The Baroness Alcina Hansol was returning from a
meeting of the Brentaal Houses. As a member of the
nobility she frequently attended the increasingly empty
meetings of the Brentaal government, whose numbers had
been diminished through Imperial arrest and execution of
any member who was believed to be sympathetic to the
Rebel cause. Alcina, however, had been an outspoken
supporter of the Imperial garrison on Brentaal IV and as
a result felt relatively secure. As her luxury speeder
moved through the streets of Cormond she passed the
welcome sight of Imperial walkers, Stormtrooper patrols,
and checkpoints. The sound of the distinct roar of the
twin ion engines of Imperial starfighters roared
overhead. She smiled, as for her everything was going
according to plan. Before the Empire arrived she was
just one of thousands of nobles in the lower echelons of
planetary affairs, but as her political opponents were
eliminated her station continued to rise. When she
reached her estate in the government quarter of Cormond,
she planned to enjoy some overpriced wine and a light
dinner, before turning in early. Most of her nights were
like this and she did not expect anything out of the
ordinary. The droid was quick to open the door as the
speeder arrived, allowing her to exit the speeder and
begin the walk up the path to her private estate.
As usual her kids came running out to greet their
mother. Glad she was home, glad it would finally be
dinner time. They're mom had been out most of the day.
The kids nannied by a droid at home. To care for them
while their mother was out on business. The kids filled
with joy. Happily ran up and embraced their mom. Small
hands gripping to her clothes like she had been gone for
Ath had taken that short window to enter the estate
when the kids went running out to their mother. As
silent as possible she easily entered in through the
kids window in the back of the estate. Ath had been
watching them for the last few days to see their
movements. When they did what and at what time. It was
like clockwork. Around this time there was always a
window open. The kids opened it for some evening fresh
air. Ath had gotten a layout of the estate from old
housing records. Needing to know how everything was laid
out was a necessity. It would help her with this
mission. It would also be easier to move around the
The kids room was bright, well lit. Toys and such.
The usually kid things. Ath didn't look to much into
what was in their room. However she did check for any
sort of camera's. There was no record of security in
this place. Ath did assume that there wasn't going to be
any since she was essentially protected by the Empire.
Ath quietly walked through the kids room. Peeking out
of the room slowly up and down the hallway that lead to
the kitchen, family room, and dining area to the right.
A couple other spare rooms and the master bedroom down
the left. The house quiet. A warm, welcoming feeling to
Ath had since changed her clothes. Now in a more red,
brown color pattern. Something that would simulate the
Rebels attire. Ath had even acquired a tattered
rebellion patch. A hood was up and covering her face
currently. She also wasn't carrying her staff she
usually used as a weapon. This mission wasn't going to
be a huge slaughter. Though it wasn't going to be pretty
Ath debated who would go first. Did she want to make
the kids sit and watch... No that wasn't the rebel thing
to do. Although killing the kids wasn't exactly a rebel
thing to do either...No she questioned why the empire
would even have the kids dead. It would look more like
the rebels did this if the kids survived. Now Ath was
thinking too much. Biting her bottom lip she sneered. "Tsk..."
she hissed rolling her eyes. Kids would die first. Ath
moved into the the closet of the kids room which was
rather roomy and closed the doors and went quiet.
Alcina took a moment to look up into the evening sky
where light clouds had partially obscured the moon. The
evening air was beautiful and felt relaxing against her
skin. Hopefully the nanny droid had already put the
children to bed so that they would not interrupt her
dinner. She rose onto her porch, before stepping forward
into the living room of the estate. "I'm home. Get
dinner ready," she said to the droid, before dropping
her bag and moving towards the bar. She wasted no time
in uncorking the bottle of imported wine, filling her
glass, and giving it a little swirl. The heat in her
palm of the hand gently raised the temperature of the
wine, which caused the aromatic elements to be enhanced.
She rose it to her face, inhaling sharply, before taking
a sip. It was good to be a member of the nobility, she
thought to herself, as she gracefully moved through the
ground floor to the small dining room where she took a
seat and awaited the droids to bring her food. Her eyes
glanced to the chrono she wore on her wrist, slightly
annoyed that the food was not ready yet. "I'm waiting,"
she said, in an annoyed tone, before taking another sip
of the wine. "Maybe I need a new model of servant
droid," she said, loud enough for the droid to hear, in
the hopes that the droid would hear and move faster.
Ath heard the commotion of the kids and their mother
coming in. Obviously food first for Alcina. The kids
quick to run to their room to continue their game they
had left to greet their mother. Ath listened. Quieted
her breathing and closed her eyes as she heard them come
running in giggling.
The droid had taken the time to start cleaning
another part of the room when it heard its master's
return. Slow to respond but made its way out of the
master bedroom and down the hall towards the kitchen.
Ath poked the door of the closet open ever so
slightly. The light shining through the small crack.
Lighting up Ath's eye that peeked through looking at the
children's backs to her. Swallowing roughly her face
strained. Her cheek twitching ever so slightly. Quietly
she pushed the door of the closet open just a bit more.
Still the children hadn't noticed the closet door slowly
opening. Revealing the zabrak assassin crouched down in
the closet. The light of the room slowly lighting up Ath
as she pushed the door open. Ath pulled the hood down
before stepping out. Her foot fall of the plush carpet
of the floor quiet.
The kids busy with the dolls in their hands and
distracted from the assassin behind them.
Ath didn't hesitate to crawl forward like a predator.
Feet away from them she grabbed both roughly. Her hands
covering their mouths. Around the palm of her hand a gas
began to pour out and the kids engulfed it in mouthfuls
as the grabbed at Ath's wrists struggling and squirming
to break free of the Zabraks strong arms. Legs kicked
wildly as they gasped in the dioxis gas.
Ath kept a strong steady grip on the kids. Holding
them tight against her body as they squirmed and
wriggled. Sure enough in moments. With the applied hand
to their mouths and nose and the gas. They stopped
squirming. Little bodies going limp in Ath's arms. Ath
released her grip after she was sure they were gone.
Quietly laying them on the ground besides one another.
Making sure it didn't look like some careless imperial
came in and killed them. Ath pushed herself up off her
knees and clenched her jaw making her way out into the
hallway now. Time for mother dearest.
While her children were being gassed in the upper
level of the estate, an oblivious Alcina was more
concerned as to why the droid had yet to prepare her
meal. As she finished her first glass of wine she was
becoming irate. Nothing ever moved fast enough for her
anymore. As her power in the government grew, along with
increased favoritism from her Imperial overlords, she
had come to expect more and more in her personal life.
She expected perfect children and excellent service from
her growing staff of droids, but what she found was a
pair of brats and droids that did not speed up at an
equivalent pace to her career. Maybe she needed to be
old fashioned and hire human servants, or maybe the
Empire would grant her the right to own slaves. Slaves
... slaves would *surely* prepare her meal faster than
this. Her glass was now empty, but rather than wait on
the droid to fill her glass and, as a result slow her
meal, she rose from the dining table and returned to the
bar. "It's going to be a *long* night..." she mused to
herself, as she hurriedly refilled her glass.
Ath made her way downstairs. A gloved hand running
down the banister of the stairs. Eyes looking over the
wood and assumed it was an expensive wood by the look of
her house. Ath came downstairs walking along the tile
floor. Making her way towards the kitchen. Alcina
obviously talking to herself about something. Ath had
just caught the last of whatever she had been saying
when she casually walked into the kitchen. Pulling her
hood down and eyed the woman. Obviously getting fed was
more important than taking the time to care for her
children. Which she wouldn't have to anymore. Ever.
Now Ath debated how a rebel soldier would go about
killing an Imperial supporter. " Evening...." She said
simply before rushing the woman and tackled her to the
ground pinning her roughly to the floor. Ath did take
the time to stop and chat. In fact she quickly pulled a
sharp blade from small of her back and slid the knife
right across the throat of the woman. Blood quickly
spilling out. A messy slow death. Ath pushed herself off
the woman and took a step back watching her grasp at her
neck in attempt to stop the bleeding. " The rebel's send
their regards." Ath said kneeling besides her using her
finger to sweep up a bit of the blood and began to draw
a familiar symbol on the floor just to Ath's left. Away
enough that the blood pouring out of her wouldn't touch
The serving droid finally arrived with dinner, but
when she instead found the deceased body of her master,
the droid dropped the food on the floor and began to
celebrate. "Oh to be rid of that dreadful woman," the
droid declared, confidently, before moving back towards
the food preparation area to make its escape. With her
master dead the restraining bolt could no longer be used
and she was free. What started as an ordinary night had
resulted in the end of her toil and servitude to the
hideous Baroness Hansol.
Commander Min Traebor was locked up inside of her
office deep within The Void, a classified Imperial
structure located within the mountain range of Esseles'
northernmost continent. She was half-drunk, but still
attempting to do her job, but the result was a less than
stellar performance. It was her drinking that led to her
promotion, as those above her never viewed her as a
threat and thought by promoting her into new positions
she would do the bare minimum, and never make anyone
look bad. It had worked until she reached the rank of
Major and had been placed in command of all Imperial
Intelligence assets within this Oversector, but
eventually the stress of the job and dealing with a
large Rebel cell spread throughout six systems and the
vast nebula that linked them became too much and she
cracked. Now she found herself demoted, and placed in
command of a single system, placed in her former command
center to take orders from the ones who had replaced
her. It was a special kind of punishment designed by the
Inquisitorius to remind her of what she had once been,
but no longer was. There were so many operations being
conducted out of here that she could barely keep them
straight once she got to drinking, but nobody cared
anymore. She was no longer important. She no longer had
decision making authority. She was just a cog in the
Imperial machine, but no longer in a vital system.
Someone was either coming to be briefed or debriefed ...
which she could not be sure ... but as she brought her
black leather gloved hand to brush her reddish brown
hair out of her face she assumed whoever arrive would
inform her of which.
Ath was once again walking to the door of Commander
Traebor. Last time she was less than pleased to be in
her company. Ath could only assume it was going to be
about the same type of visit as the last. Unpleasant.
The door hissed open and Ath walked in. Looking at
Traebor. Walking up to the desk and paused looking at
her. Yup she could still smell that unpleasant scent of
alcohol in the air. "Alcina has been dealt with. As well
as her children" Ath said looking at her. It had been a
day or two since Ath killed the woman. She wanted to
give it a couple days before checking in for the
debrief. Let things calm down. Let the media pick up the
story and run it and such. Ath hadn't seen any reports
or any media stories about the murder. So she honestly
wondered if had helped the Empire at all. Of course she
hoped it did. Ath hoped it would make her father proud.
That was always a goal of hers. "Next time hopefully
there's a little more action. Someone to fight back a
little." She said resting her arms behind her back in
and sort of militaristic manner.
Min was slightly startled by the sudden arrival of
Ath, as the facial tattoos of the Zabrak were quite
intimidating. "Glad you're on our side," she said, as
she put down whatever datapad she was pretending to
thumb through to appear busy. "Alcina?" she repeated, as
she narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brow at the
mention of the word. She pressed a button to activate
the terminal that was embedded in her desk, but upon
entering the name was alarmed to find Alcina Hansol
listed as an Imperial collaborator. "You fool! Alcina
was on our side!" she chastised the woman, but just
before she was about to rise from her seat and fly off
the handle she got to the part of the report where it
outlined her orders to have the woman executed in a
disguised Rebel attack. "Oh. Oh! I'm sorry," she said,
sounding quite flustered, as she settled back in her
chair, and pulled down the crisp, white tunic of her
uniform to attempt to prevent it becoming anymore
wrinkled than it actually was. "Good job then!" she
said, with a smile, as she tried to quickly shift the
conversation back in her favor. "More action? I'll give
you more action," she said, as she fumbled through some
datapads to try and find something more suited. But, as
she pulled for one, the others slipped from the pile and
fell to the ground in a loud crash, as if she had just
lost some archaic children's game of balance.
Ath's gut rose just a hair when Min reacted to the
name. Like she had heard the name wrong. Ath was
100-percent certain that she was in the right here
though. Ath had gotten it all down in her own data pad.
So Min reaction made her doubt. Which happened. But
never in the sense of who she was killing. Ath's brow
narrowed harshly when she apologized. Looking flustered
and sat back down in her chair.
Ath took in a deep breath and roughly took a seat
across from her. When the data pads fell Ath couldn't
help but put her fingers to the bridge of her nose and
squeeze slightly. "Have you ever tried to organize
those? Or put those in a drawer that doesn't have
liquor" Ath asked in a snarky tone. "Or maybe just have
the bottle up on your desk and the datapads in the
drawer the bottle was previously in." Ath's frustration
getting the best of her.
"Organize them? No. If I did that ... they'd just
bring more," a beleaguered Min replied to Ath, as she
reached down into the pile and searched out one that
might actually be difficult. "Ah. Brentaal again!" she
said, as she placed the datapad down on the desk in
front of her and began to skim through it. "Ah. It seems
that there's a local Rebel cell on Brentaal *again*,"
she mused, pursing her lips together as she *slowly*
read over the report with her glazed over eyes. "They
have blasters. Explosives. *This* should be a
challenge," she declared, before offering the datapad
over to her. "It won't be a lonely job this time. It
seems the Governor is throwing everything at them.
Mercenaries. Storm commandos. Even an Inquisitor," she
informed her, as she leaned back in her chair to allow
her the ability to read the datapad herself. "Do you
play well with others?" she asked, as she reached into
her desk and pulled out a small metal case that
contained cigarras. Plucking one between her lips she
was quick to light it, filling her lungs with the toxic
smoke that would one day kill her if the Rebellion, or
even the Empire, did not eliminate her first. She
exhaled a plume of smoke, as she shifted her feet within
the uncomfortably tight leather boots.
Ath was actually okay with her response to why she
didn't organize them. It was very true that they would
bring her more to do. Kept her work flow easier. Ath
leaned back in the char. Folding her leg over the other
and watched Min read through a data pad. Till she found
something that would interest Ath. Sure enough this one
seemed like the type Ath was into. At the mention of
blasters, and explosives. Ath perked up. Actively
leaning forward with curiosity. Even the Governer was
putting men into the fray. Ath took the datapad in her
hands and leaned back in the chair. Eyes scanning over
the information. Everything looked good to her. Nothing
out of the ordinary. Plus she would get to kill people.
One after the other. Sounded perfect. "I play well with
others..." She responded dryly. Looking up from the
datapad to Min. " Any one specific joining the party?"
She asked going back to the datapad. Re-reading over a
couple spots. "Who's running the attack?" She asked her
Min allowed the cigarra to rest between her lips, as
she reached across to take the datapad back. "Let's
see," she mumbled from between pursed lips, while
simultaneously exhaling the occasional breath of smoke.
"Oh. Wow," she said, which prompted her to reach up and
take the cigarra from her lips and stub it out in a
nearby ashtray. "Inquisitor Thrope is leading the
attack," she said, as she brought her hand up to the
back of her neck and began to rub it anxiously. "Wow. I
really should be more on top of this one," she warned
herself, as her hand moved to adjust the collar of her
uniform. It was almost as if she could already feel
herself being telekinetically punished by the Inquisitor
for incompetence. It was an experience she had felt
several times before, but was in no hurry to complete.
"You up for that?" she asked, not entirely sure who she
was dealing with on the other side of the desk.
Ath gave a small smirk and nodded. " Sounds like a
blast..." She said standing up. " You can sign me up for
this. I haven't met this Thrope individual. Sounds
interesting" Ath watched Min move uneasily. Obviously
the name was known to her. It made her uncomfortable.
Which made Ath excited to meet this individual. " When
is this mission taking place? How long do I have to
prepare?" Ath folded her arms against her chest. Now
feeling pumped. Someone new. Someone who made Min
straighten her collar without even being here. Must be
an interesting individual.
"Just don't say that to her face, hun," Min said, as
she, too, rose from her desk chair in a sign of
politeness to the mercenary. "When? Oh. I almost
forgot," she stammed, before placing her hand on the
desk in front of her for support. She had risen too
quickly and was in danger of losing her balance. She
lowered her head, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply
to collect herself. She was a disgrace, and she knew it,
but rather that using it as motivation to improve it
just made her feel more depressed and caused her to
drink *more*. When she could see again she reached for
the datapad, and scrolling down she saw that the
operation was supposed to be conducted ... tomorrow! "Oh
no," she said, before rolling her eyes up at the Zabrak.
"Tomorrow," she said, with one word, that sent a shiver
down her spine and caused the hair on her arms to
momentarily stick up.
"Well that's not much notice but it will do just
fine" Ath responded. Luckily Ath had all her weapons on
the ship she had come in. So she wasn't worried about
not having her weapons for her to use. Ath assumed they
were gearing up here at the Imperial base. So she didn't
bother to ask where. Which meant she could get ready and
get some rest and meet up with this Inquisitor. Looking
at Min she gave a nod " Probably should get your liver
checked out Commander" She said watching her breath
deep. "Maybe drink some water" Ath added. " I'll report
in tomorrow. Which im guessing I report in at this
"No ... it's not much notice," a terrified Min
replied, but she was speaking to herself rather than Ath
at this point. She was terrified, and hoped that she
would not even be needed for this assignment. Her task,
such as it was, was simply to do the briefing before the
operation. She could get through that, couldn't she? She
asked herself, but even her own subconscious did not
have a favorable opinion of her and the situation. "My
liver? Oh. Uh," she said, looking down, and fumbling
about, not picking up on the Zabrak's humorous comment
as she was now solely invested in ensuring she survived.
"Water. Yeah. I'll do that," she said, stammering, but
she had already decided to hit the bottle the moment the
woman left her presence. "Yes. The Commandos and
whatever mercenaries they take will push out from the
hangar," she explained, with a nod of her head, as she
tried to keep her hands from anxiously shaking. She
"Seriously. Drink some water" Ath said in a more
serious tone. " Don't set yourself up for further
failure. Maybe clean up the datapads. You're obviously
shaken by this individual" Ath said noticing Mins
demeanor now. Obviously worried about something at this
point. " Have a good evening Commander..." Ath said and
made her way out of the room just as quick as she had
entered and headed down to the hanger to her ship.
Min did not say another word to Ath, as she was too
preoccupied. She glanced up and saw the Zabrak had gone,
and quickly plopped back down into her chair. She
activated the dimmer switch to lower the volume of light
within the room, and then proceeded to fill her glass
with more Corellian whisky. Another cigarra found its
way into her mouth as well, which was quickly lit and
was now the brightest source of light within the room.
As she smoked her cigarra and drank her whisky she
contemplated what was to come, dreading it. The good
part was another few drinks and she would forget what
was making her so afraid.