Varyn had been planning this job for quite a while, but that didn't really stop him from feeling nervous. For all his time undercover, he didn't feel like it had paid off much. A bit here and there, but it seemed like he'd done more to actually help the Empire than he did to defeat it. It had called all sorts of his decisions into question in his own mind, and left him feeling more bad than good about his work. The Jedi were so... passive. The resistance lacked motivation or direction, and Varyn decided he needed to find his motivation from within himself. After all, that was what had sent him undercover in the first place: his own assertiveness.
Reaching out to one of his contacts in the resistance, he had put in motion a plan that he thought would work. The resistance lacked the means of invading and occupying worlds, but that didn't mean they couldn't create some trouble.
He ran over the plan in his mind again, but it once again stuck in his mind that the "plan" sounded more like a plan that a Sith would come up with than a Jedi. No doubt it was a byproduct of the fact that he'd spent the last two years undercover in the Sith with absolutely minimal contact with the Jedi. It was bound to rub off on him one way or another.
He tried to push thoughts of what Vahl would say if she knew he were doing this out of his mind as well. He knew a double life would be hard, but kriff, he'd never expected to start actually having doubts about things. He'd seen the hate on the Jedi side of this war and the decent people on the Imperial side. It brought up questions he didn't have answers to.
He pushed the thoughts from his mind for the moment, instead focusing on the task at hand. He was meeting his contact on one of the civilian area of the Sluis Van shipyards. Not that it was a prime place for people to vacation or anything, but it had excellent refueling and refitting stations as well as a handful of cheap restaurants, general entertainment, and cheap alcohol. Probably spice too judging by the scent drifting through the air.
Varyn stood at a viewport in a frequented part of the entertainment district, clad in a suit of IDF armor, and waited for his contact to arrive. His lightsaber was strategically hidden, but an E-11 blaster was slung in his holster. Not that he expected to need it. He was an Imperial on an Imperial world, after all. The planet below was just lighting up as the sun's first rays struck it, and Varyn let out a small hum at the beautiful sight. This was one of the nice things about his work, at least: he got to see all sorts of things others could only dream of.
OOC: open to no more than 2 opposition. More intrigue than PvP.
@Altaris
Reaching out to one of his contacts in the resistance, he had put in motion a plan that he thought would work. The resistance lacked the means of invading and occupying worlds, but that didn't mean they couldn't create some trouble.
He ran over the plan in his mind again, but it once again stuck in his mind that the "plan" sounded more like a plan that a Sith would come up with than a Jedi. No doubt it was a byproduct of the fact that he'd spent the last two years undercover in the Sith with absolutely minimal contact with the Jedi. It was bound to rub off on him one way or another.
He tried to push thoughts of what Vahl would say if she knew he were doing this out of his mind as well. He knew a double life would be hard, but kriff, he'd never expected to start actually having doubts about things. He'd seen the hate on the Jedi side of this war and the decent people on the Imperial side. It brought up questions he didn't have answers to.
He pushed the thoughts from his mind for the moment, instead focusing on the task at hand. He was meeting his contact on one of the civilian area of the Sluis Van shipyards. Not that it was a prime place for people to vacation or anything, but it had excellent refueling and refitting stations as well as a handful of cheap restaurants, general entertainment, and cheap alcohol. Probably spice too judging by the scent drifting through the air.
Varyn stood at a viewport in a frequented part of the entertainment district, clad in a suit of IDF armor, and waited for his contact to arrive. His lightsaber was strategically hidden, but an E-11 blaster was slung in his holster. Not that he expected to need it. He was an Imperial on an Imperial world, after all. The planet below was just lighting up as the sun's first rays struck it, and Varyn let out a small hum at the beautiful sight. This was one of the nice things about his work, at least: he got to see all sorts of things others could only dream of.
OOC: open to no more than 2 opposition. More intrigue than PvP.
@Altaris
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