Commissioner’s Office, Antei Contract Bureau Offices
Dungeon, Arcona Citadel, Estle City
Selen, Dajorra System
The Prelate scowled as a half-drunken figure stumbled into his office. “Kanis? Is this some sort of conspiracy? Also, who is keeping an eye on Apex whilst the two of you are away?”
“Uhm… What?” the Executive Officer of Apex Brigade asked, sounding confused as his Fade pushed the intoxicated male into a chair.
“You’re not going to make much sense to him, I’m afraid. I had to drag his alcoholic ass here all the way from Ol’val,” Maa’ka grumbled, throwing herself into the other chair.
Celevon glared at the other male, poured a mug of caf with nothing added and placed it in front of the Juggernaut. “Drink all of that. Now.”
“Yessir,” the Templar replied instinctively, remembering the commanding tone from his former Superior despite the alcohol-induced haze. His hands curled around the mug. “It’s hot…”
The Mandalorian slapped Kanis upside the head after a look from the Onderonian. “Drink it.”
An amused smirk lit upon the woman’s face as the Juggernaut obeyed, sipping from the mug.
Once Kanis finished the mug and put it down, the Onderonian slapped him across the face. Hard.
“Ow! What the frak-”
“Just making sure you’re paying attention,” Celevon smirked, mercurial eyes gleaming. “Here’s your assignment,” he explained, handing over a datapad to the slightly more sober version of Da’uul.
Mission: Assassination, B-Class
Target: Alanna Gier, 29 Year Old Humanoid Female
Specifics: Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to eliminate this woman by whatever means necessary without giving away your training in the ways of the Force and/or revealing your affiliation with the Shadow Clan. She has been spotted traversing Port Ol’val. Get to it.
Suspected Resistance: Your target is highly trained, belonging to a Covert Operations Unit that has gotten far too close for our comfort. See the attached dossier and image for reference on your target.
Attachment: Picture of Scarlett Johansson from Iron Man II
“Anything else I should know?” the Executive Officer of Apex Brigade asked after staring at the picture.
“Yes… As a matter of fact, there is…”
“We want her deaded, not bedded,” the Shadicar retorted, glaring at the smaller male.
Kanis blushed, bowing his head.
Maa’ka, seemingly on principle alone, slapped the Templar on the back of the head again.