Private Lost Cause

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

Mattali Omenza

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It wasn't that she was particularly intrigued by the trooper but more curious. There was no certainty that she had had anything to hide but a mere suspicion had led Zoraya to do some digging and what she uncovered was... interesting. While she could certainly have raised an alarm and ended the woman's career, she saw an opportunity and decided to stay quiet for now, though that depended on the other's cooperation.

Ordinarily, an ensign would not be worth the time but this one was a particularly skilled slicer and that was always useful so she decided to pay her a visit. Arriving early, before the other was due to arrive, she waited in the apartment, nestled in one of the less favourable parts of the city - how fitting.

Though she was armed, her weapons were holstered. She wouldn't need to threaten physical violence, no, that was always a last resort. She trusted that her words would bear enough weight to prevent the need of violence arising. After all, she believed herself to be in a powerful position.

It was a hunger for power that largely led her here today. While she had no immediate use for the trooper, having her wrapped around her finger would bring her great satisfaction. It was set to be a long-term investment.

Alone, she waited.

 

[Mattali Omenza]

Lost Cause
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Location: Bastion, Lower City
Gear:
REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol

Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

To say her day was long was an understatement. Having to have her annual 'pheromone evaluation' health screen was always annoying. It always took twice as long, and the doctors always ended up trying to score her comm frequency despite how 'professional' they claimed to be. Hell, the last two guys were married, and they got into it with the nurse over her. Talk about lack of tact. Anyways, she didn't have a deficiency, and her bodies chemical balance was normal. Same fething report that she got four months ago. Who would have thought.

She had to take the back alley, again, because that weird Ithorian guy down the road kept putting his endangered plants in the middle of the walkway. Seriously, one of these days she was going to frame him for credit laundering and burn his fething plants while he was gone. Of course, Mirinda wouldn't actually do that. She'd probably just sell them off to cover the next year of her moms medical bills. That stuff was racking up, and frankly she wasn't sure what else to do.

Her mind was heavy as she took her small keycard and went to swipe it into her door. As the door slide open, she caught sight of an intruder inside her home, and her weary expression turned into a scowl. Eyeing up the woman, she shrugged and moved inside, throwing her jacket onto the couch as the door slide behind her. "No disrespect ma'am, but if you're hoping I can make your night, I'm not that kind of Zeltron." She had to assume this had to do with the investigations of Doon's ship, and if that was the case, she was going to need a drink. Moving to her kitchen, she unholstered her particle pistol and set it on the counter, musing to herself as she opened the refrigerator. Finding a bottle of a Jawa Juice, she set it beside her pistol and went for a pair of glasses. "And if you're going to torture me, which I know some of your people like to do, we're gonna need a sound proof room, or the neighbors will be bashing the walls down with their strongest broom handles." Filling the two cups up with the sweet liquor, Mirinda took her glass and waited for a string of insults to follow.

She honestly hated her job. What else did these people want from her?

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

Mattali Omenza

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"Again with the jokes?" She gave an irritated sigh. "Not everyone wants to spend the night with you, you mind-altering freak." She harshly rebuked. Were all Zeltrons this self-absorbed? She wondered, ironically, in spite of her own arrogance.

Following the other woman to the kitchen, ready to present her reason for being there, she gave a humourless chuckle at her comment. "Luckily for you, that's not my division." She replied.

"Unfortunately for you, it's still not all rainbows and sunshine." She dropped a file with Mirinda's name on onto the kitchen counter and opened file to show her the details of the criminal record that she had commendably hidden well from recruitment.

"You did well to keep this a secret but not well enough." She casually produced a cigarette and lit it, holding it between her fingers idly as she threatened the woman. She had never considered herself to be corrupt, especially not during her greener days as an agent, but sometimes it was just so easy to do. Why not take advantage of lesser people?

"You've got a lot to answer for, 339." She told her before brining the cigarette to her lips and taking a drag, not even showing enough respect to use the other's name. While she had demands, she didn't yet make them known, instead preferring to see the other's reaction first.

 

[Mattali Omenza]

Lost Cause
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Location: Bastion, Lower City
Gear:
REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol

Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

Wow, looks like she touched a nerve there. “Hey, pretty princess, I can’t change my biology. You have any idea how many people used to break into my quarters to give me their undying loyalty? Hell, one time I had a captain propose marriage to me. Feth me, guess the I in ISB stands for ignorant.” Well, least she had that problem resolved. But she still wasn’t sure why the hell this schutta was here.

Raising an eyebrow as Zoraya moved to the kitchen, Mirinda gave the fakest smile she could as the woman made a humorless chuckle. “Wow, you got an upgrade. That laugh almost sounded real. Be sure to tell the tech guys they’re doing stellar work.” Stupid twit. Wouldn’t know a good joke if it looked her right in the face.

As the file dropped on the counter, Mirinda’s smile dropped, and she let out a sigh. It most certainly wasn’t sunshine and rainbows. She downed the contents of her glass in one go, and took the glass she had initially poured for the agent. Pouring it’s contents into her own glass, she swirled the drink around as her number was used.

She was surprised it too ISB this long to figure it out, but there was always the chance this was a bluff. Truth be told, she was rather concerned at the violation of her home done by the agents smoking, but she knew if she said anything the woman would just ignore her. There was a way around that however. First, divert attention, then use the situation to open opportunity. She was a pro at this after all.

“Fire!” Setting her glass down, Mirinda grabbed the small hose by her sink, and tactically sprayed water at the agents lit cigarette.

Hopefully this didn’t backfire.

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

Mattali Omenza

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"Oh, well. Good for you." She replied, sarcastically, continuing to listen to the droll of the Zeltron. "You are mouthy, aren't you?" Whatever kind of bravado this trooper thought she had, she would soon be rebuked for it. For the sheer annoyance she gave her, she considered just selling her out to their superiors, but no - not yet.

Another joke. She wouldn't be laughing in a minute, but then, it seemed... neither would she.

Reacting quickly, she moved her body out of the way but her hand was soaked by the water. Angered, she grabbed the woman's own blaster and thrust the barrel of the weapon into her chin, lifting her head to look up towards her.

She spoke calmly, in a calculated manner. "You best pray I don't tell your officers about your past. I'll have you blacklisted from every job in Imperial space and hand you over to the Zeltron authorities." She threatened her. Grabbing the file, she shoved it in the other woman's direction for her to read the proof.

Removing the weapon from the Zeltron's chin, she took a step back. If the woman's combat expertise was anything to go by then she wasn't particularly concerned about any backlash.

 

[Mattali Omenza]

Lost Cause
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Location: Bastion, Lower City
Gear:
REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol

Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres
“It’s part of my charm.”

Well, so much for that. It was a good idea in concept however. She heard of Imp brutality, but getting a blaster drawn on her for squirting an officer with water was a little excessive. Her body tensed with the barrel put against her chin, but her time in crime networks had conditioned her to the cold steel being forced against her vital parts.

Her eyes locked with Zoraya’s, and with the words the woman chose, Mirinda felt there was something the woman wanted. Otherwise, she would have reported her already. Mirinda wasn’t entirely screwed, her CO knew about her records, but she didn’t want to throw Doonie under the bus. The admiral was already in hot water as is, last thing she needed was the fact she knew about the false records. This ISB girl had just made a hell of an over reach, and Mirinda made a small mental note that she would see this woman burn before she made her final curtain call.

As the blaster was pulled away, Mirinda slowly reached for her glass and took it. Swirling the contents about, she took a long drink and set it on the counter. “I’m not the praying sort, and Zeltron authorities couldn’t stop a nose bleed, let alone me, but I sorta need this job so….”

If her hope was to be believed, Zoraya didn’t have all the cards against her. No, Mirinda couldn’t go back to Zeltros with her real name, but she was damn sure the government couldn’t touch her on their best day. “If you’re so much better than me pretty princess, then why haven’t you run off and got your little promotion?” Mirinda had a good feeling for why she hadn’t, but she’d like to hear the agents excuse ahead of time.

She’d need time to plot her revenge after all.

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

Mattali Omenza

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Zoraya placed the blaster back on the counter in its original place. The theatrics had been nothing more than a show of power. Mirinda could give her all the sass she wanted but she would not call the shots. One word to their superiors and the enlist could be looking at a court martial, if not an outright dismissal. It would be in her best interests to cooperate.

"Don't assume that weeding you out warrants a promotion. It wasn't hard. You just weren't important enough before to be investigated." She reached out to give her a condescending pat on the cheek. "Granted, you aren't important enough now but I thought I could find a use for you."

"If you want to keep your job then you'll do as I say." She threatened her. It wasn't like she would be believed if she told anyone.

"Firstly, get access to files and any information you can on Sakadi Marathi Sinvala from the Silver Jedi Concord." She paused, refusing to elaborate further, before continuing. "And I'll keep in contact."

She was certainly asking her to commit a crime which would put her on the radar of the Concord if they caught wind of her actions. But she already had a criminal record. What was there left to lose?

 

[Mattali Omenza]

Lost Cause
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Location: Bastion, Lower City
Gear:
REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol

Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

Mirinda rolled her eyes at the agents empty words. Blah blah blah, I am to be feared, blah blah blah, I have deep seated daddy issues. These women were a dime a dozen. Mirinda would know, she dealt with enough of them on a year basis, the military was full of them.

The little pat on the cheek though was enough to prompt a grin from the Zeltron. “Careful princess, skin to skin makes the pheromone work that much faster.” That outta irk her a bit. “You know, it’s hilarious to me that I’m not important, so unimportant that you had to break into my apartment and threaten me.” Mirinda took another drink and blew out her cheeks in mockery. “Sorta makes me think you’re trying to impress someone.” She shrugged and giggled to herself, moving to get more alcohol as if the threat of her career wasn’t that big of a deal.

She halted however as the request was made, and Mirinda burst into hysterics as she shut the door and turned back with a bottle clenched in her hands. “Hold on, hold on, you want me to get info on The Conqueror of Nar Shaddaa? The Silent Blade? That Sakadi?” Yea, this was just dumb. Shaking her head, Mirinda poured herself another drink. “Yea, I’m going to take you didn’t do your reading princess. I would have done that for you without the blackmail. I mean, it sounds like a fun hobby.” She set the bottle down, then pushed it towards her captor. She hoped the woman was getting annoyed. That was the goal after all. “Hope this isn’t how you normally operate. I mean, we could of had a nice thing going, but now I’m thinking; ‘Yea, she might be cute, but all that crazy kills the mood’. I can give you lessons if you want them. Zeltrons are natural telepaths if you read this thing called a dossier. It’s why I know you weren’t going to kill me just a bit ago.” She paused to set her throat, drinking another half and thanking the force for her extra liver. “But I mean, either way I’m game. I understand being spurred by someone you love. Hopefully you and Sakadi can patch things up.”

Taking her drink in hand, she leaned back on the counter and took another swig. This day was just getting better and better.

 

[Zoraya Ives-Ayres]

Mattali Omenza

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With a disgusted look on her face, she retracted her hand, holding it awkwardly as though she had just touched something dirty before wiping it on the front of her own leg. She didn't know if the Zeltron's statement was true but she didn't want to find out all the same.

"Just because you're unimportant, doesn't mean you can't be useful to me." She replied. "No one to impress. Just a job to do." She gave a plain, unfeeling answer. If there was something she could gain from the information then she would certainly try and use it. Family or not.

Her expression remained placid, unamused as the woman laughed at her request and began some long monologue, but it slowly turned into a scowl. Despite having mellowed out in recent years, there was only so much she could take and the Zeltron was testing her limits.

Her gaze shifted to look past the Zeltron for a moment, rather than at her. She had forgotten that they couldn't be threatened in the same way as normal people and silently cursed herself for it.

"Are you out of touch with reality?" She asked. "This isn't the only thing I'm going to be telling you to do. Just..." She gave a frustrated sigh. The expression on her face suggested nothing other than hatred for the woman.

"I'll be in contact."

 

[Mattali Omenza]

Lost Cause
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Location: Bastion, Lower City
Gear:
REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol

Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres

Mirinda let out a snort as she watched the Imperial try and wipe away the concept that she was falling under the Zeltron's effects. It was stunning to her how little this woman knew about who she was dealing with. Though, she was filled with pity more than anything. To lack so much understanding, and be an intelligence operative, it was like walking around with a bag over your head. It was a little amazing she hadn't managed to get herself killed after all.

Hearing Zoraya's little excuse for why she wasn't actually important, Mirinda waved her finger at the ISB agent. "Important, when referring to a person indicates that they hold great significance or value; likely to have a profound effect on success. So....given I'm useful, means that if I wasn't important, you wouldn't be hear listening to my lovely voice." Mirinda shrugged, taking up her cup and downing another gulp.

To her amazement, Zoraya let her finish her little explanation, something the Zeltron had thought would be interrupted by a backhand. Clearly this girl could surprise her when she learned to be tolerant for a whole five minutes. When Zoraya asked her about her grasp of reality however, Mirinda tilted her head to the side and grinned. "No, I'm very much in touch with it princess. Which is why I'm not trying to put up an act like you are right now." She felt pretty good about that. Thankfully, it seemed the little intruder was going to be calling it quits for the night. "Listen, I'll help you out, but only because I feel sorry for you. You're wound up tighter than a Hutt on a salt barge, and that makes you predictable." Mirinda tapped the side of her head, picking up on the anger that turned and churned inside the woman's mind. "Can't be happy with all that bitterness brewing." Taking what was left of her bottle, she set it before Zoraya and put a cork in it. "Now, you'll probably throw this at me, or on the floor, but take this, relax, and stop being a stuck up schutta for five minutes. You'll appreciate it." Mirinda wasn't going to pretend that she liked this woman, but it was the Zeltron way to try and eliminate bad vibes; cause force almighty, this girl was full of them.