Ariadne Spark's Story

"An assassination here and there, nothing too exciting. It's ironic, I thought I'd leave the empire and their stupid rules and system of 'I outrank you', and find excitement and challenge on my own, but I keep coming back because they have the best jobs. Just yesterday I was hired by a young Sith to kill four acolytes who refused to stop harassing her. Slaughtered them right in the middle of the busy Citadel plaza," she smiled, "wish you could've heard all the gasps, heard the cries of terror, seen the hands-covering-mouths. It was... incredible."

As she spoke, she was programming the ship's navigation-computer with the coordinates to the planet Beiertahk. With the pull of a lever, the ship's engines hummed, and the stars outside the viewport became streaks of solid white as The Accomplice accelerated to lightspeed and beyond. She then turned back to the holo-com and began typing on its keypad.

"I'm sending you the coordinates to Beiertahk now. They lead to my contact's ship, which should be drifting in high-orbit above the planet. Got any exciting stories since we last spoke?" she asked.

The planet Beiertahk was barely close enough to fill a sixth of The Accomplice's thin viewport, but she could already feel millions of life signatures bombarding her senses. It was obnoxious. It was like an itch that she couldn't scratch. She could tell that the people of this world were once strong, but they had given up the fight easily. She knew what war felt like through the force, and this was a feeling of fear, but not the kind that provokes one to war. No... it was the kind that made one shrink, and beg, and cower. She hated a coward. Their wealth and power had made them cowards, too afraid to risk what they had to fight outnumbered. She would enjoy watching those fools fall to the Empire.

As the planet grew closer and closer, she could make out its landscape. It was covered in mostly in vast forests and snowy tundras, and dotted with large, dark lakes. big, shining golden-and-silver cities were connected by what appeared to be highways or train systems over otherwise vacant, forested land.

Caphus's ship was visible now, big and impressive, just like his ego. She smiled at the thought, making a mental note to start calling it The Ego. She piloted The Accomplice into the hangar bay of The Ego, then stepped out into the hangar bay and waited for Malign to arrive. When she did, they were led by Caph's imperial guards to the ship's bridge. She made a conscious effort to walk much slower than the guards as she and Malign had a pleasant chat, forcing the men to slow down for them. When they finally made it to the bridge, Caphus was all but tapping his foot impatiently.

"Ms. Spark, nice of you to finally join us," Caphus said in his normal, snobby monotone.

"Thanks, Caph," she said cheerfully, "This is Malign June, founder of the Lorrdian Cybertech and Medical Corporation. You will treat her with dignity and respect, none of that snarky know-it-all attitude you give me, understand?"

"I'm afraid I'm not sure what you're referring to, Ms. Spark."

"Oh, right, I forgot that your moon-size ego prevents you from judging your own character flaws.”

Caphus acted like he hadn’t heard her, turning his attention to Malign. “Pleasure to make you acquaintance Ms. June. I’d very much like to hear more about this business of yours.”