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/*AU? This little blurb never actually happens in the game. Dekks, whom you’ll meet below, is mine. She doesn’t quite look like the lovely sith above, but close enough. */
30 parsecs. 4 false leads. Three days trekking across desert with sand in her boots. Two nights camped out with spiders trying to crawl into her sleeping bag. Dekks was not amused.
When Dekks and Quinn finally found the agent - Cipher Agent Elta Denthorr, bane of the Dark Council - she was dressed head to foot in sandpeople garb. It hid her blue skin from the Tatooine sun, but even the baggy robes could not hide her full figure. Dekks took a flying leap that knocked her opponent to the ground and her helmet off her head.
“Hey! What’re you… oh shit!” Denthorr raised her hands in submission.
“Agent Denthorr, we meet at last.” Dekks stood, hand on her hip, idly fingering her lightsaber hilt. “Now tell us who knows about project 34A.”
Project 34A was a secret weapons development led by Moff Gavorn and authorized by Darth Caleb of the Dark Council. The moff was dead and while preliminary evidence had suggested Republic involvment, Dekks had finally traced the murder to the chiss on her knees in the sand.
“I don’t know what you’re - augh!” Dekks’ fist swept across Denthorr’s face.
“I need names, agent.” Dekks leaned in closer to her prey. “Give them to me quickly, and I won’t leave any permanent scars.”
Denthorr’s mouth gaped. Dekks had intended to wait for her prisoner to make up her mind, but the sith was running on very little sleep and her rage was simmering close to the surface. She primed her lightsaber and held the red blade next to blue skin.
“Tell me what you know!”
“Ok! Ok! I… I was told that Moff Gavorn was working on a secret weapons project. That there was a mole in his operation feeding intel to the Republic. Darth Trace told me to steal the data and give it to him so he could manufacture the weapon ahead of schedule. He’s gone to Belsavis to steal Rakata tech for it. If you hurry you can still catch him!”
It was a lure, and an obvious one. With a flick of a wrist, the lightsaber blurred through the air. A blue ponytail of hair lay on the desert sand.
“Do not toy with me, agent! Whose orders sent the moff to Belsavis?”
“I don’t know! I swear it! I… I suspect Darth Falvis or Darth Zekro, but I can’t be sure.” They were both Dark Council members, but the agent knew that wouldn’t save her.
“Is there anything else I should know, agent?”
Denthorr’s eyes were locked on her captors’, like a mouse staring at a snake. She forced herself to relax, to close her eyes, to accept the inevitable.
“The decryption codes for Trace’s comm channel. They’re in my left sleeve cuff.”
“Quinn.” The captain stepped forward to fish the data chip from the hidden pocket. Denthorr listened to the step of his boots on the sand, knowing that each step brought her closer to her death.
“Cipher Agent Elta Denthorr,” Dekks intoned, “for the treason of impeding the work of a member of the Dark Council you are found guilty. You are hereby banished from the empire.”
The chiss’ red eyes snapped open. “My lord?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Denthorr. I don’t expect to see you popping up in my reports ever again.”
“No! No my lord, of course…. “Astounded by her luck, the former agent stumbled to her feet and headed toward the nearest Republic medcentre.
“My lord,” Quinn spoke to Dekks while his eyes followed Denthorr toward the horizon. “I’m sure the Republic could make use of her talents. Are you certain it is wise to allow her to live?”
“Stow it, Captain. Denthorr is no longer our problem. I suggest you focus your talents on Trace.”
“Yes, my lord.” With an obedient tip of his head, Malavi Quinn began the long trek back to Mos Ila.
/* Dekks’ motto: “I am a true sith, and a true sith answers to no one.” She’s the usual evil bad guy, right up until the moment she saves your life. */