Life is strange, thought Seven as he flipped through the possible targets on his datapad. It was strange to play fate. With each swipe of his finger someone was granted life in the face of death. With each sliding picture he knew he drew closer to their winner.
The trick to this hit was finding someone people would rally behind. Creating a martyr wasn’t as hard as he’d hoped it was, but it wasn’t as easy as he wanted it to be either. The longer he operated in the shadows for the Empire the more he realized how corrupt the entire system was. Thankfully, he didn’t have to play by the same rules.
Seven’s half-lidded baby blues stared into the dewy eyes of a local protest leader. Her name was Kenda Callick. She was relatively unremarkable in almost every way, which made her nearly perfect. She was relatable. This backwater planet wouldn’t respond the same to a celebrity. It needed to be someone they saw their family in. Someone they saw a daughter in.
It also helped that she’d recently received planetary notoriety for her presence on Switter.
Why anyone would be dumb enough to put their life out there for the entire universe to see was, and always would be, lost on him. He added her name to his list of possible marks, then decided he had enough to go off when he and Six ran through the mission.
Seven’s gaze slid to Six. Since the night in his apartment he’d been on edge. Given the nature of their time together one would think he’d be in heaven, but life wasn’t that easy and their situation was… complicated. So, he fell into the natural rhythm of the mission and left any of the softness he’d shown on Raxus behind.
The soft beep of his chrono stole his attention from his datapad. He silenced the alarm and stood up. He shook out his arms and asked, “Smoke before we get to work?”
@Sreeya
The trick to this hit was finding someone people would rally behind. Creating a martyr wasn’t as hard as he’d hoped it was, but it wasn’t as easy as he wanted it to be either. The longer he operated in the shadows for the Empire the more he realized how corrupt the entire system was. Thankfully, he didn’t have to play by the same rules.
Seven’s half-lidded baby blues stared into the dewy eyes of a local protest leader. Her name was Kenda Callick. She was relatively unremarkable in almost every way, which made her nearly perfect. She was relatable. This backwater planet wouldn’t respond the same to a celebrity. It needed to be someone they saw their family in. Someone they saw a daughter in.
It also helped that she’d recently received planetary notoriety for her presence on Switter.
Why anyone would be dumb enough to put their life out there for the entire universe to see was, and always would be, lost on him. He added her name to his list of possible marks, then decided he had enough to go off when he and Six ran through the mission.
Seven’s gaze slid to Six. Since the night in his apartment he’d been on edge. Given the nature of their time together one would think he’d be in heaven, but life wasn’t that easy and their situation was… complicated. So, he fell into the natural rhythm of the mission and left any of the softness he’d shown on Raxus behind.
The soft beep of his chrono stole his attention from his datapad. He silenced the alarm and stood up. He shook out his arms and asked, “Smoke before we get to work?”
@Sreeya