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Intimidation
Time: 5:00pm
Planet: Coruscant
It was a silent complex, a housing building tailored for some of the upper class that resided within the Capitol limits. At this point in the day most of the beaurocrats, businessmen and politicians were out and about, doing whatever high profile tasks that struck their spoiled fancies. But there resided inside a select few people that had come home for the day, perhaps making a quick stop for one of their belongings or simply taking a break from their work. One of these such people was a senator named Neal Anderson, a periodic resident who found himself in the wrong place in the wrong time.
A brown robed figure walked calmly up the buildings stairs, his head down. Reem Va strode calmly past several passerby, the building employees. His hood was up, and a crossgaurded lightsaber was slung about his waist, hidden only barely underneath the folds of his cloak. Ar least, that was who this appeared to be. Underneath his hood and a mountain of makeup and prosthetic masking, and large dose of aura disguising, there was indeed something far worse. A few security personnel had given him a look or two, but they soon found their minds clouded, and turned back to staring blankly ahead as if he did not exist. The prosthetics on his body bugged him profusely. It was as if Vlatkats entire form had been covered in some blue itching abomination of nature. Of course, he would rather have to deal with the discomfort than have soldiers come barreling in to have him arrested and have who knows what done to him.
He pressed the comlink next to his concealed blaster nonchalantly, checking in on the escape ship that was sitting in waiting a mile or two away. His comlink buzzed silently, signaling that the Ziost soldiers, disguised as a passing trader vehicle, were primed and ready to act when necessary. Vlatkat breathed in deeply in anticipation. He knew that the senator would not be too much trouble. He was a politician, a lawyer who had risen to power through shifting papers and talking to the right people. Vlatkat would be ashamed of himself if he could not deal with him properly. But what he also knew was that it was entirely possible that what he knew was wrong, and he was in for some serious trouble. This far into the city limits, performing such a heinous act, his last bit of knowledge was that one mistake could cost him his freedom or his life, either of which was not clearly worse than the other.
It took him a bit to find the correct room, about halfway up the building. He was sure to make his movements match those of the man he was impersonating, seeming older and disgruntled, yet filled with a dignified step. He walked up to the door, knowing full well the senator was inside. He looked around, making sure there were no immediate threats.
Then he knocked.
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