A Deadly Game: Phase 3

[Amz]

The ride to GRIM headquarters was conducted in silence. Teyla's escorts appeared to be calm and relaxed, much unlike she was feeling. This was the first time access was granted to one of the clearance tiers, it wasn't that Teyla was nervous, but more that she was eager. She hadn't left the CSF to forever be stuck with her head down and doing the menial work, she knew her skills extended beyond that of being a taxi driver for Senators.

Hopefully, she'd get the chance to prove herself, and the director of this mission would see that she was ready to be out in the field. If not...well, then it was back to the books and taxi rides.

Upon bringing their speeder to land, the two agents led her into the building, one marching in front of her and the other behind. They didn't break formation until they'd reached the office and one of them reached out, pressing the button for the door which in response slid open. Teyla could hear beckonings from inside, and someone dismissing the two officers. Teyla gave each of the guards a wary smile and stepped into the room, noticing a young woman who didn't seem to be that much older than herself.

"Agent Hadrix," she addressed, the door closing behind her as she waited to be prompted before taking a seat. "It's an honor to meet you...and to be here... even though the details of why I'm here were left a little bit vague."

[member="Ali Hadrix"]

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Captain Ali Hadrix was leaning against the lavender wall of her office adjacent to the door with her arms crossed comfortingly over her chest and staring off outside the large viewport behind her desk as Teyla Ee'everwest stepped inside. Her long, chestnut locks were draped over one shoulder in a loose gathering, her lips pink with rouge, and her demeanor lost in thought.
Ali's desk, a large pedestal type constructed of wroshyyr wood, rested in the center of the office; two comfortable, black low-backed chairs sat before it. The wall right of the door covered in shelves adorned with leather bound books and novelettes and sheafs of flimsi and rolled parchment. The wall at which Ali leant was bare, save for its color, and the pair of drawing desks that rested against it on either side of the ornately carven doorway that led to another room. The room was rather clean, as if it rarely saw company. This was a matter made even truer by the fact that it rarely saw Ali, either. The view outside was extraordinary, Onderon's capital city was a veritable hive of political and economic industry, and the site rivaled its greater cousin-worlds closer to the Core of the Galaxy, locked away within the confines of One Sith territory.

Coruscant...Ali could almost think of nothing else since her return to Republic space by her captor, [member=Sitara Qin]. She had spent weeks there with the woman, taken against her will though she remained at no behest but her own after her arrival. Sitara...captivated her, emotionally, intellectually, sexually...the girl was starved half-to-death for attention at times, and yet Ali could never refuse the woman her willing servitude. Sitara had forced her way into Ali's mind the first night they'd spent together, revealing her nature as a Force User and adhering herself to Ali in such a way that she had no control over. When Sitara called, Ali answered, and the submissive little girl inside her was given command. It was always at that point at which Ali became a slave once more, to a woman she half-hated, and half-pitied.

"Agent Hadrix." The voice that called was foreign, almost entirely unbeknownst to her. "It's an honor to meet you...and to be here... even though the details of why I'm here were left a little bit vague."
Honor? Ali wondered to herself, her eyes remaining fixed on the air traffic flowing like blood through the veins of the city outside her window. She narrowed them, as if she were considering the woman's introduction, curious to discover what she found so honorable about what Ali did for a living. I've f***ed my way half-across the Galaxy and back, where's the honor in that?
A moment later, Ali was struck from her musings as she caught sight of the woman standing in her office. Brown hair, green eyes, skin kissed by sunlight. The woman was young, Ali noticed, and not more than a few centimeters taller than herself, though at the time Ali herself was wearing a pair of two-inch stiletto heels to match her navy blue Lyocell trousers. Ali glanced at her desk and spotted the manilla envelop resting beside the lamp. Teyla Ee'everwest's file.

Ali looked over at the woman, her eyes taking in the sight before her. "CSF, Teyla Ee...everwest?...born on Hapes, abandoned on Naboo...what a...stern beginning that is," Ali murmured, half to herself as she recited facts from the dossier she'd been handed down by Crassis' department. With her fingers laced and resting against her belly, Ali lifted one foot and pressed the flat of her heel against the wall. "You lived a life of servitude, and...being all you know, it's what you sought to do after you left Naboo."
The veteran intelligence operative pushed herself away from the wall and approached Teyla on a solid step. She stood rather close, with her arms now crossed once again over her chest, the gently patterned sweater she wore bunching somewhat about her breasts. "I know all about...servitude, Teyla," Ali whispered, telling stories of her own enslavement that would be entirely lost on the girl without any detail provided. Ali lifted a hand and wrapped a lock of Teyla's sugar-brown hair around a finger, tugging gently and watching it slip away from her. "But you seek more than mere servitude, and that, Teyla, is why you're here now."

Ali stepped away and turned to her desk for a moment, drawing a second envelop from beneath the first. This was was much thicker, and contained a small, plasteel datachit, which Ali had already downloaded onto her datatablet. She opened the envelop and turned back to face Teyla, flipping through the contents of the report on the CSF's killer with a thumb.
"This murderer...tell me what you know."

/[member=Teyla Ee'everwest]\​