like the way he was
to make herself more comfortable with the situation
by rising from her seat and approaching the small
viewport in the conference room. "I do believe that
we need a helping hand on Chandrila, however, I do
not think you are the one I want that help from."
The man was foolish. He did not know what he was
talking about. She looked over her shoulder at him
as a way of dismissing him. Little did she know, one
ISB officer's trash may become another ISB officer's
stood, a smirk upon his face. His hand lifted to
grab his coat as he spoke. "Such a shame...such as
business prospect could have been greatly beneficial
for both sides." Taking his coat and putting it on
he followed. "We all have our inner demons. The
transgressions of our fathers do not define us,
Major." He slowly made his way to the door. "Thank
you for your time Major. Perhaps we shall bump into
one another again. Id look forward to the day." He
was tempted to say a comment about her baby Boy but
he didn't. He couldn't test his luck. Not yet
anyways. "Let's hope next time we do meet...it's not
because the black sun had all ready established
something on Chandrila and it's too late."
A thin trail
of cigarra smoke followed Major Serra Eona as she
made her way to the conference room. No invitation
had been extended, but knowledge of a meeting
between an ISB officer who also happened to be the
Grand Moff's wife and a criminal element of some
influence wasn't the sort of thing that was easy to
hide from Intelligence. The full network of
surveillance that Major Eona had put into place on
the Retributor still needed to be restored, but Min
hadn't been entirely neglectful, and Serra was
taking full advantage of the resources now at her
burned to its last few centimeters, was discarded in
a waste disposal unit just outside of the doorway.
The Intelligence Officer stepped up to the entrance,
then, which slid open to reveal the half-turned back
of the pale Zabrak, a handful of Stormtroopers, and
Major Sierra Rodney. Dead eyes passed along each
individual, lingering on Sierra for a moment before
landing on Cole.
"I don't think
that's going to be a concern. Mr. Duine, isn't it?
Major Serra Eona, Imperial Intelligence. Please,
have a seat." She gestured to the conference table.
There was no flare of superiority to her tone, no
effort to assert herself as she made to take control
of this meeting. Serra simply did so, stepping in to
position herself halfway between either end of the
table before sitting down herself. A hand
disappeared into the white coat of her uniform,
producing a fresh cigarra. She took her time,
lighting it and indulging in a deep inhale before
her attention returned to the two, focused primarily
to face Cole. She did not trust him, therefore she
didn't expose her back to him for long. At her
command, the Stormtroopers would see the end of Cole
Duine. Her eyes narrowed at Cole's cryptic words. He
had decided to hang Sierra's dirty laundry within
the conference room. It spoke of an unprofessional
demeanor that she had no intention of working with.
She felt that her husband would side with her when
she reported to him the going ons of the meeting.
Sierra remained silent. She watched Cole like a
thranta. "I doubt that will happen, Mr. Duine." It
seemed like the meeting would end...and it would
have if not for the appearance of Major Serra Eona.
Though Sierra had never met the woman, she did know
of her. The woman was an ISB officer like herself
who barged into the meeting without Sierra's
permission. Sierra withdrew from the viewport and
made her way back to the table where she sat. Her
eyes silently asked 'What are you doing here?' to
Serra, but she would not call the woman out in front
of a potential client whom she had denied. "Major...
How *kind* of you to join us..."
"I was just
dismissing Mr. Duine, Major." Sierra informed her.
"We have no use for him. The decision is made. This
meeting has concluded." The smoke from her cigarra
quickly began to fill the room. Sierra, who was
pregnant, wished she could escape the clouds that
Serra was making.
"Well as a
gentlemen I certainly can't refuse a woman's
request, especially one in uniform." Cole grinned as
he looked to the Major that entered the room,
smoking. The smoke didn't bother him, he had his own
vices to say the he least. He slowly turned and made
his way to the chair, pulling it out and taking a
seat. This was his second chance. Though he was
caught a bit off guard, after all he had a meeting
with Sierra and not Serra. He would improvise. After
all, that's what criminals were good for.
moved to his coat and unhooked it, pulling it free
and off. Setting in on the chair before he leaned
back and got comfy. "Thank you for giving me the
extra time Major."
caught the look Sierra gave her, meeting it with the
cold apathy that always rested in her pale eyes. It
was a brief look, bearing with it just as much
concern for the silent protest as she had for
whatever ill effects her cigarra might have. Once
settled in her seat, Major Eona's attention was on
Bureau may have no use for Mr. Duine, Major Rodney,
but Imperial Intelligence does. I'm willing to
include ISB in this discussion, but you're free to
dismiss yourself if necessary."
The words were
spoken with a natural air of command. While Serra
certainly didn't outrank Sierra in any official
capacity, it wasn't uncommon for Intelligence
officers to assume a position of authority, and it
wasn't often bucked against. The one exception to
this, of course, tended to be officers in the
Security Bureau. Serra half expected Major Rodney to
react poorly, but she wasn't going to allow much
time for debate, shifting her attention over to
our information, you currently operate primarily on
Chandrila. As you are no doubt aware, the Empire has
suffered certain set backs on the planet. Now, a man
in your position can recognize an opportunity when
he sees one, and I feel we can come to a mutually
beneficial arrangement. I'm prepared to ensure that
you and those who work for you are granted a certain
level of immunity from Imperial interference, if you
can carry out certain tasks that I require. If you
prove successful and reliable, then I believe we can
enjoy a very lucrative relationship." She took a
drag from the cigarra then, letting the smoke roll
through her lungs before exhaling. "If you prove to
be of as little use as Major Rodney believes you to
be, or you betray my trust...well, I'm sure I don't
need to explain to you how that will turn out."
Cole Duine was
in the hands of Imperial Intelligence now. Sierra
wasn't about to debate with Major Eona in front of
their 'guest'. Instead, she nodded her head to both
Serra and Cole. "It seems you're receiving a second
chance, Mr. Duine. I suggest you listen very
carefully to Major Eona and not fail in the tasks
she hands you. Otherwise, the next time we meet will
not be pleasant." Sierra rose to her feet as she
quickly collected her belongings. She saw no need to
baby sit Major Eona, as she knew what she was doing
and the fire she now played with. "Goodbye, Major.
Goodbye, Mr. Duine." The ISB Major quietly left the
room. The Stormtroopers she had left followed at her
heels. She felt it had been a good idea to include
added security this time. She hoped her future
meetings wouldn't go so badly.
help but smile. He assumed he would have to set up
some sort of pitch for this woman but she
understood. She understood the value of having a
foot hold on a planet with a potential booming
criminal element to have aid in the imperial
"Oh I can
assure you that your decision will be without
regret. I feel like we should have a drink to our
future together?" He offered a smile to Major Sierra
on her way out. No extra comments were made before
he looked to his new partner.
"That is, if
your allowed to drink on the job?"
He had so much
he had to work out with her but time would allow
this to take place. He had to make sure all the cogs
fell into place.
gave Sierra a nod as she departed. While she had
been genuine with her offer to include the ISB in
this operation, it seemed that her curt demeanor had
achieved what Serra had hoped it would. The Major
wasn't a fan of others meddling in her work these
days, and even though she had no reason to doubt
Sierra's competence, she didn't like ISB
interference. She liked it even less when the agent
in question had such direct and devoted ties to the
Rodney and the Stormtroopers gone, Serra turned her
attention to Cole. There was nothing warm or
inviting in her eyes, nor any cruelty or malice. For
all intents and purposes they were devoid of
emotion. As he suggested drinks, she took a drag
from her cigarra. Her hand fell to depress a comm
button on the table as she exhaled.
service droid to conference room Delta 7. Two
fingers of gin, and.." She gave Cole a nod, letting
him name his preference before closing the comm
link, once more focusing on the Zabrak sitting
across from her.
return to Chandrila, your first task will be making
contact with the rebels. Despite their recent
victories, they are no doubt in continuous and
desperate need of supplies. I imagine your
connections, particularly once your operation is in
full swing, could prove useful in obtaining what
they need. Deception will not be necessary; I want
you to sell them what they ask for. Build a positive
relationship with them. Before you leave I'll
provide you with an encrypted comm channel through
which you may contact me directly. That will be your
only form of contact with the Empire. I expect
regular and detailed reports of your progress, as
well as anything that the rebels have requested and
what you are providing to them. Should you run afoul
of local authorities, contact me and it will be
handled." She stopped, letting that sink in, and
giving him a chance to ask any questions while they
waited for the drinks to arrive. It was also a fine
opportunity for another drag from the cigarra.
whiskey if you will.." Was said as he adjusted his
outfit as the Major spoke. Taking in everything she
had to say. He thought for a calculating moment, his
cybernetic right arm lightly tapped the table before
"Not a problem
at all...I would humbly ask for some supplies to
help things move along quickly...weapons..things to
get by day to day to allow a more seamless
friendship with the alliance."
talking once the Droid came in with their drinks.
Taking a moment to grab his drink and take a swig of
it, he sighed and offered a smile.
"I am curious
if it is within our arrangement to make sure certain
ships with my stamp of approval can make in to this
planet from other locations without interference
approval businessman after all. He dealt in criminal
activities, especially the drug trade. To make sure
his supply routes weren't intercepted would help
Major Eona had
to wonder why this man had been dismissed so
readily. He was a criminal, sure, and like all
others in his particular line of work, kept an edge
about him. Once one learned how to communicate with
crime lords and gang bosses, though, they could
often be incredibly helpful. Simple goals and direct
ambitions were easy things to feed.
the requests as she took a sip from the gin,
following it with a drag from her cigarra. A simple
motion was made to dismiss the droid, which found
its way out before she spoke again.
"Forward me a
request for supplies and I'll see what I can do.
While the Empire has plenty of resources at its
disposal, I'm sure you can appreciate the need for
discretion in any direct dealings between the Empire
and your organization. The rebels might be
idealistic, but they can be a suspicious lot. Any
hint you're in bed with us and they'll turn tail
without a second thought."
another sip, then she carried on. "As for your
vessels, I can arrange security codes to get them
through protected space. I'll need their route and
itinerary, as well as basic information such as make
and identification numbers. I would also like to be
kept abreast of their purpose, though that
information will be restricted to myself and certain
need to know operatives within Imperial
Intelligence." So far, this meeting was going about
as perfectly as one could.
"Of course. I
must say, I am glad you walked in when you did."
He offered her
a smile, his right hand lifting his glass to bring
that sweet whiskey to his lips. Taking a swig,
finishing it off. He set the glass down gently
before adding in.
believe that we covered what we needed too, unless
you wish to her bring up anything else? Everything
on my end will be forwarded to you once I am back
home in Chandrila."
her drink as well, rising from her seat while she
took a final drag from the cigarra. She extinguished
the last of it and dropped it through a disposal
unit, then shifted to face Cole properly.
be all for now, Mr. Duine. A trooper will be waiting
in the hangar with a datapad containing the
information I mentioned earlier. I look forward to
what I hope will be a very lucrative relationship
for us both."
offered a handshake, a final gesture to seal the
deal. While her expression betrayed little, the
Major absolutely considered this a potential
success. So long as things played out properly, she
might just get Chandrila back under control.