Major Kerrie Kiley took in a sharp breath as she first awoke, cradled
in the fetal position on her small cot. Her arms were wrapped in a death
grip around the small stuffed bantha named 'booki' her parents had given
her so long ago ... her last remaining tie to her innocent youth on Zolan
that now seemed like a different life. In an instant she shifted into
the appearance of a human female the crew had come to know so well. It
seemed as if she spent more time in this appearance than as she did as
her true self.
Rising from the bed she moved slowly to the refresher, the cold
metallic durasteel plating causing shivers to go up her diminutive frame
... she was not the kind of person who owned a pair of slippers. She let
the water run in her basin for a long while before splashing it upon her
face as she went through the morning ritual of waking up. She sighed as
she looked at her reflection in the mirror, wondering where the once
fiercely regarded warrior had gone. Kerrie had dwell on the words of
Inquisitor Thanor and she had spent several days wondering how best to
rectify it. Finally, she had a thought as how to redeem herself.
Coming out of the refresher, Kerrie turned her attention to the
locker on the far side of her small cabin. Opening it revealed the dark
colored suit of armorweave she had worn during her times as a bounty
hunter. She held the helmet in front of her face for a moment, canting
her head as she examined it carefully. "I hope this still fits..." she
said, talking more about her mental size rather than her physical size,
as she snugly plopped it down over her head. Moments later she had
forced herself back into the set of armor given to her by the Mabari
during her training on her native Zolan and for the first time in a long
while she felt herself again.
As Kerrie navigated the winding corridors of the Warspite she
felt the eyes of the crew upon her, who were whispering about her choice
of attire. She paid them no heed and instead walked with renewed focused
and determination towards the flight deck. It had been two years since
she had made use of her personal craft and she wondered if it would
still work. After checking with a technician who assured her they had
been regularly servicing the vintage craft she made her way across the
hanger to the Sonthi.
Kerrie placed a gloved hand upon the black alloy of the fighter's
hull, stroking it lovingly like a long lost pet. She walked around the
vessel slowly, examining it for any sign of damage ... or explosives given
the nature of treachery aboard this vessel ... and performing her
pre-flight check. Satisfied she grabbed hold of the side support of the
port wing and climbed back into the cockpit. As she strapped herself in
the transparisteel dome closed over her head and she began powering up
the ship's reactor. "Warspite. This is Major Kiley. I am
departing for Brentaal IV. Over," she announced over the comlink to
which she quickly got a reply from the vessel's Chiss tactical officer.
A more delicate pilot than Lieutenant Trainor, Kerrie gracefully
glided the Lambda-class T-4a shuttle Sonthi out of the Warspite's hanger
at regulation speed. As she entered space she maneuvered the shuttle
around until the distant orange and white mass of Brentaal IV came to
life in her viewport. A gloved hand tightened around the throttle and
quickly moved forward, accelerating the ship to it's top sublight speed.
She had a date on the surface she did not want to be late for.
Landing the Sonthi in the outskirts of the city of Votrad,
Kerrie began making her way on foot towards the estate of Lord Benjamin
Nam'a'taht, the local nobleman who had insulted and discredited her to
the Inquisitor. In return for her earlier assistance to Major Traebor,
Imperial Intelligence had provided her with surveillance footage linking
the man to the local Rebel cell. It was all the excuse she needed to
take her revenge against the noble swine.
Arriving at the exterior of the man's palatial estate, Kerrie held up
a pair of macrobinoculars and began scanning the interior. She picked up
several heat signatures on the lower levels who she believed to be
security and staff. There was only one signature on the upper level,
which she was convinced was Nama'a'taht. Creeping forward, she reached
the wall of the building and produced a grappling hook from one of the
pouched on her armor. Hurling it upwards the durasteel hook clamped into
the duracrete window sill and took a secure fitting.
Kerrie pulled on the rope of the grappling hook and it seemed secure,
and with great ease began scaling the side of the building, pulling hand
over hand as she ascended towards the man's window. As she reached the
window she let out a deep breath, wondering if she was doing the right
thing. Surely identifying treachery of a local member of the Brentaal
Houses and bringing Imperial justice to him would impress the
Inquisitor. If not, at least she had the satisfaction of knowing she had
eliminated a traitor.
Kerrie's left hand moved to the top of her helmet as she pulled the
targeting scanner down over her eyes. She blinked several times as she
readjusted herself to the interface, while her free hand moved to slide
her carefully polished KYD-21 from her holster. An instant later she
smashed through the window, and after performing a roll she came up in a
crouched position with her blaster aimed squarely at the man's bed.
"Lord Nam'a'taht. A pleasure as always," she announced as a smirk crept
onto her face.
Lord Benjamin Nam'a'taht had been resting comfortably in his bed for
sometime reading a serialized drama on his datapad. He was therefore
quite understandably disturbed when the Clawdite assassin came tumbling
through his window. He attempted to reach for his security device, but
with the woman's weapon already trained upon him he thought better of
it. "Who are you?!" he demanded, speaking in a loud enough voice that he
hoped one of his incompetent security officers down below might hear and
respond. Truthfully he did not remember the woman from his encounter of
the other month, as she looked quite different than she did at the time
and he had encountered so many since.
"I am the incompetent buffoon you described to Inquisitor Thanor,"
Kerrie explained as she rose from the ground, never taking her blaster
pistol off the man's form. "Well ... this 'buffoon' has evidence you are
part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor!" she confidently announced as
as she waved the index finger of her left hand at him in a scolding
manner. "Now what are we to do about that?" she asked, sitting herself
down on the side of the bed next to him.
Lord Nam'a'taht squirmed as he realized his predicament, and began
frantically attempting to come up with some sort of plan. It was true he
had been using his shipping company to deliver equipment to the
Rebellion on Brentaal IV, but they had scored so many victories in rapid
succession that he had felt it was 'safe' to support them. "Look ... I
have credits ... lots of credits," he began stammering, as he crawled away
from her in the bed, pressing himself helplessly against the backboard.
"You can have them ... we can just forget about this!" he pleaded with
her, unfastening his expensive wrist chronometer and throwing it towards
her as the first offering of a bribe.
There was a time when Major Kiley worked for money, but that was long
ago and now she worked for blood. "Bribing an Imperial Officer and
attempting to interfere with her duties, Milord?" she said
sarcastically, shaking her head at him as she stared down at him through
the targeting goggles hovering in front of her eyes. "This 'buffoon' is
above petty bribes," she said one last time before pulling back on the
trigger of her KYD-21 and unleashing a stun bolt at the man's chest. As
soon as it hit his chest, the man fell silent and unconscious in front
Kerrie slid the KYD-21 back into her holster and pulled out a thermal
detonator from the side of her belt. She programmed it for a five minute
detonation and shoved it into the unconscious noble's mouth like a piece
of fruit at a roast. She wanted to take a holovid, but she felt the
Admiral would chastise her for leaving evidence, and thus she
reluctantly darted back towards the window. Rather than climb down she
lept from it and landed with a loud *thud* on the ground below.
Unexpectedly, rounds of blaster fire began going off all around her
from inside the house, but none of them were skilled enough marksmen to
pose her any damage ... or so she thought. Keeping low to the ground she
began heading towards her ship as blaster fire tore through the air in
front of her. She moved in front of trees whenever possible and have
several close calls, but she kept moving, knowing the explosion would
occur at any second. Suddenly a massive explosion erupted from the top
floor of the estate, sending out a massive fireball that illuminated the
night sky. Kerrie smiled contently as she raised the targeting scanner
back over her helmet, knowing her prey was dead and justice had been
carried out. A moment later she was back at her ship and preparing for
her triumphant return trip to the Star Destroyer.