"You're a damn fool, Aric Jorgan!" Lieutenant Vorne slammed his datapad down on his desk with enough force that Jorgan winced. He'd heard the man shouting orders on a battlefield, but he'd never been on the receiving end of his wrath. Still, Jorgan stood straight and stared at a fixed point on the far wall. The older man put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "What were you thinking?"
"Our intelligence was faulty, sir," he answered simply.
Vorne looked at Jorgan for a long time before pressing. "Care to explain that?"
Jorgan resisted the shiver than tried to crawl up his spine. That woman was brave, she'd faced her punishment for whatever crime the Moff had condemned her, and she'd railed against it. He wasn't sure exactly how to explain …show more content…
Honestly, after the day he'd had, the Cathar was fine with swearing off women altogether.
Coruscant
It had been a long day. The news had come in three hours earlier. Moff Trenton was dead, killed by the sniper Liam had sent to kill the Republic agent. Trenton had known Wolfe was a mole, and while Liam knew the sick old man liked his toys, keeping her his house was downright reckless. Apparently, so was trusting Republic sniper squads to do their jobs.
Everyone was in an uproar. The SIS wanted to know why a valuable data asset had been executed prematurely, and the politicians wanted to know what Republic troops were doing on Ilum soil, even if they denied the incident completely. And Theron kriffing Shan had vanished as soon as it all went down. Who knows where the man went to? He was a ghost when he felt like it.
Pushing open the door to his lavishly decorated apartment, Liam went immediately to the whiskey. He poured a short, fat glass, and tipped it back, swallowing in one gulp. The alcohol burned down his throat and into his gut, causing him to screw his eyes shut. He savored the brief buzz he experienced just before his chemical detection implants kicked in and injected a scrubber into his …show more content…
Liam tipped the glass back again, and floated with a crooked smile for thirty-two seconds. He'd survived again, because no one was better at lying out their arse he was.
Republic Space Station
Fynta thanked the Twi'lek pilot for the clothes again as she stepped off the ramp onto the Republic space station. He'd fed her and treated her like an honored guest. Even showed her photos of his wife and daughter, all without ever asking about her disheveled arrival on his ship. It had been nice to grab a quick shower, somehow feeling cleaner when she stepped out of the rusty freighter refreshers than she ever had in the lavish tiled showers on Ilum. The rough coveralls were far more comfortable than any of her silk shirts.
Fynta nodded to the guards as she walked through, her head down, but she saw them. A young man with dark hair and a scowl, the other much taller, his full helmet concealing his features. Neither of them acknowledged her as she boarded the lift along with fifteen others bound for the main floor. Fynta kept her hood pulled up on the tunic the pilot had given her until she was upstairs at the rendezvous in the
"Our intelligence was faulty, sir," he answered simply.
Vorne looked at Jorgan for a long time before pressing. "Care to explain that?"
Jorgan resisted the shiver than tried to crawl up his spine. That woman was brave, she'd faced her punishment for whatever crime the Moff had condemned her, and she'd railed against it. He wasn't sure exactly how to explain …show more content…
Honestly, after the day he'd had, the Cathar was fine with swearing off women altogether.
Coruscant
It had been a long day. The news had come in three hours earlier. Moff Trenton was dead, killed by the sniper Liam had sent to kill the Republic agent. Trenton had known Wolfe was a mole, and while Liam knew the sick old man liked his toys, keeping her his house was downright reckless. Apparently, so was trusting Republic sniper squads to do their jobs.
Everyone was in an uproar. The SIS wanted to know why a valuable data asset had been executed prematurely, and the politicians wanted to know what Republic troops were doing on Ilum soil, even if they denied the incident completely. And Theron kriffing Shan had vanished as soon as it all went down. Who knows where the man went to? He was a ghost when he felt like it.
Pushing open the door to his lavishly decorated apartment, Liam went immediately to the whiskey. He poured a short, fat glass, and tipped it back, swallowing in one gulp. The alcohol burned down his throat and into his gut, causing him to screw his eyes shut. He savored the brief buzz he experienced just before his chemical detection implants kicked in and injected a scrubber into his …show more content…
Liam tipped the glass back again, and floated with a crooked smile for thirty-two seconds. He'd survived again, because no one was better at lying out their arse he was.
Republic Space Station
Fynta thanked the Twi'lek pilot for the clothes again as she stepped off the ramp onto the Republic space station. He'd fed her and treated her like an honored guest. Even showed her photos of his wife and daughter, all without ever asking about her disheveled arrival on his ship. It had been nice to grab a quick shower, somehow feeling cleaner when she stepped out of the rusty freighter refreshers than she ever had in the lavish tiled showers on Ilum. The rough coveralls were far more comfortable than any of her silk shirts.
Fynta nodded to the guards as she walked through, her head down, but she saw them. A young man with dark hair and a scowl, the other much taller, his full helmet concealing his features. Neither of them acknowledged her as she boarded the lift along with fifteen others bound for the main floor. Fynta kept her hood pulled up on the tunic the pilot had given her until she was upstairs at the rendezvous in the