ISB Agent Mestra Malik

[mestramalik]

Am I sensing some pent up friction between you and that Dark Trooper? Is there something you want to get out of your system, Agent?

“I don’t know what this is, but I know it’s not helping us to progress further with our operation. So, unless this serves some useful purpose unbeknownst to me, I suggest you keep your sexual fantasies involving me to yourself.”

“For the record, DT-ARC-77 has been nothing but co-operative Cross agency work is about respecting other people’s boundaries. Take it from me, that’s a skill you distinctly lack.”

[mestramalik]

Roses are red, lightspeed is blue. That dark trooper, would happy to bang you.

“Blood is red, bruises are blue. Utter another word, and it’s off to the spice mines with you.”

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@arc-77 continued from [x]

"Very well." Fordo passed the code cylinder over his shoulder to one of the Death Troopers accompanying him to verify her claims. "I presume you already possess the full extent of the ISB's knowledge of the situation." He nodded further down the cordoned-off street, beckoning her to follow him back to MI's temporary base camp in the district. "Will I have to fill you in on the rest, or has your organization been listening in on us again?"

     Protocols were a wonderful thing when correctly implemented. At his gesture, Malik strode into pace beside him. “The official line is that I.I  presently falls outside the scope of the bureau’s mandate. If you’re asking whether or not my colleagues in surveillance branch are involved in unsanctioned monitoring activities? I’m not a fan of speculation, but I wouldn’t put it past them.”

     The street was quieter than any she’d ever seen on Imperial Center. Aside from the scarcely visible silhouettes of scattered troopers lurking amongst the industrial haze, it was uneasily apparent that they were very much alone. I.I had locked down the sector, hard.  “To be blunt with you, Commander, as long as I get the intel I need when I need it, I’m not overly concerned with how it was obtained.” She checked quickly above for signs of life amongst the looming transparisteel windows, but they too stood vacant.

     “We digress. Getting back to the matter at hand, I should think it is in our best interest to fill each other in. It’s reasonable to assume neither the ISB or I.I has the full picture on account of the fact our target has yet to be apprehended. ”

[mestramalik]

"Malik." There's a tinge of annoyance in his voice, audible through his vocoder. "This is a Military Intelligence op."

@arc-77

“Agent, please.” Mestra corrected, flashing a glance over her shoulder to meet the gazes of the stormtroopers watching as she invited herself past the cordon to greet the Dark Trooper.

“I am indeed fully aware of that, Commander — and I have briefed my superiors, much to their chagrin, that I will be treating it as such.” She unclipped a code cylinder from her belt and offered it to him without ceremony. “My transfer authorisation code, plug into the nearest scomp port and for the next three cycles, I do solely as you tell me.”

“Hopefully that encourages you of the fact that Interagency collaboration needn’t be difficult. In a subterranian residential sector with a population of a size similar to this, the bureau estimates it will take no less than two rotations for our fugitive to disappear completely. If you’re done flexing your military rhetoric, I’d very much like proceed with business.”

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YEET

“…given what I’ve accomplished today, under the circumstances, three sympathizers arrested with two more to follow — I’d say I’ve earned that, yeet indeed.”

[mestramalik]

A long time ago in galaxy far, far away....

It is a peaceful time. The GALACTIC EMPIRE protects its citizens and territories from unrest, crime, and REBELLION. On the capital world of Coruscant, now known as THE IMPERIAL CITY, agents of the IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU search relentlessly for an escaped rebel informant. Far beneath the planet’s bustling surface, an Imperial Officer has tracked the fugitive’s whereabouts to an isolated shipping platform....

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[mestramalik]

“I was told once that Imperialism shouldn’t be regarded as a secession from liberty, rather a cessation of tolerance of injustice. That’s too political for me, my outlook tends to be more pragmatic. If you’re a rebel, my only objective is thwarting yours.”

— Agent Mestra Malik, Imperial Security Bureau. 

Independent & Selective Star Wars OC Roleplay for Agent Mestra Malik of the ISB. Legends and Canon Continiuties. Mun and Muse 21 + Years. Written by Ace.