Raziel
Dark Jedi Spymaster
[SIZE=14pt]R[/SIZE]aziel sat opposite one of Spynet’s senior staff, in a meeting room at Spynet’s Bothawui headquarters. His holographic disguise matrix shielding his own features. There was no need to be identifiable by too many of Spynet’s own. It would take an ally more powerful than Salem Norongachi to force him to shift allegiances any time soon, but he was always one for caution. That was an understatement: just the notion of revealing too much of his personal life made him deeply nauseous.
“I’m keen to know if we have any operatives keeping tabs on AEL?” he asked.
“There would be a mountain of forms to fill in to even start to find such information of course,” replied the middle aged operations manager.
“Of course,” Raziel replied, feigning knowledge he clearly didn’t possess on the bureaucratic machinations of the agency.
“However, in this instance I can fairly confidently state that we don’t. Too high a risk, and they’ve never been considered enough of a threat to warrant the resources. Why?”
“How long would it take to get someone inside the headquarters at Laekia, or at least gain some influence over someone with insight?” Raziel asked.
“Time required would always be inversely proportion to resources thrown at the task. If we devoted what we do against the Protectorate for instance, we could get inside within a month or so.”
“Alright, let’s assume we’re more curious about the chances of them conducting offensive operations in our space. Seems they’re willing to pay for help in that regard under certain circumstances.” Raziel explained.
“I could probably put a plan together, maybe six to twelve months?”
“Make it happen.”
[SIZE=16pt]R[/SIZE]aziel walked down the long alley, letting his senses reach out to check he was no longer being followed. It didn’t surprise him that he was followed in his own territory. Afterall, he knew the teams put together by Norongachi had been working outside the established intelligence agencies, if he was in the Lord Commander’s position he would order the Spymaster followed too.
Now they were lost of course he could go and meet his contact and have the package delivered. It would be couriered off world and sent to the return address of [member="Rave Merrill"] securely. There was nothing particularly sensitive. A little corporate information he’d dug up, photos taken from outside the recent Subach-Santhe trials of the participants, a few movements. Nothing to get him into trouble with his own people, but enough to tentatively expand his network of contacts.
Dear AEL,
Some information attached. Nothing much unfortunately. No payment required, think of this as a favour. If you need to get in touch please leave a data disk at the following location, which is checked on a daily basis. Please use the attached algorithm and digital signature to identify yourself.
XS
[SIZE=14pt]K[/SIZE]even Askvig walked into Subach’s temporary offices the morning following the meal out. He covered his eyes with his hands and showed his pass to the security guard as he entered. By for Force his head hurt. Janos had been determined to blow the expenses budget on booze last night, and he wasn’t about to be drunk under the table by that little wretch.
His pass was used at thee more checkpoints on the way to his office. He smiled politely at the new receptionist on the way. Lovely of the company to get some pretty human faces around the places. It’s not that he considered himself speciesist, but Bothan women just weren’t the same. He stopped dead on the threshold, trying to focus through the splitting headache for a moment.
“I’m sorry, was I late for a meeting?” he tentatively asked of the two men behind his desk.
“Please, close the door,” one of them asked.
“Oh,” Keven replied. He turned and looked back out at the staff around his room. No one looked to him or indicated that anything was out of place. He closed the door firmly and turned back to the intruders, feeling his temper starting to rise. It stopped as the second man started laying out photographs on his desk.
“Good evening Mr Askvig, we’re from internal security,” said the first. “We’re here to discuss your personal life, I’m afraid.”
Keven barely made it to the chair. His legs crumpled beneath him mostly of their own accord. He could barely look up as one of them flashed him an ID card. “How did….why….”
“Look Mr Askvig, we’re not here to judge. We found out about this as we received word of an intelligence agency about to try and use these details to extract information from you. You’ve been compromised, Mr Askvig.”
“Oh Feth, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Am I going to lose my job?” he barely whimpered in return. He managed to look up at the pair again. One held his eyes and looked almost sympathetic, the other was putting the photographs away, shaking his head. This was the end, he knew it. They’d have him and his pension for this.
“Potentially, but not just yet. We have eyes on the people looking to make an approach on you. We think they’re going to try and use this as leverage soon. If you can do one more thing for us, we can probably bury this and see you get a suitable severance package.”
“What? Anything?” Keven asked desperately.
“Meet with them, act as if you had no idea this was coming. I want you to see what they want from you,”
“Won’t this be dangerous?” Keven asked.
“Of course it will. But it’s that or….” The security officer held up another brown envelope with a Subach stamp and his address on it. Keven knew what would be inside.
“Alright, whatever it takes. I’m so sorry, I never thought anyone would…” Keven started.
“Look, why don’t you go for a walk and clear your head. For the time being, it would be best if you carried on as normal. Do not discuss this matter with your colleagues.” The officer said authoritatively.
“Yes, yes, fresh air. Of course,” Keven muttered. He was on his feet in a few moments, accepting a glass of water from one of the men. “I can do this,” he stated.
[SIZE=14pt]B[/SIZE]ack at Spynet’s HQ, Raziel had discarded the Holographic Disguise Matrix image he had been using to impersonate a Subach employee and returned to the visage he used here. He had to prepare now for his next disguise and his second meeting with Keven Askvig this evening, this time acting as a foreign agent.
He allowed himself a small smile at his own cleverness. Once he had played Askvig from two sides, he would have a third part to play, or possibly he would just use another agent. The final part of the plan would involve going to Subach as ASA Intelligence and reporting that Keven Askvig had been compromised by Republic Intelligence agents posing as Subach security and place the blame elsewhere. A plot within a plot within a plot. Fortunate that providing their internal security arrangements for review had been one of the conditions of a military contract with the ASA.
“I need someone to go and have a meeting with the CEO of Circe Savan shortly,” he told his assistant.
“Reason?”
“We’re going to express concern around recent links between herself and other Sith Lords, and we’re going to report the security breech I’m about to enact and pin it on the Republic. We’ll need some evidence too.”
“Anyone in particular?”
“Someone removed from the situation, so that they believe they’re being honest. Maybe a new recruit, someone who’ll be terrified at the thought of meeting a Sith?”
“I’ll make arrangements.”
“I’m keen to know if we have any operatives keeping tabs on AEL?” he asked.
“There would be a mountain of forms to fill in to even start to find such information of course,” replied the middle aged operations manager.
“Of course,” Raziel replied, feigning knowledge he clearly didn’t possess on the bureaucratic machinations of the agency.
“However, in this instance I can fairly confidently state that we don’t. Too high a risk, and they’ve never been considered enough of a threat to warrant the resources. Why?”
“How long would it take to get someone inside the headquarters at Laekia, or at least gain some influence over someone with insight?” Raziel asked.
“Time required would always be inversely proportion to resources thrown at the task. If we devoted what we do against the Protectorate for instance, we could get inside within a month or so.”
“Alright, let’s assume we’re more curious about the chances of them conducting offensive operations in our space. Seems they’re willing to pay for help in that regard under certain circumstances.” Raziel explained.
“I could probably put a plan together, maybe six to twelve months?”
“Make it happen.”
[SIZE=16pt]R[/SIZE]aziel walked down the long alley, letting his senses reach out to check he was no longer being followed. It didn’t surprise him that he was followed in his own territory. Afterall, he knew the teams put together by Norongachi had been working outside the established intelligence agencies, if he was in the Lord Commander’s position he would order the Spymaster followed too.
Now they were lost of course he could go and meet his contact and have the package delivered. It would be couriered off world and sent to the return address of [member="Rave Merrill"] securely. There was nothing particularly sensitive. A little corporate information he’d dug up, photos taken from outside the recent Subach-Santhe trials of the participants, a few movements. Nothing to get him into trouble with his own people, but enough to tentatively expand his network of contacts.
Dear AEL,
Some information attached. Nothing much unfortunately. No payment required, think of this as a favour. If you need to get in touch please leave a data disk at the following location, which is checked on a daily basis. Please use the attached algorithm and digital signature to identify yourself.
XS
[SIZE=14pt]K[/SIZE]even Askvig walked into Subach’s temporary offices the morning following the meal out. He covered his eyes with his hands and showed his pass to the security guard as he entered. By for Force his head hurt. Janos had been determined to blow the expenses budget on booze last night, and he wasn’t about to be drunk under the table by that little wretch.
His pass was used at thee more checkpoints on the way to his office. He smiled politely at the new receptionist on the way. Lovely of the company to get some pretty human faces around the places. It’s not that he considered himself speciesist, but Bothan women just weren’t the same. He stopped dead on the threshold, trying to focus through the splitting headache for a moment.
“I’m sorry, was I late for a meeting?” he tentatively asked of the two men behind his desk.
“Please, close the door,” one of them asked.
“Oh,” Keven replied. He turned and looked back out at the staff around his room. No one looked to him or indicated that anything was out of place. He closed the door firmly and turned back to the intruders, feeling his temper starting to rise. It stopped as the second man started laying out photographs on his desk.
“Good evening Mr Askvig, we’re from internal security,” said the first. “We’re here to discuss your personal life, I’m afraid.”
Keven barely made it to the chair. His legs crumpled beneath him mostly of their own accord. He could barely look up as one of them flashed him an ID card. “How did….why….”
“Look Mr Askvig, we’re not here to judge. We found out about this as we received word of an intelligence agency about to try and use these details to extract information from you. You’ve been compromised, Mr Askvig.”
“Oh Feth, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Am I going to lose my job?” he barely whimpered in return. He managed to look up at the pair again. One held his eyes and looked almost sympathetic, the other was putting the photographs away, shaking his head. This was the end, he knew it. They’d have him and his pension for this.
“Potentially, but not just yet. We have eyes on the people looking to make an approach on you. We think they’re going to try and use this as leverage soon. If you can do one more thing for us, we can probably bury this and see you get a suitable severance package.”
“What? Anything?” Keven asked desperately.
“Meet with them, act as if you had no idea this was coming. I want you to see what they want from you,”
“Won’t this be dangerous?” Keven asked.
“Of course it will. But it’s that or….” The security officer held up another brown envelope with a Subach stamp and his address on it. Keven knew what would be inside.
“Alright, whatever it takes. I’m so sorry, I never thought anyone would…” Keven started.
“Look, why don’t you go for a walk and clear your head. For the time being, it would be best if you carried on as normal. Do not discuss this matter with your colleagues.” The officer said authoritatively.
“Yes, yes, fresh air. Of course,” Keven muttered. He was on his feet in a few moments, accepting a glass of water from one of the men. “I can do this,” he stated.
[SIZE=14pt]B[/SIZE]ack at Spynet’s HQ, Raziel had discarded the Holographic Disguise Matrix image he had been using to impersonate a Subach employee and returned to the visage he used here. He had to prepare now for his next disguise and his second meeting with Keven Askvig this evening, this time acting as a foreign agent.
He allowed himself a small smile at his own cleverness. Once he had played Askvig from two sides, he would have a third part to play, or possibly he would just use another agent. The final part of the plan would involve going to Subach as ASA Intelligence and reporting that Keven Askvig had been compromised by Republic Intelligence agents posing as Subach security and place the blame elsewhere. A plot within a plot within a plot. Fortunate that providing their internal security arrangements for review had been one of the conditions of a military contract with the ASA.
“I need someone to go and have a meeting with the CEO of Circe Savan shortly,” he told his assistant.
“Reason?”
“We’re going to express concern around recent links between herself and other Sith Lords, and we’re going to report the security breech I’m about to enact and pin it on the Republic. We’ll need some evidence too.”
“Anyone in particular?”
“Someone removed from the situation, so that they believe they’re being honest. Maybe a new recruit, someone who’ll be terrified at the thought of meeting a Sith?”
“I’ll make arrangements.”
