El-Nay Darr moved through
Brentaal IV's Imperial Garrison slowly, walking in a
rigid manner consistent with how she had seen the others
walk. "Tycho," she whispered, so that only he would hear
via the comm system. "...I think I forgot part of the
uniform. Everyone else seems to have something wedged up
their ass," she said, jokingly, trying to calm her
nerves. Each of the corridors seemed to look identical
to the one before it, and she had no idea how anyone
knew where where they were going. As she reached the
restricted area the code cylinder in the upper pocket of
her tunic did the job, and she was successfully able to
gain access. At that moment she wanted to let out a
little cheer of success, but she stopped herself, as she
still had to use the computer spike, and then safely
exit the structure.
Tycho was once again dressed
in his full body armor, armed as per usual. He loitered
about near the building, simply listening in on comms.
When she spoke, he had a brief flash of worry, then a
single sound of mirth escaped his throat. "Well, we'll
have to get something crammed up your ass later. For
now, worry about the mission." After a moment, he added,
"Good job. You're through the first hard part. Now, just
continue on and act like you belong there. Don't worry
about anyone else unless they talk to you. Remember what
I showed you about rank and insignia. If they're lower
rank, tell them you're in a rush and get rid of them. If
it's a higher ranking officer... we'll go from there."
It did not take long for
El-Nay to find the room with the computer terminal, as
she was quite competent when she was sober, and had
refrained from drinking the entire day. "Did you ever
stop to ask what it is we're shipping to Esseles?" She
whispered silently, as she took hold of the computer
spike and inserted it as she had showed him. The
terminal ran through the program loaded on the spike
issuing orders to prepare a shuttle to transport a
shuttle to Esseles along with a Stormtrooper escort and
an expected mercenary contingent. When it was done she
grabbed hold of the spike and pulled it from the
terminal, and the program began the process of deleting
all of the surveillance footage during the time she was
present. "I think I got it..." she whispered, before
stepping out of the room with the terminal, back into
the restricted area. All she would need to do is walk
out of the garrison and her mission would be complete.
"You don't ask the client
about the merchandise," he said. "It's something
illegal, obviously. They'll either tell you or they
won't." Asking such questions often led to losing the
job. Another thing he'd have to teach the girl. She had
a lot to learn, but he could teach her. At confirmation
of completing the mission he said, "Good job. Come on
back and drinks are on me. Should only be an hour or two
before we're ready to depart." Though everything had
gone well thus far, he still had to worry a touch. There
was still time for things to go bad. All she needed to
do was walk out, though. Just walk out.
El-Nay briskly walked
through the security doors and returned to the series of
corridors that would lead to the exit, and she was
starting to feel confident about her escape. She wanted
to smile, but did her best to bite at her lower lip to
contain her enthusiasm. Each time she turned the corner
at the corridor she was one step closer to a breath of
freedom. She could taste the drinks Tycho had promised
It was then that Captain
Thad Updike of the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps spotted
the young Lieutenant, and a perplexed look came upon his
phase as he studied her ... specifically her hair. He was
a Storm Commando, and was a strictly by the books
officer. "You there, Lieutenant. Halt!" He ordered, as
he adjusted the tunic of his black uniform before
walking swiftly towards her position. A stern finger was
raised to her face, before moving further north to knock
her uniform's cover to the ground. "Is this some idea of
a joke, Lieutenant? Lose a bet perhaps? Or was this a
prank and someone did this to you in your sleep?" He
asked, turning his head slightly to the side, angrily
glaring down at her as he waited a response.
El-Nay swallowed in terror
when the officer ordered her to stop, and as she was
pretending to be an Imperial she saw no need to disobey
orders, and waited for him to approach. Her grey eyes
looked up to him cautiously, and she listened silently
as he scolded her, but she was slightly confused. "I
apologize, sir. I do not know what it is you're
referring to, sir," she said, trying her best to speak
properly, but her roguish Corellian accent broke through
the manner in which she spoke. She had only hoped Tycho
would understand what was happening, and help her.
Tycho listened as she ran
into trouble. He hoped she could talk her way out of it,
but quickly realized that she was only going to dig
herself deeper. He didn't know why the Imperial had
stopped her, but he knew that he couldn't let it go any
farther. He entered the building and started down the
hall, following the locator beacon on his gauntlet.
Soon, he rounded a corner to see her standing at
attention, searching for a way out of her situation.
"Excuse me, sir!" He called out, his voice distorted
intentionally by the mask. He soon reached them. "Sir, I
need to check on a shuttle. It's a very important and..."
He paused and looked at El-Nay briefly, then returned
his attention to the real Imperial officer. "Well, it's
a sensitive subject. We should speak alone about it.
Captain Updike was irate
when he found himself interrupted by the mercenary,
having had plans in mind for the young Lieutenant. "Damn
it, man. Can't you see I'm busy?" He asked, his cheeks
flaring red as he yelled at him. "If you want to find
out about a shuttle than you had best find the deck
officer," he chastised him, casually brushing him off
and dismissing him, before he turned his attention back
to El-Nay. "Now, Lieutenant. You were just about to tell
me why your hair was styled out of line with
regulations," he said, nodding his head at her once.
"I'm going to have to put you on report," he informed
him, feigning sorrow at having to do this.
El-Nay stared up at the
Imperial captain quixotically, before flashing a 'help
me' glare towards Tycho. She brought a hand up to check
on her hair, trying to figure out what was wrong with
it, but it seemed to be as she always had it. "Sir. I
apologize. I will have it restyled immediately, sir,"
she said, doing her best to sound Imperial. She wondered
why Tycho did not know about these regulations. It was
his plan, and he should have been the one to sneak in
and skulk about. Beneath her calm exterior she was
becoming quite enraged by what has happening this close
to the exit.
He could feel anger rolling
off of El-Nay as she grew more frightened and indignant.
He could understand. She must have blamed him for her
snafu, but it wasn't exactly Tycho's fault. He didn't
know everything, couldn't plan for every contingency. He
wasn't exactly an expert with Imperials. Besides, he'd
figured the hat would cover enough of her head that he'd
never expected hair to be an issue. The merc shook his
head. "No, I'm sorry, Captain, but you'll be assisting
me," he said, still sounding calm. "This mission is
classified and cannot be discussed with anyone below a
Captain's rank. Forget the lieutenant. You *will* assist
me." There was no anger in his voice and he didn't even
raise it, but there was a more forceful tone.
Captain Updike's expression
went blank as the mercenary spoke to him, and he
suddenly felt his mind become overcome, and he had
entered a trance. "I will assist you," he repeated,
without changing his voice. He would follow any
instructions for the time being, as his mind was now
under Tycho's complete influence.
El-Nay's eyes went wide as
she watched the Captain's expression change, and she
felt as if she had just had her own mind blown. She did
nothing, she said nothing, but her eyes slowly moved
from the Captain towards Tycho, before bending down to
pick up the cover, and place it back down upon her head.
She adjusted it as best she could to cover up the dyed
portion of her hair, and she hoped that she would not
run into any officers who were sticklers for detail like
this one. "What's the plan now, hotshot?" She asked him,
moving away from the Captain, and behind Tycho for an
added level of safety.
Tycho also bore a look of
surprise, shocked at how easily the man had relented. He
didn't know what he was capable of, but he realized that
something odd had happened. The man's mind was now
clouded, influenced by Tycho somehow. It was the Force.
He felt it. He felt how somehow the Force had allowed
him to control the man's mind to an extent. It was an
exciting development, finding something new he could do,
but it was frightening because he worried that El-Nay
might realize he'd done something so weird. The other
worry was the Captain. How would he react after coming
out of that haze? However, it was too late to take it
back. He waved toward the exit, signaling for the girl
to get the hell out of there. To keep up the ruse, he
looked at the Captain and said, "I need to know when my
shuttle departs at once. Look it up for me, please." And
he would walk along with the Captain to find out.
"You need to know when your
shuttle departs. I will look it up for you at once,"
Captain Updike repeated as if we were a protocol droid,
and then turned on his heels and began slowly walking
down the corridor towards the nearest access terminal.
Eventually he came upon it and entered his security
clearance to bring up the schedule of transports that
were scheduled to depart over the next several hours.
Following that, he stood silently, waiting for further
As El-Nay watched what was
going on with the captain she silently mouthed, "what ...
the ... fuck," and then quickly moved towards the exit. As
she was halfway down the corridor she stopped, and
turned to look over her shoulder at Tycho and the
Captain, shaking her head one more time before heading
out of the Garrison. Once she was safely away she moved
towards the speeder, still confused about what she had
seen. "Tycho, I'm clear," she said over the comm, as she
nervously waited for him to come back as well. This was
the time when she needed a cigarra the most, but
*someone* had gotten rid of them, and that someone was
Yes he was, but the asshole
had just saved her, so that had to count for something.
Quite the dichotomy, wasn't he? Tycho followed the
Captain, maintaining his cool much better than El-Nay.
When they arrived at the terminal and the man simply
stood there waiting for instructions, Tycho once again
found himself surprised. Whatever he'd done was still
working. He wasn't sure how to turn it off, and he
wasn't sure if that was a good idea anyway. He licked
his lips, then drew on the Force and spoke again. "You
will insure that the classified shuttle to Esseles is
ready to leave within... two hours." He bit his lip,
hoping this would work and he could get the hell out of
"I will insure that the
classified shuttle to Esseles is ready to leave within ...
two hours," Captain Updike repeated, before turning to
leave the terminal, and move towards the flight deck.
The further he got from Tycho, the less sway the Force
had over him, and as he reached the upper level where
the shuttles were being prepared he stopped suddenly and
regained himself. He looked around having no
recollection of even coming here, nor what he intended
to do when he got there. Strange, he thought to himself,
before he turned around to return to his duties.
"What the fuck," he
muttered, as the man retreated. Of course, El-Nay was
hearing all of this over their comm channel and he
wished he hadn't said the last. Revealing that he didn't
know what was going on wasn't the best idea he'd ever
had. Clearing his throat, he left the building and came
to join her. "Wow ... that suggestive drug I used on him
worked even better than I thought. Gave him a poke when
he wasn't looking ... that stuff works fast." He cleared
his throat again. "Anyway," he went on, changing the
subject, "let's go get your gear and get ready. We'll
have a few drinks after. We've got two hours before we
get out of this Imperial overrun shithole."
"Don't use any of that shit
on me, Tycho. I'm serious," El-Nay warned him, believing
his cover story, as she had never seen anything like
that before and it seemed the most likely solution. "You
know I don't think that guy liked my hair," she said,
slightly disappointed, as she looked in one of the
mirrors in the speeder get a better glimpse at herself.
"Well. I like it..." she said, quietly, before settling
back in the seat for the ride back to where their gear
had been stowed. She had actually done it, and she
finally let out a deep exhale as the anxiety from the
mission began to wear off.
Tycho knew now that the
problem was dress code, though he hadn't thought about
it before. Instead of mentioning it, he simply said, "I
like it, too." Sometimes he could be nice, then other
times he would turn into a raging asshole. What an
interesting guy! Speaking of which, he did look a little
indignant. "Why would I ever use it on you? That's
insulting, young lady." But he managed a twitch of a
smile. He couldn't help but be amped up after using the
Force to influence the man's mind. It had been kind of a
rush. "Anyway ... good job in there. Let's go get our
stuff ... I'm hungry and I can't wait for a drink."