- NEXUS CITY || IMPERIAL ENTRALLA-
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The Parade of Ghosts was in full swing. Soft lanterns hung from every balcony and gangway in the historic district, with the rich scents of local cuisine hanging in the air. The side streets were choked full of eager Entrallans, out to enjoy themselves on this most exciting of evenings. The main roads filled with wonders; costumed dignitaries and vibrant floats, drenched in lights and twinkling jewels. Imperial Peacekeepers stood vigilantly, watching proceedings whilst keeping aware for trouble.
Éponine spared a moment to watch the parade pass, hearing cheers and laughter around her. With her hair down and the smile on her face, she could have passed for anyone on Entralla, caught in a moment of joy on that most wonderful of planetary holidays. A dancing figure in a sparkling cowl passed her, bathing her in a soft, golden light. Pretty. Here we had the circus, all you needed was the bread.
She pulled her hand away from the railing and moved back through the street, forcing the smile the remain on her face. She'd prove no trouble and give no cause for suspicion. Not yet, anyway. Her mission on Entralla was simple: use the festival as cover to scout out the extent of Imperial control on the planet and, if the moment presented itself, infiltrate a Peacekeeper office.
She eyed a few officers as she walked down the street, taking a tally in her head. They were out in force, though she knew that was a double-edged sword. How many were resolutely focused on the job vs. how many were just taking the chance to watch the show? She'd note down all she could later, back in the safety and isolation of a transit shuttle. As she moved past them, her eyes fell on a station. The Imperial crest hung over the open doorway, as the lit sign spelled out it's purpose.
An opportunity?
Éponine spared a moment to watch the parade pass, hearing cheers and laughter around her. With her hair down and the smile on her face, she could have passed for anyone on Entralla, caught in a moment of joy on that most wonderful of planetary holidays. A dancing figure in a sparkling cowl passed her, bathing her in a soft, golden light. Pretty. Here we had the circus, all you needed was the bread.
She pulled her hand away from the railing and moved back through the street, forcing the smile the remain on her face. She'd prove no trouble and give no cause for suspicion. Not yet, anyway. Her mission on Entralla was simple: use the festival as cover to scout out the extent of Imperial control on the planet and, if the moment presented itself, infiltrate a Peacekeeper office.
She eyed a few officers as she walked down the street, taking a tally in her head. They were out in force, though she knew that was a double-edged sword. How many were resolutely focused on the job vs. how many were just taking the chance to watch the show? She'd note down all she could later, back in the safety and isolation of a transit shuttle. As she moved past them, her eyes fell on a station. The Imperial crest hung over the open doorway, as the lit sign spelled out it's purpose.
An opportunity?