Recent content by Cipher Eight

“No,” Eight continued, eyes drifting to settle upon Calvin. “The treaty does not place legal constraints upon the Empire. But the Hutt Cartel will nevertheless work tirelessly to stymy our efforts to recuperate strength - either directly or through the many, criminal intermediaries that now...

Eight had been invited to attend the security briefing, coordinated almost immediate after the return of the Grand Marshal. For months, Cipher Agents had operated behind the scenes of the Empire, waiting for an opportunity to strike back against the Hutts entrenched within their territory. For...

Truthfully, Eight was feeling particularly good about their mission to Yavin. The GemDiver Station had the potential to bring countless credits into the recovering economy of the Empire, and its rivaling corporations - all fighting for a share of mining privileges over the facilities - presented...

Eight kept a steady pace alongside his fellow Cipher - casually cutting their way through the crowds and across the busy city. He kept his hands hooked into the pockets of his dress pants, nodding along as further details about their target were revealed. Eight had a plethora of experience with...

Eight felt entirely at home on Argazda. Though heavily classified, his upbringing in Garqi had instilled an appreciation for the quiet and rural worlds across the Galaxy - and they would always feel more natural than the bustling centers of industry where the Cipher conducted most of his work...

Only a few weeks had passed since Eight had been strategically placed onto Metalorn. Since its recent inception, EzTech had been the subject of constant ISB attention, who took keen interest in the company due to the origins of its infamous founder. Genius inventions aside, Ezra boasted deep...

If Eight was becoming impatient with the Insectoid, it most certainly didn’t manifest on the exterior. With both hands knitted together on the table, the Cipher Agent maintained his cool and collected demeanor - largely unperturbed by the barbs launched by Xos. Even if the Director traded in...

As they spoke, Eight continued to run fingers through his rain-soaked hair - attempting to brush them away from his forehead. There was no salvaging the neat and put-together style that he typically sported as an agent, but that really couldn’t be helped during field operations like the one on...

“That can certainly be arranged,” Eight said smoothly, allowing his light brown eyes to shamelessly linger on the fellow Agent. There was no masking the attraction between them, especially given how their last encounter had ended. Despite the confident delivery, he couldn’t quite help the smile...

Eight didn’t even attempt to hide that he was pleased to see her. It had been months since their successful mission on Ciutric, and the Agent looked just as stunning as she did the first time they met. She was intelligent and cunning like few others he’d encountered, and it made working with her...

It didn’t take long for Eight to find himself another Imperial assignment - clandestine and far from home. Since the moment he graduated from the academy, the Cipher had practically lived for his career, bouncing from one mission to the next. Perhaps it was his belief in serving the Empire, or...

Almost at once, Eight could feel his heart thundering against the confines of his crest - feeling as Six traced her manicured nails across his chest. It only fueled that desires that burned within, and it left him wanting the Firrerreo to continue the rest of the way down his torso. Flashing...

Eight was completely entranced by the woman before him. For all of the confidence that he projected, the agent found himself helplessly lost in every graceful movement and fanged smile - flashes of white glinting against the neon lights. Despite all of their success on Ciutric, thoughts of the...

For all of his polished manners and smooth delivery, Eight couldn’t help the way that his mind began to swim through their dance. It was all-too-easy to get lost in the sapphire glean of her exotic eyes - honeyed words echoing across the confines of his mind. Combined with the wink, it brought a...

Eight couldn’t really deny it - the weather on Halmad was absolutely atrocious. His hair was soaked and matted down to his face within minutes, and every gust of wind sent sheets of rainwater that battered his eyes and made it impossible to see more than ten feet ahead of it. It was only due to...