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The Amalgam looked at the reports on the First Order's major stronghold with one hand, while electrocuting her captive with Force Lightning with the other, sitting at a table, legs crossed. She was clad in her black combat suit, her body warped by her Shi'ido physiology to resemble a slightly taller woman with black hair and fair skin, facial features significantly altered but no less beautiful. It was different from the form she used as a member of the Sith. Slightly. She still had yet to cross the issue of the fact she had essentially betrayed the Sith Empire becoming the Eternal Empire's Chief of Intelligence. She had started out back in the galaxy never even considering acquiring a friend, obsessed only with her daughter, and her faith in the Bogan.
Had Kay Arenais
changed her? It was said Zakuul's new empress had this...draw
to her. The Amalgam had even felt it, but that alone would not have been enough to make her do something so drastic. She wanted to say it was the Bogan, or the Brain Demon guiding her, but the truth was that at the first possibility of an actual, genuine friendship, not something twisted like whatever she had had with her own master...she had jumped at it. There were many things she and the Sith agreed on. Many horrible cruel things that she did even now, out of Kay's sight. All to build up the Eternal Empire. But she was not a Sith. Not truly.
Gone were the days of solo corruption. Gone were the times she had sat alone in the heart of her ship, battling a quiet doubt. The doubt was still there, especially in regards to her daughters, but there was so much to distract her now that she hadn't really the time to confront it, only the time to bring order.
The Shi'ido stared at her victim, a First Order naval officer whose wife she had proceeded to gruesomely murder than mimic. She had been cut off so 'tragically' from her husband when the First Order had abandoned Zakuul. She had been laying low, and would have escaped, had the vile shapeshifter not caught wind with the spies she was putting throughout the capital world. Her husband had trusted the wrong smuggler. She still snickered occasionally at the horrified look his wife had when she had seen The Amalgam calmly waiting for her in the cabin. She had made sure the appearance she had taken was only for making someone go insane from fear.
The Naval Officer had been easy pickings. He wasn't connected directly to the Old Fort...he had not had time to reach it before the fallen dictatorship had sealed themselves in their own coffin.
But he had
worked on the shield generators at that fort, and knew the types of electrical systems used.
She would give him credit...he had utterly tanked
her every attempt to telepathically steal the knowledge out of his head. Enough to the point she had begun to question him openly as to whether his brain was made of beskar.
But however indestructible his mind was, his body wasn't. She felt his will to live and the desire to end the pain override his loyalty to The First Order.
"Does it wish to talk now?" She asked softly in the confines of her quarters aboard her ship. The photos of her daughter Uri were plastered to every surface of the wall, the green gaze that haunted the back of her skull staring at both her and her victim from every angle.
"Yes...please...let me join my wife...I'll tell you everything..."
Without looking at the captured, mutilated naval officer chained to the wall, the Amalgam turned on the audio recorder, and listened as he explained every possible weakness he could think of in the generators that would make them vulnerable to sabotage as well as the general electrical systems. It wasn't much...the First Order knew the stakes. Knew Pa'Desh would decide much about their future. Namely, whether or not they would have one.
This was also important to the Eternal Empire...vengeance for the attacks on Zakuul must be swift and brutal.
Inbetween purges of the intelligence agencies, she had been busy getting production for something she intended to be the Empire's poor bloody infantry.
The CIS used droids. They were quite powerful. Powerful enough to have survived both the Sith and the First Order. They had outlived the First Order. The Eternal Empire too used droids as well. She had made them a soldier. One based on multiple encounters with multiple types of war droids.
Though this would almost certainly backfire on her should she ever fall out of the Empire's graces, (An unlikely scenario, thanks to the...emotional
investment from genuinely wanting a friend.) professionalism decreed she give them (and Kay) a droid she herself would not want to face.
The result had been something brutish and bulky, but armed with multiple weapons, and a brain that could give veteran soldiers a run for their money...occasionally. She had yet to approve them fully, so they would not be available, but she had plans all the same to do damage...
Once he had given her the information (Which she knew to be the truth due to carefully sensing him for deceit, though this was by no means fool proof), she sent the information via encryption to the ship that Jareth was on, signing the message as 'Headmistress', her chosen designate while communicating on official channels. She then murdered her captive by taking the form of his wife and hacking him to bits with a lightsaber before resuming her prior appearance, and arming herself with her saber and pistol, taking a few minutes at a work table to change out the lenses and circuits in her pistol to give it electrical effects, before adding a stock and scope to it and heading to the pilot seat to take her closer to Pa'Desh.
She had an especially nasty surprise in storefor the First Order. One that would avenge their cowardly attack at Zakuul...
Soon after she arrived, so too would the second part of her plan.
The Amalgam began focusing her strength as she approached Pa'Desh with her ship's stealth system on. She would need all the might the Bogan could offer to triumph.
Edited by The Amalgam, 29 July 2019 - 05:22 PM.