Botajef, shipyard district
157 ABY
This was a job for Intelligence.
With ISB clearance, Merian could have waltzed into the complex with a forged identity and valid credentials, vanished in the crowd, found her way up to the shipyards unnoticed. She would have had blueprints of the place, a carefully-crafted plan, maybe even a handler whispering in her ear if anything went awry. Agent Sere would have had all that. Knight Sere didn’t. Knight Sere was expected to reach the same outcome on her own, like she could beat down the door and everyone behind it with her new lightsaber and fancy red armor.
Fat chance, she thought, giving it another look. To her alone, the industrial building might as well have been a fortress.
Merian lowered her macrobinoculars and moved away from the window. Her armor was piled in a corner, the only hint of color in the abandoned room she’d chosen as her hideout. The temptation to don it and walk down the main entrance to the complex with weapon in hand was growing stronger with every passing day. For almost a week she’d been staking out the place, noting comings and goings, looking for her way in. But her progress had stalled, and she was running out of time. Any moment now her brothers and sisters would be landing on Dathomir, just the shortest hyperspace jump away, and she wouldn’t be in position to cover them when all hell broke loose.
The worst part was that her target was far from impenetrable. Merian could see its weaknesses clear as day. The old Jefi guard posted in the lobby liked to stretch his breaks several minutes every afternoon, likely not paid enough to care. Two turbolifts leading to the upper levels were found in the far wing, and though they were protected by an access code, they were left unsupervised, leaving ample time for slicing. At the change of shift in the morning, the fresh guard sat straight at his post without ever reading the report from the night before. The inability to act on it was like to drive Merian mad. If only she had backup. If only she knew where the cameras were. If only she could get past the main gate. If only.
Wait. Movement.
In the distance, Merian saw figures approaching the main gate. She pressed the macrobinoculars back to her eyes. Five men, all Twi’leks, had stopped just before the energized barrier. One of them was talking to the old Jefi guard. The rest surrounded a hovercart strewn with a tarp, gently gliding a foot above the ground. Merian frowned. She’d only ever seen deliveries in the morning.
After a brief exchange, the barrier shut down and the old Jefi waved the men through. The cart followed behind them like any docile beast might have. Then the gate was back up. The men passed a wide hangar door with their cargo and disappeared inside. Merian stepped back from the window again.
Twi’leks. Seeing even one of them was a rarity on this planet. Five at once? That was a lead. The best she had, thin as it was. And Merian didn’t have time to wait for better. She’d have to hurry.
The Knight made for the door before she stopped herself. She considered her red armor piled up in the corner, decided against it, and slipped out of the room.
157 ABY
This was a job for Intelligence.
With ISB clearance, Merian could have waltzed into the complex with a forged identity and valid credentials, vanished in the crowd, found her way up to the shipyards unnoticed. She would have had blueprints of the place, a carefully-crafted plan, maybe even a handler whispering in her ear if anything went awry. Agent Sere would have had all that. Knight Sere didn’t. Knight Sere was expected to reach the same outcome on her own, like she could beat down the door and everyone behind it with her new lightsaber and fancy red armor.
Fat chance, she thought, giving it another look. To her alone, the industrial building might as well have been a fortress.
Merian lowered her macrobinoculars and moved away from the window. Her armor was piled in a corner, the only hint of color in the abandoned room she’d chosen as her hideout. The temptation to don it and walk down the main entrance to the complex with weapon in hand was growing stronger with every passing day. For almost a week she’d been staking out the place, noting comings and goings, looking for her way in. But her progress had stalled, and she was running out of time. Any moment now her brothers and sisters would be landing on Dathomir, just the shortest hyperspace jump away, and she wouldn’t be in position to cover them when all hell broke loose.
The worst part was that her target was far from impenetrable. Merian could see its weaknesses clear as day. The old Jefi guard posted in the lobby liked to stretch his breaks several minutes every afternoon, likely not paid enough to care. Two turbolifts leading to the upper levels were found in the far wing, and though they were protected by an access code, they were left unsupervised, leaving ample time for slicing. At the change of shift in the morning, the fresh guard sat straight at his post without ever reading the report from the night before. The inability to act on it was like to drive Merian mad. If only she had backup. If only she knew where the cameras were. If only she could get past the main gate. If only.
Wait. Movement.
In the distance, Merian saw figures approaching the main gate. She pressed the macrobinoculars back to her eyes. Five men, all Twi’leks, had stopped just before the energized barrier. One of them was talking to the old Jefi guard. The rest surrounded a hovercart strewn with a tarp, gently gliding a foot above the ground. Merian frowned. She’d only ever seen deliveries in the morning.
After a brief exchange, the barrier shut down and the old Jefi waved the men through. The cart followed behind them like any docile beast might have. Then the gate was back up. The men passed a wide hangar door with their cargo and disappeared inside. Merian stepped back from the window again.
Twi’leks. Seeing even one of them was a rarity on this planet. Five at once? That was a lead. The best she had, thin as it was. And Merian didn’t have time to wait for better. She’d have to hurry.
The Knight made for the door before she stopped herself. She considered her red armor piled up in the corner, decided against it, and slipped out of the room.
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