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Val nodded, once again glad to be part of a conversation where her words were a contribution to a larger discussion. As the ISB Director, she frequently had to give orders and give suggestions without any in return. These Knights were turning out to be the best of the best. In a few years, they...

Yaga Minor was a sweltering, humid world, so Val was glad to be docking with the orbital ring containing the planet's many shipyards. The air on the station had an odd chemical odor to it, but it was better than sweating her make-up off in some bug hive down on the surface. As she disembarked...

Val didn't see it coming. Couldn't have conceived being used in this way. The Force had never touched her before, and so when she found herself lifted off the ground, unable to control herself, to fight back, her scream was genuine. A scream cut short as she was slammed against the nearby wall...

Yaga Minor. Val sometimes wondered why they had ever obeyed the Lords of the Sith. The secret shipyards on Exegol had been a strain to operate. It was difficult to move shipments of supplies through the chaos of the Unknown Regions, and even more difficult to bring ships and supplies out once...

Good questions were why Val preferred working with soldiers to speaking with the media. And her new position gave her ample access to both. Within a few years, though, these Knights-in-training would be leaders of squads or the minds behind the defense of the Empire. She would be sure to pay...

Val arrived promptly minutes later, her uniform crisp and neatly pressed, a series of folders and datapads tucked under her arm. She set the materials down on the meeting table that had been prepared for them, then saluted the newly arrived Knights. She had not yet led a meeting of the Imperial...

Val could tell Varyn wasn't happy. He had every reason to be upset, after all. Because he was right. Mostly. She didn't intend to leave her Knights entirely without support, but the grandiose support the Sith had received from Imperials simply were not in the cards right now. They would have...

Three things caught Val's attention in the moments after she emerged from the lavatory: The attendant was first. She refused to accept the bag, then seconds later asked to process their personal effects. The delay was also unusual. They had already been pushing against the time limit when they...

Val was doing her part. The droids were now completely focused on her, one of the shimmying in a way that vaguely resembled dancing. Meanwhile, she moved on from her prior moves to twisting her hands above head and rocking her hips in an attempt to continue enticing them. She didn't focus on...

A cruel smile curled across Val's lips. In the short time he had been in her office, Varyn had gone from afraid of possible arrest to challenging her boldly. Quite the turnaround; and he was right, partly. The Knights would need support eventually, but not now — not yet. The moment her program...

"That's a little later on, Haleth (@LadyRen), dear," Val said, intervening. Her invention was casual, not panicked. It was hardly a mistake worth panicking about. Though she did wish Celeste had listened to her a little closer. "The first part of the tour is completely open to newcomers." She...

One thing should have been clear by then. Val didn't know how to dance. She didn't know any "moves." She didn't have rhythm. The alcohol did the talking did the thinking for her, stringing her along the dance floor like a marionette. Thankfully, the alcohol knew something about fishing, and she...

Val's face remained chiseled stone, betraying nothing. She was pleased Varyn was so eager to complete his mission. More pleased that she was not wrong about him. If the other six were even half as keen to reform, this could work, and the Empire would be free of the Sith plague once and for all...

Val leaned back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other as she watched Varyn walk through his thinking in real-time. More Knight, less Jedi. She liked that phrase. It could almost be a slogan. Perhaps the start of a new Code. Force-types were so fond of those mantras of theirs. The Sith...

Val loathed dancing. Recently, the only memories she could associate with dancing was the drunken catastrophe that was her mission to Naboo. Every day she woke up terrified that she'd find some security cam footage of it posted on the HoloNet. So far, it hadn't happened, but at least on Naboo...

Val didn't know Varyn terribly well. They had met on Eraidu only weeks ago and so much had changed since then. Their brief mission to Naboo had been spent mostly apart. Yet despite all of that, she had never taken him for a paranoid man. Yet she did nothing to contradict his assumption that she...

Val Varthra had a problem. A not insignificant problem and one that gave her repeated headaches: the Force. Up until now, her only real experience with it had been the Sith and Altair. Altair was obviously the better of the two options, but unfortunately there weren't too many Sith like him...

Val was not used to public relations. Until now, the ISB was an organization you felt rather than saw — and while she wanted that to remain the truth for the new iteration of the organization, she had to agree that some transparency served a purpose. Especially in the realm of PR. In that arena...

The second the reality of her task set in, Val purchased a small vial of alcohol and disappeared into an adjacent bathroom. In the mirror, she silently reminded herself who she was. She was an Imperial agent. A lieutenant of the Imperial Security Bureau who dreamed of sitting atop the agency...

Parties had become a strangely prescient part of Val Varthra's life since her career in the ISB had truly taken off. In a weird sense, they had become somewhat of a occupational hazard. That Altair had called the gathering was not unusual. It was Val's business to know things about important...