Head high and straight backed, Mirra strode to meet the Commander
with the grace of a Coruscant noble. Her eyes narrowed slightly;
was the man she was ordered to kill greeting her? Ironic. “Sorry
for the delay, Commander.” Mirra said smoothly. Not only did her
gait just ooze wealth and ease, her accent had changed to that of
Coruscant.
*Seeing the lady in person he saluted her in gentlemen way but
something about her made him feel wrong all over the place he just
dint knew why* Hello mam and do not worry you dint keep me waiting
long let me show you to your room *he turn to liaison ready to
shout some orders* Just because a noble of corusant is here does
not mean you cant stop giving reports understand! *he said
bickering not really liking his seargent at all he made sure that
he would stay in the rank that way I can have all the benefits of
staying in the naboo*
Mirra half smirked at the shouting match between the two. Suddenly
her hand shot out and grabbed the Commander by the neck. There was
an ominous crack and the man dropped to the ground, his neck
snapped and head at a very uncomfortable angle.
*The Seargent saw his commander drop dead all he could do smile as
he went to look at the so call imperial lady. He meet many nobles
with the commander and none killed like she did* Are you the agent
that Vader send? *he ask curiously as he remains calm as he pulls
out a data pad ready to use it* The name Carth Pall I am suppose to
be captain and help him destroy the rebels but the stubborn man
demoted me wanting to have the privileges here.
Mirra tutted slightly as she paced around the corpse of the
Commander. “I believe you might be mistaken, Carth.” She replied
lightly, seemingly not affected by the Commander’s death. “Pleasure
to be your acquaintance. It’s disappointing that someone of such
high office was so selfish."
He was politician than a commander most of the empire army or navy
is filled with those of course not all of them but such example is
the late admiral contestine who die on chopper base for his
selfishness on getting a promotion but that end him up costing his
life. *Grab from his pocket one of those gungans grenades and throw
it at the dead the commander eyes making it look like they blind
him before he die* That should be a good cover up
That was close. Mirra thought to herself. Who knew if he was
going to be sending that to the Emperor. Somehow, she wondered how
many people knew Vader’s agent. “Well, I dare say that is enough
time wasted. Let us be off?”
Yes mam where do you like to go? *Carth Pall ask as he walk beside
Mirra* Dont worry about your identity mam only I know of your
identity so dont need to fear with the others. I have work under
Vader for some time during his campings he was the one who sent me
but that commandee screw everything up, thanks to you we can end
this swiftly and effectively
“Lovely.” Mirra muttered quietly to herself. She cast out her force
senses like a net to check the nearby surroundings for any threats.
The fae turned to her companion at his last comment, and her voice
turned silky smooth; more menacing if it didn’t sound so regal and
cultured, “I hope so for your sake. Which reminds me. You’ve been
promoted.” She promptly walked off toward the base she had
mentioned without a hint of anything she had just said.
If i ever failed you can kill me on the spot, i am a loyal imperial
willing to give my life to defeat the enemy of the empire no matter
the cost but of course, I value the life of my soldiers *he takes
her to a hovercar were he opens the door to let her in* Thanks for
the promotion mam. We are going to an imperial base to prepare for
battle and don't worry if they ask questions about you i will tell
them that you are to observe if goes well you can "donate" funds
for the army *he said donate as some type of cover word for her
when they would ask why she here but if they think she was noble
donating for the imperial army to build new weapons and armor
nothing would be suspicious of her at all*
“Understandable. And do me a favor; just call me Mirra if I’m using
my alias.” She said politely. Mirra ascended the steps to the
hovercar and sat down.
From what Lord Vader told me only a was coming here to help with
our gungan problem but whatever is your liking mam. *he wasn't good
saying first names and all he prefer to say mam or sir to the
higher-ups and only say there second names during a meeting or
something more formal at least* I prefer to say mam if you dont
mind mam? *he got in and drove to the near the base farside in the
plains of naboo where they are station*
Very well mam. *he speed up the vehicle as they now approach the
plains.* I better inform you on whats going mam, the gungans dint
took kindly that Vader Fist killed the queen of Naboo so they been
rebelling lately but not as much but thanks to the commander you
killed he made things worse by moving units out. That when things
got messy when they started to attack the imperial facilities.
Upon disembarking the hovercraft, Akythe decided to drop her alias
as Mirra - and her voice lost the clipped Coruscant accent. It
could be unnerving how quickly she slipped between her various…
identities if you could even call them that anymore; it
didn’t quite register that they were, in fact, one person. The
landing and trek to the Imperial facility was far from
pleasant.
*Carth Pall walks with Mirra taking her to the command center of
the base where they are planning on what to do next, making new
strategies to stop the gungan from advancing* I was thinking that
we use flametroopers to burn the forest then we can send in the
rest of the troops to wipe out the enemy mam.