Raziel
Dark Jedi Spymaster
The heels of his new boots clacked on the durasteel deck. Raziel had been given a uniform, he found the whole charade quite distasteful. Then again, he reflected, they had taken the time to patch him up and bring him back to full health. The last few weeks had been tedious. Endless briefings on security awareness, rules, regulations, good practise guidelines. His access, of course, was restricted. He had no documented background to speak of, so to all intents and purposes he was an outsider to the confederacy. The systems he used had limited access to sensitive information, and were apparently designed to be used by operatives from trusted, foreign intelligence agencies.
Someone had mentioned earning citizenship in the confederacy through his actions. He wasn't sure what he felt about that. The medical bay had given him plenty of time to think. Perhaps working towards a common goal would help him find him find his own identity. The confederacy held ideals on the freedom of the individual. It seemed as good as any other ideal, but did he believe in that?
Small steps, he thought to himself. He would try and build bridges and trust, but that would take time. For now his movements and access to sensitive information were greatly restricted. His lanyard only gave him access to a small fraction of the ship. And whilst most of the data appeared to be compartmentalised, Raziel couldn't even access the basic CEO - Confederate Eyes Only - classification. As long as he had access to the information he would need to carry out his assignments that was fine. There was a two-way trust to build, after all.
They had asked him plenty of questions, he'd even been honest at times. They'd even had a Force user read him during one session. The novice they'd sent suggested they underestimated him and believed him to be a half-trained Force user, rather than a vastly experienced Dark Jedi Knight. He preferred to be grossly over- or under-estimated. As long as they didn't know his exact capabilities and weaknesses.
Raziel felt annoyed at himself, but he was already thinking on how to extend his own power here. It was second nature to him now. It was like being a spider at the centre of a great web. The more strings he pulled, the more he knew and the more influence he held. Of course, in this web there were many spiders, most just hung from the web, puppets on someone else's string. Right now Raziel had been torn from his own web, he needed to start laying down new threads.
He didn't even know what classification of ship this was. He'd been unconscious when they'd picked up up from Lyra, and had only seen a few diagrams. Apparently they would arrive at a place called 'Roon' shortly where he would be able to meet the Confederacy's own Jedi order. Above all else, that made him nervous. Another pair of doors slid open ahead of him. Raziel walked through a small office area where analysts were hard at work. Raziel instinctively skimmed their thoughts, apparently they had little patience for the minority of field agents in the department. At the back of the room was a large meeting chamber. Apparently he would be meeting other agents, and some high ranking members of staff who would explain a little more about the "Ministry of Force." Apparently there would be a nice lunch afterwards. At least that might liven up his day. He had to airlock himself just for a few moments of excitement otherwise.
Someone had mentioned earning citizenship in the confederacy through his actions. He wasn't sure what he felt about that. The medical bay had given him plenty of time to think. Perhaps working towards a common goal would help him find him find his own identity. The confederacy held ideals on the freedom of the individual. It seemed as good as any other ideal, but did he believe in that?
Small steps, he thought to himself. He would try and build bridges and trust, but that would take time. For now his movements and access to sensitive information were greatly restricted. His lanyard only gave him access to a small fraction of the ship. And whilst most of the data appeared to be compartmentalised, Raziel couldn't even access the basic CEO - Confederate Eyes Only - classification. As long as he had access to the information he would need to carry out his assignments that was fine. There was a two-way trust to build, after all.
They had asked him plenty of questions, he'd even been honest at times. They'd even had a Force user read him during one session. The novice they'd sent suggested they underestimated him and believed him to be a half-trained Force user, rather than a vastly experienced Dark Jedi Knight. He preferred to be grossly over- or under-estimated. As long as they didn't know his exact capabilities and weaknesses.
Raziel felt annoyed at himself, but he was already thinking on how to extend his own power here. It was second nature to him now. It was like being a spider at the centre of a great web. The more strings he pulled, the more he knew and the more influence he held. Of course, in this web there were many spiders, most just hung from the web, puppets on someone else's string. Right now Raziel had been torn from his own web, he needed to start laying down new threads.
He didn't even know what classification of ship this was. He'd been unconscious when they'd picked up up from Lyra, and had only seen a few diagrams. Apparently they would arrive at a place called 'Roon' shortly where he would be able to meet the Confederacy's own Jedi order. Above all else, that made him nervous. Another pair of doors slid open ahead of him. Raziel walked through a small office area where analysts were hard at work. Raziel instinctively skimmed their thoughts, apparently they had little patience for the minority of field agents in the department. At the back of the room was a large meeting chamber. Apparently he would be meeting other agents, and some high ranking members of staff who would explain a little more about the "Ministry of Force." Apparently there would be a nice lunch afterwards. At least that might liven up his day. He had to airlock himself just for a few moments of excitement otherwise.
Don't really know where I'm going with this, but thought it could be a vague "intro to spynet" thread. [member="Strask Ak'lya"] @Seanna Ve l[member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Pravis Sharman"]
