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It had been a long travel time to get here from Wildspace. She complied with every patrol stop and told where she was going. Thankfully since every other patrol confirmed it, and her travel route was up to what she said, they let her continue. Not much a weak young woman could do to the big, bad First Order, right? As well, she could have just sat back and used the hyperdrive all the way here, but that is boring.... Not to.... "take in the sites." But, at least she arrived. She made port on Dosuun after waiting for security clearance with her old Vanguard ship. Again, she had to wait until she was allowed to proceed due to security regulations, and that she didn't really have an ID, but that would hopefully be sorted out with registration.
She made her way to the recruitment center, hoping to get this all done swiftly. It had taken her the whole day with all the patrols and security. If she hadn't chose to get friendly with the FO so she could screw things up for others, she would have killed all the patrols just to smile, but those were thoughts when she had a victim... Or did she already have one? Eventually, she found the center and entered, strolling towards the desk as she was watched but not stopped. As she approached the desk, she smiled at the officer behind it and leaned on it, being the teasing sort to gain the officers attention, regardless of sex or gender. "Hi there! Is this the place to join up for the First Order? The name's Karacan Rigten..."
The recruitment center for First Order military and service operations on Dosuun.
The skyscraper complex stood against the urban backdrop of Avalonia. The structure's modern frame blended with every other surrounding building. Only a broad designation, imprinted to the arch above the entryway gave any indication that this particular building was different from any other. Speeders hovered calmly and moved slowly and orderly about the city traffic. The walkways were strewn with business men and women, some in business attire, others in uniforms. Outside the recruitment center, four guards stood at attention, a pleasant reminder of the security offered to as a luxury to the citizens of First Order space.
Inside the lobby, the hustle and bustle was far quieter, but no less orderly. The receptionists took everyone's information and passed that data directly to the intended parties. The waiting room was routinely emptied. Clear subdivisions for departments were delineated by separate turbolifts. One for Stormtroopers Corps, another for Naval Officers, another for Army Officers, another for Starfighter Corps, another for the Security Bureau. The line waiting for the lifts was never longer than a small handful. And yet many came and went in a neat fashion.
As the woman approached, the man behind the desk didn't even look up from his screen to acknowledge her presence. "Identification, recommendation, aptitude scores." No please. No thank you. Straight to the point.
Kara grinned, shaking her head. "Aaaw, you're no fun! I don't have any identification, no one knows me long rnough to recommend me... Though I'd like to sign up as an Agent. Aaaand, I don't take tests. Sounds like something for schools or academies... I've never went to one of those," she said leaning to the side against the desk. "Sooo, what should I do, mister ossifer?" her grin turned into a wide smile, as if she was about to chuckle or giggle.
The receptionist was still unfazed. "Vagrancy, then." Employment was a necessary factor for any being in the galaxy. Whether they came from families with homes or from the streets by themselves was inconsequential. Everyone had a need for credits. In First Order space, signing up with the military was the easiest way to achieve that goal. Working with the Bureau wasn't quite as simple for a foreign party. After all, the FOSB wasn't military. They had less conditioning than a Stormtrooper would, and thus their loyalty would be far more suspect. No one within First Order society could abstain from their devotion to the Supreme Leader and his cause.
However, since a Chiss had been named Interim Director, things had changed, if only slightly. She seemed to have a soft spot for vagabonds, as she herself was one. Though she had proven her loyalty time and again, the Agents she accepted were all viewed with the same level of scrutiny. After all, the Interim Director herself, when she was still Deputy Director, implemented the Re-education department, ensuring the security of the citizens and the loyalty of the Supreme Leader's devotees. Any internal threat was handled accordingly.
On the counter that separated the would be Agent from the receptionist, a holokey input display sprang to life out of a projector implanted into the desk. "Please input your name." After compliance, he states matter-of-factly: "Please take a seat in the lobby. A Bureau officer will retrieve you shortly."
Kara pulled her head back as she thought about the word vagrancy... Then she realized what it was, almost feeling insulted as it brought up memories. She was prepared to talk back to the officer about if they called her own ship and working droids to be a vagrant, excluding the fact the ship was a pile of bolts, lucky enough to get her from point a to point b, but by the time she was going to speak up, the officer was done doing what he did, telling her to put her name in the system. Peh, lazy officer can't even do his own job, has to make this poor hirl do it for him... Not like she was even going to get anything out of it. Her facial expression changed to something disgruntled, "Al... righty," she said as she started typing her name into the system. Afterwards, she shook her head, shrugging as she turned to have a seat and wait.
Sage stepped forward to the reception desk, having waited in line for only a short period. In fact, Sage had waited longer for a drink in a cantina than she had to wait for the great machinery of the First Order Security Bureau to turn around her and pull her into position. It was marvelous, really, how well it all functioned. Sage had a deep appreciation for people who could get things done. For a moment, it seemed clear to her that she had made the right choice, joining up with the First Order. She prepared a winning smile and leaned on the desk, looking down at the man who sat there. Unfortunately for her, the receptionist didn't even look up to see the lovely woman with the practiced grin. He simply demanded her identification, recommendation, and aptitude test scores. Sage had been on Dosuun for a few weeks, getting these things in order.
An officer of the First Order who had taken a special liking to the young woman in a bar on Coruscant had spirited her away to Dosuun, provided her lodging, and helped her acquire a glowing recommendation. The test, on the other hand, was a different beast. Sage was smart, but she preferred to get other people to do what she wanted than to have to hunker down and face the trial all on her own. In the end, she had taken the test and done well enough, so her "sponsor" had told her.
She put the documents on the table cooly, not losing the affable mask. "I believe you'll find everything in order...sir." Sage wasn't used to decorum, or a professional working environment, but she had a desire to learn. Maybe, if she played her cards right, this would be the beginning of a new and more fulfilling chapter of her life.
The receptionist took a look at the information provided by the woman. The process was so much simpler with the right paperwork. The employees were all well trained on how to deal with any potential scenario, but when folks came in and had everything prepared in advance, the smooth system worked even faster. That was the brilliance of orderly conduct. Scant seconds later, his input commands were sent through the system and he repeated his line. "Please take a seat in the lobby. A Bureau officer will retrieve you shortly."
The lobby systematically filled and emptied, never growing crowded as the two women waited for their turn. After only a few minutes, the lift leading to the Bureau segments of the recruitment center open and a uniformed man appeared from within. A chime rang, calling the attention of those waiting in the lobby. As the man, appearances leading to the assumption he was a Bureau officer, spoke, a holoprojection rose from several location throughout the lobby. "Kass Vale. Karacan Rigten. Sage Annel. Please follow me to the Security Bureau briefing room." The projections listed off the same names that sounded from the man's statement and included a clear direction signal demarcating the man who had exited the lift as the person to gather around.
The man doesn't appear particularly intimidating, but his stare is rather listless and disinterested. Once everyone was aboard the lift, he enters with the three recruits and presses a button. No music adorns the ride in the sealed canister. The tube is open viewing after moving above the first floor and you see an open floor plan that could not have been seen from outside the complex. Despite appearances as a traditional skyscraper, the recruitment center had a full atrium into which the lifts were built. Instead of segmenting floors, it appeared instead as if the lifts spiraled to four different quadrants, each denoting a different branch, and each of these quadrants also maintained an open floor plan with their own atriums, high ceilings and balconies. Numerous offices could be seen as the lift climbs higher. Several floors up, the lifts slows to a halt and opens.
"Follow me," the bored-seeming man says once more as he exits the elevator. A few crystal white-tiled hallways later, he opens the door to a room filled with nothing but a conference table and chairs. "Please wait here. An instructor will come to brief you momentarily."
Kara sighed as she waiting, throwing one leg over the other and shaking it up and down as she idled. She was so bored... She could be out raiding 'poor, innocent' little facilities and chopping the head off some poor sap, but she's done that for the last quarter of her current life. While it paid the bills for her to travel, it just wasn't enough, it wasn't... Fun... Enough. But before she got too lost in her insane thoughts, a tone sounded off and she perked up to where it came from.
Suddenly, a high-tech projection of a man in uniform appeared - Kara was only slightly enthused, her emotions loving to jump; cool tech, not bad looking guy... Uniform is a plus! Stern, cold attitude... Oh baby, where has little Kara ended up? But as it completed, she snapped back, realizing her name was called and she hopped up from her seat, walking over with compliancy. She tilted her head at the man while smirking, but he didn't respond, which put Kara in a sour mood. Oh well...
After she entered and went for a ride, she chirped up in the silence. "Soooo mister officer guy, you wouldn't be free on the weekend, wouldya?" Another silence, and no response. By now she got the feeling anymore display would be bad, so she huffed and stayed quiet. Once they exited, Kara put her fists on her hips, waiting to be surprised or something... At least something to make the waiting worth it. But lo and behold, more waiting! She shook her head in a huffed sigh as if an expression of 'why should I be surprised' thinking everyone in the First Order was just lazy or something, sitting and waiting, sitting and waiting.
She sat down at the end of the table and leqned forward, prepared to nap.
A man called out to Kass and others tall clean cut hair and a unmovable frown. The man who was to lead the group was apparently bored and not paying attention good thought kass better for him to fade in the background. Getting here was hard to say the least kass was working for a hutt who didn't want to lose kass's services. Kass removed him as a future factor just like he'd done to other employers some people never learned when to let go.
The lift was the most uncomfortable part your pick no sound enclosed space unknown people kass could't decide. when the lift got to the floor where they were heading kass was a little surprised the open space made him feel better. walking down the halls reminded him of the lab clean an whiter the anything he'd seen. The conference room had to be the least intriguing thing about the building he seen so far just chairs and a table.
Kass stood waiting for well he wasn't sure but he waited anyway keeping his eye on the exists. Kass didn't trust this too
quiet.
Sage followed the notably bored-looking man into the lift. She did well in cramped spaces like this. Though a strange thing to claim, the advantage of these conditions had scientific grounding: Her Zeltron blood caused Sage to produce faint pheromones which attracted others to the young woman. There were worse things than being in a crowded lift with a prospective job interviewer for a job, if it persisted long enough for her special scent to kick in. There was also no guarantee that this particular man was the one who would give her the interview, but it was a hopeful thought. Sage took a place at the back of the lift so that she could observe her competition—or rather potential colleagues.
One was a young, beautiful woman with purple hair. She was already flirting with the man who was leading them through the labyrinth that was the Security Bureau building. Clearly, she and Sage had similar methods and skillsets. Sage couldn’t blame the other woman for this display, considering how she herself came to be enlisting. Still, Purple would have to learn a little more subtlety if she was going to advance in this line of work. Another recruit was a pale man of slightly above average height. He was quiet, and hard to read. His features were striking in that he seemed like some sort of ghost, a walking gray mass. Sage would have to bide more time before she could evaluate him further, and her time in the lifts was up.
There was a sterility to the entire office that struck Sage deeply. She was used to dimly lit bars, complimented sometimes with bright neon lights and booming music. Here everything was fairly white, and clinically lit—like a hospital. No sound save for the clicking of shoes on the cold, austere floors. It was slightly unnerving to the young would-be spy. She felt exposed in this building, like there was no way to get away with anything. Hard to be a spy with no cover. Although it seemed fitting that the offices of the shiftiest of the Order be the least shady, the FOSB had to be watched by someone, after all.
Upon reaching the conference room, Sage took a seat immediately, reclining slightly and crossing her legs. She tried to emanate a confident, relaxed attitude, though the gravity of the situation was not at all lost on her. This was how she prepared for the game she played, and the starting buzzer was about to sound.
Like a finely tuned machine, the Bureau processed their work quickly. Within moments of the initial contact leaving, another contact entered. Though this time it was the presence of a human woman who looked like anything but a Security Bureau Agent. Her brunette hair was in a stylish bun, pinned back. She was dressed in a black jacket and blouse, with a long black skirt, and matching black heels. The woman's lips and nails were all adorned with a matching shade of red. If anything, she appeared to be a secretary, though far too well dressed. Entering the conference room with its door having been left open by the greeter, the woman said nothing as she passed out a datapad to each of the prospective Agents.
As the woman did so, a hologram appeared at the head of the conference table, where a chair had been missing. The hologram was of a Chiss woman seated in a chair of her own. Though there was no indication, instead wearing a standard black uniform without designation, any who was previously aware of the First Order's Security Bureau would at least know the woman's name, as well as her role. After all, she was the woman in charge. The Chiss woman scanned the room for a moment. She acknowledged the woman momentarily with a nod as she finally spoke.
"Thank you, Miss Rhé." The Chiss woman's voice was as even as her expression, lilting just enough not to sound robotic but betraying no emotion.
"Yes, ma'am," came a pleasant reply from the woman, also smiling in response. "Miss Rhé" bowed and stood off to the side of the table near the wall, her hands loosely clasped in front of her.
Despite the cordial nature shared between the two women, the hologram dispensed no pleasantries with the remainder of the room as she spoke. No introduction or exchange of names. No preparation. "You'll find that your datapad has a briefing attached," the Chiss woman's voice now more stern and icy than before. She makes no indication of continuing her speech but the hologram persists expectantly.
Turning on the datapad, the first thing that appears is the First Order emblem. A brief statement scrolls across the screen before your name appears with an aptitude list.
[member="Karacan Rigten"]
aptitude to be determined
[member="Kass Vale"]
aptitude to be determined
The operating system then starts and the sole icon is highlighted and flashing intermittently. Clicking on it reveals information about the Bureau's prime methods. "Miss Annel," the hologram speaks once more, her eyes coldly resting on the woman whose name she spoke. "Please accompany Miss Rhé to the Director's office. You will receive your first training assignment and Miss Rhé will assist you in setting up your contract as well as finding appropriate private accommodations."
The Chiss woman's gaze shifted to the other two would-be Agents in the room. "Mr. Vale. Miss Rigten." She looked them both in the eye respectively. "Neither of you are from First Order space, nor have you completed the necessary prerequisites. Since arriving to the recruitment center, your paths through our space have been thoroughly retraced. I have determined to potentially accept you into the Bureau. You will submit to a physical, a psyche evaluation, and an interview. Should you decline, the door is open for you to leave. Should you accept, please follow the directory on your datapad."
With that, the hologram blipped suddenly out of existence. The datapads of Kass and Karacan had a new icon which flashed in the same fashion as the other had before. In it was a map with a detailed, but unlabeled, description of where to go. Though a comparison would lead you to find that they were separate locations.
OOC:
From here we'll split off into separate routes but we can keep it under one thread for ease unless you'd prefer a separate thread. By the way, I edited out the other NPC Agents. I felt two was too few to give a briefing to but three is plenty.
Kara twitched and leaned from side to side in her chair. She was intentionally ignoring the other potential agents, or dropouts, or whatever they were... She didn't care. She was becoming unnerved by being adound so many people while she was trying to restrain herself. Restrain. She hated that. She just wanted to lash out at everyone and choke them where they stood. But then she'd be killed by the First Order, or worse... Kara wanted to kill mercilessly and didn't want everyone and their mothers hunting her downso she had to stay calm. At least, for the moment. Although her twitching and movements would look weird to others.
Kara sensed an object being tossed towards her on the table and, without showing her face, grabbed the datapad and pulled it under her while she was still leaned forward, hiding her face. She could hear the voices perking up and taalking to the group, but she ignored it until she heard her name, which caused her to lean up and turn the datapad on. Simple technology, every day, maybe a little more pricey than absolute standard. She pulled up the map and stood up, giving a stare at @Kaas Vale before heading out of the room to Another room. She was becoming annoyed with the walking and waiting and walking and waiting. If she knew this was all it was going to be she would have said screw it all and just blown up this recruitment building, taking the FO target on her back. But she was this far, so she decided to see how far she could tolerate it.
Kass wasn't expecting a chiss to be in charger though he wasn't sure what he expected. He'd picked up the datapad when he felt the blood lust. There standing near him was a hapan he'd assumed the lust for violence extruded off of her no force need to tell that. she looked at him he was ready for an attack but she simple left the room. the other women didn't seem a threat for now but he made sure to remember her face for later.
looking more at the datapad he seen that it said he was to have a physical not good he though. doctors poking at him was the last thing he wanted. It wasn't that they could harm him easy but knowing that he'd been a test subject could give someone ideas like they could use him as one again. datapad also said the would retrace his steps on how he gotten in first order space not good possibly. kass tuck away on a ship manned by one human man unknown reason why he was travelling here just that it work for kass. near the end of the flight he'd been found instinct kicked in and kass snapped his neck hopefully he wouldn't be found.
Kass made his way out of the room to the next location.
Sage was simultaneously encouraged and discouraged by the presence of this "Miss Rhé." She was clearly a beautiful, elegant woman with exquisite style and an equal access to the products that make style possible--clothes, makeup, and the like. Sage wanted these things, on one level, having spent her life valuing material things and the favors that they could purchase when appropriately used. Sage imagined herself as an agent of the First Order: stunning, expensive, and refined. And yet, this woman was a glorified secretary. Sage worried if there was only so far that should could go in this organization on the power of her cunning and manipulative nature. It was a strange thought to the young woman, there being limitations to her stratagem of choice. She did not simply want to be the beautiful girl who corralled the new recruits.
Her boss, on the other hand, was a Chiss woman of austere intensity. Strange as it seemed, Sage had never been exposed to a woman of such precise professionalism. Her voice and manner were cool, calculated, and direct. There was nothing manipulative about her dealings with the two women and one man who sat in the conference room. She simply commanded.
Sage looked to the data pad to which the hologram of the big boss had indicated: her aptitude scores had yielded unsurprising results. She was bound for getting things from other people: information, proprietary materials, reactions even--she could only assume that's what "Destabilization" referred to. She had to suppress a smile at the thought of sending a planet's government into an uproar with targeted seductions--a childish thought; potentially too naive for the icy FOSB Director. Though maybe others in the Bureau were as...imaginative...as Sage. The young woman nodded as she was directed to follow Miss Rhe out of the conference room, disguising her shock at the Chiss's statement about her living arrangement. While she worried that her benefactor had gotten into trouble, a part of her was impressed at the FOSB's ability to know things.
Always good to be on the winning team, Sage thought.
Sage joined Miss Rhé at the side of the room, and noticed immediately the woman's strong perfume. Scents had a funny way of catching a person off guard, and transporting them into a different world. It was a trick Sage herself had used, coupled with her natural Zeltron pheromones--enveloping a target in odor by mere proximity placed them immediately under your influence.
Well played, Rhé.
Maybe there was hope for women of Sage's persuasion in the Bureau after all. Only proceeding with her contracting could tell.
Every hallway looks nearly identical; the occasional plant emplacement, bench, or terminal being the only factors that stand out as you work your way through the facility. But the map on the datapad clearly flashes "wrong way" should you take an accidental detour. After a brief lift ride, automatically keyed by your datapad to the desired floor, and less than five minutes of walking, you get to the final corridor. There aren't any windows here, but the brightly lit, white-tiled halls deceptively still give off a feeling of daytime light. Despite seeing several people walk along the corridor, there doesn't appear to be a door where you are indicated to go. However, as you approach the destination, the screen of your datapad flashes green and part of the wall slides open revealing an entranceway.
Inside there is another short corridor, approximately five feet long, which adjoins the exterior corridor to a much larger room. A man stands inside, the same dull attendant who initially escorted the group to the conference room. His expression still displayed disinterest. "Come in," he beckons from inside. As soon as you enter, the door shuts behind you and you can clearly tell that the previously blank seeming wall is a scanner. "Full body scan will constitute a medical profile." The man kept his dreary gaze forward.
Continuing on, you notice that the room beyond is nearly pitch black save for the brief area of light near the door where the supposed-proctor is standing. Several monitors and displays provide the source for the illumination as you enter. "This is your physical examination," the man says, almost sighing. "I'm Pol Turmeryn, I'll be overseeing the exam." Pointing to the wall underneath the monitors, blaster pistols, blaster rifles, slugthrowers and thrown-vibrablades are neatly placed on racks. "All Agents must perform a field test. Their scores and the methods they choose will determine their aptitude. All weapons are non-lethal, non-stun for training purposes. For the confines of this test you will be interacting with drones, targets, and holoprojectors."
As he finishes his spiel, a light comes on in the great darkness behind him, and the beginning of what appears to be a full cityscape comes into view. But instead of drones, targets, and holoprojectors, what you see are the outlines of humans frozen in place. "Your datapad has your brief." Looking at your datapad, you find the dossier of a man: Bolan Hyl, a defector of the First Order, formerly a Lieutenant. Some of the soldiers under his command are accomplice to his defection. Orders: assess the reason for Hyl's defection. Apprehend Hyl. Reappropriate lost First Order material. The only other bit of information available is your location: Cloud City, Bespin, miner's district, and the location of Bolan Hyl: the Pick's Mark cantina within the miner's district.
"The simulation will begin as soon as you enter the course." As he says this, Pol moves over to a monitor and starts scrolling through data. As soon as you step into the course, the city comes to life, the proctor's room you were before fades into the cityscape, and all appearances, save the occasional sparkle of refracted light through the projections, give the impression that you truly are on Cloud City. As the people move around you, you realize they are mostly hollow, with only a drone at their head and their heart to provide the projection of their body, a target at which to aim, and, presumably for the armed foes, a source for blaster fire.
OOC: I will only NPC the proctor and Bolan Hyl. This is not intended to be a long simulation, so move as quickly as you'd like.
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ATTN: [member="Kass Vale"]
Up to the eighth floor of the tall skyscraper-like complex the lift takes you. Numerous suites adorn the floor and, though the hallways remain a monochrome white-tile surface, the suites you peer into are carpeted with various warm earth tones of browns, oranges, reds, greens, and purples. The room indicated for you almost has a wood-like appearance as all of the shelving and furniture has wood paneling and the floor is a deep brown almost like the dirt of a soilbed. One whole side of the room is a sheer window that looks in on the corridor and beyond to the atrium. A human male sits behind a desk working over some file or another on a screen turned away from any approaching his office. He stands as you enter the room.
"Good day," the man says quite casually, a light smile broadening a little on his face as he extends his hand to you for a handshake. "I am Ean Stuyr, psychologist. I'll be overseeing your psyche evaluation. Please," the man motions to the seat in front of his desk. "Have a seat."
Ean returns to his own seat as he looks you over. "You appear to be some sort of near-Human... Echani? Good genes," he nods his approval. "Now," Ean says as he flips on the monitors on his desk around. You see a heat scan of your face and upper chest down to your heart. The monitor also has several metrics in place. "I'm going to ask you a brief series of questions. Some word association, some image association. And I'll record what you say. I'll also record your vitals as you do so. Any lies will be detected. Even some of your more obvious emotions can be inferred from these scans. So, let's begin shall we?"
The man turns his monitor back around away from any eyes but his own. "Have you ever killed someone before?"
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ATTN: [member="Sage Annel"]
"Follow me, if you would, Miss Annel," Rhé stated with practiced poise to the new Security Bureau Agent. Rhé headed out of the room and towards the series of lifts. Being well versed in all Dosuun-based First Order Security Bureau locations, the layout of the recruitment center was emblazoned to her memory. To many, the woman was nothing more than a secretary. Indeed she had been hired time and again because her appearance turned heads without ever having to open her mouth and utter a single word. For Agents that dealt in deception, such a trait could be used like any number of other tools. Of course, that was just the positive spin. The negative spin was that her employers simply wanted a female presence at which they could stare when they were stuck at their desks while all the real soldiers went out and fought their wars and protected their peace.
Rhé keyed the lift and they shot off for the lobby once more. The woman thumbed her wristwatch for the speeder-driver to pull up and pick up the two women. While the lift moved off she said nothing and contented herself with her own thoughts, at least until they were out of the heavily tapped building.
The secretary had more ambition than to be just some window dressing. Though she wasn't above doing dirty work if it meant achieving her goals, and she had done her fair share, plenty of things for which she had no pride. At first, she hadn't considered the appointment of being secretary for the Director of the Security Bureau to be any different. Sure, the position was higher up in the food chain and she'd have more responsibilities. But the job was still working under some pretentious desk jockey who would continue to only use her as a trophy for a personal display-case.
And then she met her new boss, Sentiri.
The two women strode through the lobby with ease, turning heads as they went, even among the more disciplined of the military. She gave a slight nod to the receptionists behind the front desk whom she knew and proudly walked out onto the Dosuun streets. The speeder, close-topped and clearly labeled with Security Bureau markings, opened a single door for the women to enter. The inside of the cab was spacious; a black plush couch surrounded the interior wall. Without needing further instruction from Rhé, the driver moved up and away from the recruitment center, picking up speed incrementally.
"The Director's office is ten minutes from here. So," Rhé finally spoke to the striking female sitting with her in the cab, looking at the woman without prejudice or condescension. "How do my pheromones compare to your own?" Rhé's smile remained poised and professional as they talked. "Zeltrons and Falleen have such incredible disruptive capabilities. The Director likes to have me be useful in my position. And what better way than for me to break down the guards of everyone interacting with her just by being present?" Rhé thumbed her wristwatch again, and the emitter than periodically sent out a spray of pheromones as if they were just perfume on her wrist switched off. "And who better to test a trial run of the mechanism than with someone intimately familiar with them?"
"Have you ever killed someone before?" kass was still taking in the room when he heard the question. His eyes narrowed "I have." his face was blank no smile nor frown there was no hint of remorse or pity. To say he's killed someone is an understatement over the years he's work mainly as an assassin for the hutts, and private corporations. This man put him on guard his goal was to probe kass learn what makes him tick and his mental weaknesses. the man obviously had a good eye or a file he'd been able to pin his race as soon as he walked in kass decided to test him back.
"Stuyr lets even this up I'll answer you questions if you answer mine.As I have answered one I'll ask one of you,Do you like working here?" he didn't expect to get an answer that wasn't the point; he wanted to hear the doctors responses and reactions learn more about him. kass's goal was to know this man his favorite food, what he liked to do, why he was with the first order; when he would leave this room it would be with the understanding of who Mr. Stuyr was. Kass like doing this he did it for all of the people he was contracted to kill their fear of him would usually make them answer in hopes of being let go, it never happened.
Ah, she knew it. There was something to this Ms. Rhé, and not just in the way she walked through the building like she owned the place. She wasn't merely striking, confident, and well-connected, Sexy Secretary had a calculated manner about her. As though she knew always how many balls were in the air, and how they would move. She seemed to float through the lobby and into the speeder that approached and departed with its cargo in what seemed like one fluid motion. There was a clockwork to everything Sage had experienced that day, and she seemed a central cog. Sage looked the woman up and down with admiration as she leaned back into the soft seat of the cab. This was the kind of agent Sage wanted to be.
The new recruit grinned widely when Rhé revealed the gadget she was testing. This was a rare occurrence. Generally speaking, Sage's smiles were almost always practiced, imperceptibly self-conscious. The sight of the spy toy, however, filled her with an unapologetic and unbridled glee. It helped that Rho seemed to vocalize exactly what Sage had been thinking about her in the conference room. There was an immediate sense of camaraderie that Sage felt for her new contact; clearly they were of similar minds. Sage leaned in to her companion's space to take a deep inhale of the artificial-pheromone-filled air. It was staggering the way it hit her in a wave of sensory information like the glitterstim she had once tried in some Coruscanti nightclub. Leaning in had been the wrong decision: Sage had underestimated the strength of the pheromones that close up. Her head swam a little, and she let out a long sigh, reclining back into her seat.
"Unfortunately I am not that familiar with the scent of my own pheromones. I'm too used to them to perceive them." Sage had felt a pressure to maintain a professional demeanor--this was, after all, her first impression-- but the hard shot of pheromones had relaxed her more than she had intended. Still, she wanted to offer the woman a response. "Give me about thirty more seconds and I can tell you how the effects compare," she offered with a sly smile. "Kind of unfair, losing my monopoly over something so useful. If that little wristwatch becomes available to the public, my success at parties is going to take a hit!" She hoped joking was allowed in the First Order Security Bureau. She had heard mixed reports, but she was enjoying herself more than she had expected. As a result, her filter had lost some of its efficacy.
Oh great, she thought. A simulation. A test. She didn't need this, or want this. It is way to boring. A simulated man and a bunch of cronies? No, give her a real man, one she can play with, toy, destroy his dreams in front of him. Raise him up and knock him down. Normally she'd attempt at enticing someone into being alone with them. Of course, she would play this fun game out before getting what she wanted; she loves getting her victims hopes up. But this was a drone. Not only a drone, a cold, heartless, funless drone. She sighed, tossing the datapad to the floor, perhaps to obtain it later. "This is a horrible simulation for my skills, but whatever." She at least hoped for something a little more fun, but if this was all she had to do? Alright then.
She stepped forward, watching as the room turned into a backwater and gritty cantina. She unzipped her little leather jacket, something of a very promiscuous tank top underneath showing her cleavage was exposed. She couldn't be more under dressed for anything she did, especially with a frilly skirt. She saw this 'Bolan Hyl,' and walked over to him. His soldiers gave her a look and stepped in front of her. "Oh... Don't worry boys, I just was hoping to talk up a little business with someone who obviously looks like he's worked hard for his power..." she didn't have a look of fighting, more of a look for a one-night stand for credits. Bolan was probably the type to shoo away floozy's, but Kara rarely didn't get at least a little slice of everything she wanted.
"What could hurt from a little well-deserved fun, and a chat of... Perhaps... Dealings with my supplier? He's good with... Pew pew, stuff, hehe, what about Master, here?"
OOC: sorry for the delay... my roommate's moving caused me to lose internet for a few days and work has gotten me a little bogged down of late so my Chaos time has been cut quite a bit. In light of that, I'm going to try and wrap this thread up so you can all go about your merry way! If you want to respond, totally up to you, but this will probably be my last post here for the near future. Need to refocus for Endor. Cheers everybody!
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ATTN: [member="Kass Vale"]
Stuyr studied the face of the man in front of him. His face and mood remained pleasant despite the subject of his evaluation attempting to subvert the interview towards some other goal. Stuyr was a professional psychologist after all. Counter-examination was a common outlet for many who sat across from him. To say that he was used to having his own questions turned against him was an understatement. Typically the technique smacked of arrogance or ambivalence rather than genuine curiosity. The method in which a subject would ask a question of the psychologist often told him everything he needed to know.
But Stuyr did not work for the Security Bureau alone. There were numerous other psyche evaluations he had to get through before the end of the day. And he wasn't interested in parlaying with every misfit that the inhuman, blue witch sent his way.
The psychologist only smiled to Kass. "I think I have everything I need. Please proceed to the next location for your field test." Stuyr quickly typed up the report on Kass Vale and sent it on to the station chief clearing the man for duty, with a note to watch for any insubordination. After all, killers rarely had stable psychoses or had the capability to work with others. But they were useful tools nonetheless. Or at least that was Stuyr's take, he had no time to ponder the greater implications. He certainly couldn't care less about the foreign, ice hag or any of her dogs. He would just continue to pleasantly do his job.
The datapad bleeps again, indicating the next location to go...
The field test will unfold very similarly to what Karacan is doing. So you're more than welcome to infer what Kass' responses would be or you can write it out. Otherwise you're all set!
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ATTN: [member="Sage Annel"]
Rhé smirked at Sage's response and even allowed herself to chuckle slightly at the joke, turning off the wrist device as she did. The secretary knew that the response from the Deputy Director would carry far less humor, but then that sort of fraternization wasn't the job of the boss. If there was one thing that Director Sentiri was capable of in interaction with others, it was drawing as much potential out of a person with as little conversation as possible. Not unlike the scenario that had unfolded between Rhé herself and Sentiri. Hell, Rhé didn't know a shred of information about her superior's personal life. Yet she still strove to work as hard as she could for the Chiss woman. After all, no one had truly had an appreciation for her capabilities like Sentiri had.
The Security Bureau hired a wide array of people from every walk of life, each with their own backgrounds, strengths, weaknesses, personalities, appearances, and everything else. You couldn't find a more diverse group within the First Order. And that had been growing increasingly evident with Deputy Director Sentiri at the helm. Though there were many detractors, the woman's efficiency in the office could not be doubted, even despite her shut-in mentality.
"We're approaching the Bureau now," Rhé mentioned, diverting the conversation away from her own personal agenda. Outside, the chic metal and glass building was an obvious standout among some of the other smaller complexes around it. Rhé always found that blatancy odd considering the Bureau often dealt with covert operations. "Just a word of caution: the Deputy Director can come of as quite... cold. Don't take it personally."
With that, the speeder slowed to a halt and the doors opened once more. Rhé led the way out and across the complex's campus. The metal and glass building contrasted and blended with the duracrete and stone walkways and the reflection pools strewn orderly about. After a short walk, the doors of the Bureau's Headquarters opened to admit the two women. Rhé continued on, occasionally waving, smiling, and acknowledging other Agents swirling through the passageways and lobbies. The interior design was strikingly similar to the Recruitment Center, if not nearly identical, though without the massive atrium. More prominent, however, were large office spaces with chest height dividers and desks with operators, all Security Bureau Agents in their own right.
Finally, down one seemingly vacant corridor, a single door along a large space opened. Rhé stepped inside without hesitation. One wall of the room was lined with monitors. Holodisplays jutted up from the ground and layered over each other in an almost indecipherable jumble. And floating about on a hoverchair was Sentiri, switching between feeds and interacting with different displays in a kind of choreographed dance.
"Thank you, Miss Rhé," the Chiss woman said, her eyes not even looking up to acknowledge the presence of the two new room occupants. "Miss Annel, you'll find your orders on my desk." Only a single flat surface in the room could be seen, along the wall close to the only door was a metal desk without drawers or even a chair with a single flimsiplast file laying neatly atop. "Do not expect glamour," the Chiss woman said with disdain that betrayed some sort of experience. "Orientation begins tomorrow."
The Chiss woman looked up from her screens at last and cast her gaze at each woman as she spoke. "Miss Rhé. Please escort Miss Annel to the Director's office and make sure she is settled. Also, the most recent public hearings are being prepared for publication. Review, moderate, and forward them."
"Yes, ma'am," Rhé responded with a bow. The secretary regarded Sage once more and gave her a warm smile before turning on her heels, making for the empty office of the Director.
Again, feel free to respond to anything if you'd like, otherwise we'll move over to the dominion! I'll try to be a little more active there, but I may try to come up with a way for us to be independent of each other so you're not waiting on me to post. Probably easier for us both that way.
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ATTN: [member="Karacan Rigten"]
The simulation gives every impression that you are in a real cantina. Platforms seem to adjust while you're not looking to give real dimensions to rooms, the drones moving about only occasionally flicker but otherwise project a boisterously drunk crowd chugging down booze like any other bar-goer would. Bolan and his goons are off to one side, obviously paranoid of any who approach and a little less drunk-rowdy than everyone else and instead a little more on-edge rowdy. They regard your subtle but flamboyant approach and are caught off guard by your appearance just enough to let you through. Though Bolan seems unamused.
"Supplier? It look like I need a supplier?" The men around you all brandish their First Order issued equipment, obviously stolen along with their loyalty to the Supreme Leader. Though the miner's in the bar wouldn't know that, anyone who worked with weapons of any kind would. "Piss off little girl. I've got my own problems to deal with." Bolan motions to one of his goons and he firmly places a hand on your shoulder as if to drag you away from the group.
I can continue a little further if you'd like but somehow, I get the feeling I won't need to. If you would like to, though, even if to just get a reaction from the proctor, let me know.
Kara squinted her eyes as the 'goon' touched her. Normally, she would stab this hand, but she had to have a new plan. "Gah, I hate wasting the good stuff like this..." She sighed, and turned her head to look up at the man. "Alright, fine," she said leaning back a little to show her cleavage, "I'll go, no fuss.... from you." While exposing herself to the man, she pulled a Fastcutter from her wrist sleeve and leaned forward, swing her arm around to stab the goon in the chest, stabbing his heart. Immediately she put her feet on the edge of the chair and vaulted over the table, slamming Bolan to the ground. She wrstled, very little. Anyone who tried to shoot at her, she'd use her repulser hand. But if they didn't, she'd fire it up. Either way, it would pull away the fake skin covering it, and she would brandish it as a weapon. Bolan and Kara were sitting on the ground, she was 'embracing' him almost. He was almost in her lap, but just like him, her legs were stretched outward. Her Repulser hand grabbed at Bolans jaw, forcing it open, and then covered it. "You either drop your weapons, and all of your equipment, or mister Bolans skull gets a skull-full of Repulser." Her attention pulled to Bolan, "I didn't have to kill you or any of your men, you know that?" She continued to whisper, "Trying to be a little goody two shoes here.But instead of having a little fun, your men touched me, and ya disrespected him. Normally, I wouldn't care about the disrespect, but ya see where that got ya, don'tcha?"
"Hey, hey, hey! No, kick your blasters beside me." She threatened with turning the repulser hand on, but at the lowest setting possible. Normally, this would signal flesh burning in the mouth, or breathing hot fumes... but they were drones, she didn't know if this simulation would even recognize that. "I coooould have put yone of your oh-so-loyal men into this situation, but noooo. You First Order saps don't care about a little soldier loss, noooo, none of you high and mighty officer types do. How much do your little Stormtrooper buddies care, though, I wonder. They don't seem to go 'oh no, my squad friend just died,' no, I doubt you even realize they die with that massive helmet on. But just as stupid as most of you are about losing people on your side, you were trained so your commanding officer doesn't die. Commanding Officer, though? The puny little dork that sits behind everyone, in his little protected home? You don't like me right now, do you?" While she was talking, she was removing any weapons Bolan had. "You could have liked me, we could have gotten to know each other. But it's okay, I'm happy, because out of all of this there's still something I can do to you." She pulled in very close to his ear to whisper something only technically he could hear, "I can still cut your arms off after this."
"All of you, sit down, we're gonna have a chat. I don't like group chats, but we'll get over it, together. "Okay, Bolan," she pulled her repulser hand to the top of his skull, knocking off any hat he may be technically wearing. Her other hand either held one of Bolans blasters, or one of his soldiers blasters. "We're gonna play a game, a very short game. Every time you don't talk, I shoot one of your loyal little buddies. If you don't care, I don't care. We could arrest them, or kill them. Of course, if you have all your loyal buddies still, you could try and escape again. That whole 'live to fight another day,' thing, right? Aaaaand just to prove I'm a vewy, vewy sewious littul gull..." she said cutely, raising the blaster, firing it into one of the mens chest, killing them. "Why'd you betray the First Order? How many more men do you have? Do you have a base?"
