INMATE #X3-99K
Name: Mahriah Metuna
Species: Human
Age: Late-Twenties
Gender: Female.
Height: Average
Weight: Average.
Physique: Lean; Toned.
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: Brown.
Skin Color: Chocolate.
Known Medical History:
Facial Scars - Reason: Rough Upbringing
Primary Allegiance(s): NIO
Current Status: Active.
Homeworld: Bastion.
Known Residence: Nirauan.
Species: Human
Age: Late-Twenties
Gender: Female.
Height: Average
Weight: Average.
Physique: Lean; Toned.
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: Brown.
Skin Color: Chocolate.
Known Medical History:
Facial Scars - Reason: Rough Upbringing
Primary Allegiance(s): NIO
Current Status: Active.
Homeworld: Bastion.
Known Residence: Nirauan.
BASTION - ST. MORIDIN JUVENILE HALL
EXCERPT #13 - Officer Veer & Mahriah Metuna.
OV: “Force’s sake, Metuna. Fourteenth—”
MM: “Thirteenth.”
[ Long pause, OV takes a long drag from his smoke before exhaling loudly with a sigh. ]
OV: “I don’t know what to do with you, kid.”
MM: “Can I go yet, Officer?”
OV: “No.”
MM: “Why the hell not? We’ve been through this so many times before. I apologize, you try to tell me my life is all wrong, I pretend to care, I get sent back here in a week, and then we go at it again. Does that sound fun to you? Just let me—”
OV: “That’s enough out of you, Metuna. You weren’t called in here today to argue with us.”
[ MM scoffs. ]
OV: “We’ve tried our best, but ‘juvie’ is clearly not working for you.”
MM: “No shit.”
OV: “So we’re sending you away.”
MM: “Another hall? Oooo, real scary.”
[ MM rolls her eyes.]
OV: “Try the military. Rehabilitation through labor is clearly not working for you.”
[ A long silence falls upon the room. MM seems to be in shock. ]
OV: “Figures it’d take as much to get you to shut up for once.”
MM: “You can’t do this.”
OV: “We can, and we have. The transport is already parked outside.”
MM: “Anything but that.”
OV: “Too late for apologies, Metuna.
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NIRAUAN - ACADEMY COURTYARD - WEST WING
EXCERPT #231 - Overseer Indigo & Agent Metuna
OI: “Did you get the package?”
AM: “Wasn’t easy, but yeah.”
[ OI grabs a small paper-wrapped package pulled from AM’s satchel. ]
[ OI weighs it up and down. ]
OI: “This will save lives, you know.”
AM: “For the Empire.”
OI: “For the Empire.”
OI: “... You know, I never thought you’d agree to follow me here.”
AM: “What? A chance to flip the bird at the system? Why wouldn’t I?”
OI: “Right. Flip the bird in one system by joining the other seeking to destroy it?”
AM: “Hey, it’s the principle that counts. They fu—”
[ A loud speeder passes by. ]
AM: “—me over as a kid. I’m just returning the favor.”
OI: “So that’s why you work with us?”
AM: “Well, that and I have the aptitude I suppose.”
[ OI weighs the package up and down one more time. ]
OI: “We’ve been through a lot since we left the Sith behind.”
AM: “Hey, don’t get mushy on me now, old man. Our work ain’t even close to done yet.”
OI: “Heh. I suppose not. Good talk, Metuna.
AM: “Likewise, Fred.”
OI: “I got a codename in public goddamnit.”
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UNKNOWN - UNKNOWN - CANTINA
EXCERPT #237 - Fugitive Carr & Agent Metuna
AM: “Did you bring the money?”
FC: “400 credits, and after that I am erased from the system, yeah?”
AM: “Something like that.”
[ AM leans forward to lift the chip up between her fingers. ]
AM: “That will do nicely, Carr. I appreciate your business.”
FC: “If that’s—”
AM: “Just one more thing.”
[ FC freezes in his seat. ]
AM: “Tavlar sends his regards.”
[ Sound of three blaster shots before Carr rolls over on the ground, dead. ]
AM: “Works every goddamned time.”
EXCERPT #13 - Officer Veer & Mahriah Metuna.
OV: “Force’s sake, Metuna. Fourteenth—”
MM: “Thirteenth.”
[ Long pause, OV takes a long drag from his smoke before exhaling loudly with a sigh. ]
OV: “I don’t know what to do with you, kid.”
MM: “Can I go yet, Officer?”
OV: “No.”
MM: “Why the hell not? We’ve been through this so many times before. I apologize, you try to tell me my life is all wrong, I pretend to care, I get sent back here in a week, and then we go at it again. Does that sound fun to you? Just let me—”
OV: “That’s enough out of you, Metuna. You weren’t called in here today to argue with us.”
[ MM scoffs. ]
OV: “We’ve tried our best, but ‘juvie’ is clearly not working for you.”
MM: “No shit.”
OV: “So we’re sending you away.”
MM: “Another hall? Oooo, real scary.”
[ MM rolls her eyes.]
OV: “Try the military. Rehabilitation through labor is clearly not working for you.”
[ A long silence falls upon the room. MM seems to be in shock. ]
OV: “Figures it’d take as much to get you to shut up for once.”
MM: “You can’t do this.”
OV: “We can, and we have. The transport is already parked outside.”
MM: “Anything but that.”
OV: “Too late for apologies, Metuna.
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NIRAUAN - ACADEMY COURTYARD - WEST WING
EXCERPT #231 - Overseer Indigo & Agent Metuna
OI: “Did you get the package?”
AM: “Wasn’t easy, but yeah.”
[ OI grabs a small paper-wrapped package pulled from AM’s satchel. ]
[ OI weighs it up and down. ]
OI: “This will save lives, you know.”
AM: “For the Empire.”
OI: “For the Empire.”
OI: “... You know, I never thought you’d agree to follow me here.”
AM: “What? A chance to flip the bird at the system? Why wouldn’t I?”
OI: “Right. Flip the bird in one system by joining the other seeking to destroy it?”
AM: “Hey, it’s the principle that counts. They fu—”
[ A loud speeder passes by. ]
AM: “—me over as a kid. I’m just returning the favor.”
OI: “So that’s why you work with us?”
AM: “Well, that and I have the aptitude I suppose.”
[ OI weighs the package up and down one more time. ]
OI: “We’ve been through a lot since we left the Sith behind.”
AM: “Hey, don’t get mushy on me now, old man. Our work ain’t even close to done yet.”
OI: “Heh. I suppose not. Good talk, Metuna.
AM: “Likewise, Fred.”
OI: “I got a codename in public goddamnit.”
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UNKNOWN - UNKNOWN - CANTINA
EXCERPT #237 - Fugitive Carr & Agent Metuna
AM: “Did you bring the money?”
FC: “400 credits, and after that I am erased from the system, yeah?”
AM: “Something like that.”
[ AM leans forward to lift the chip up between her fingers. ]
AM: “That will do nicely, Carr. I appreciate your business.”
FC: “If that’s—”
AM: “Just one more thing.”
[ FC freezes in his seat. ]
AM: “Tavlar sends his regards.”
[ Sound of three blaster shots before Carr rolls over on the ground, dead. ]
AM: “Works every goddamned time.”
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