#agent doppelganger

[koltowave]

"I will be fine... I think. I've been fine since I'm no longer in the running for angry sith scholarship."  

[koltowave]

Blood was on his fingertips.

But it wasn't his. He was alive.

Force-sensitive targets were difficult to take down, for someone who is force-blind. But Cipher Agent Twelve was raised amongst sith, in the most vigorous genetic program. He could recognise the patterns, the cues, the counter measures. He was perfect with no direct connection to the sith order. it was no problem for him to hunt down this rogue sith that had taken control of an imperial orbital station, and hand back control to its rightful owners.

It was not difficult for Twelve to shut down the security systems. He had been drilled to shut down systems like this. Recalling his failures at the military academy made him flinch; his masters were not kind and rewards for failing were harsh, perhaps even deadly if he didn't survive. Learning the hard way on his few mistakes cemented him to achieve perfection. It was why he succeeded on his missions so far.

The Sith were powerful. No doubt in Twelve's mind, this sith had earned her title of Lord. Loyalty amongst the force-sensitive meant almost unlimited power. But she went rogue, and openly defied the Dark Council and the Empire. Twelve had wondered why the Dark Council haven't sent anyone to stop her, having their manpower and resources to silence her. But it is too late, Lord Rathna had murdered two Darth without authority and honour, slaughtering a fleet of imperial civilians in the process.

When he caught up to Lord Rathna, she could have killed him instantly, but she tried to toy with him. And Twelve, playing the submissive and malleable agent of the Empire, let her. He could feel the similar sensations that he had felt when he was at the sith academy. The pain, the injuries, the psychological trauma, the fear. Twelve was not fully immune, but he had to hold it together. A powerful sith played with his emotions, his fears, his lack of trust, his apathy for the Empire's cause. Lord Rathna thought she could make him an image that suited her cause.

But she failed. He had taken advantage of a slip of her guard, and wrestled his control back. With a switch blade, he fought a fully armed sith lord, with her duel lightsabers. But he wasn't afraid, he felt nothing when he fought her. No anger, no revenge. He didn't even feel when one of sabers grazed his shoulder, cutting through his uniform. Rather, the fresh blood shed brought a clear clarity to his mind. it gave him the strength to sink the blade right through the ridges of her armor, puncturing her lungs.

No force-sensitivity can save her from a bleeding lung.

That didn't fully stop Lord Rathna from attempting to bring Twelve down with her. Missing by inches, Lord Rathna attempted to slice his hands off. But she managed to kick him right in the gut, sending him flying. Twelve was pretty sure it was a last attempt to run her sabers through his heart, but she collapsed to the ground before she could, gasping for breath.

With shaking hands, he slit his throat before the sith could utter one last word. He wasn't going to give anything more to this sith, even in death. 

[koltowave]

Cipher - Boredom

Twelve had never expected to live out his new career on some backwater planet. Dropping his bag down on the couch in his new accommodations, they look the same as his old apartment; sparse and modern. But like his old home on Dormund Kaas. It was empty, and the unsettling hollow sensation crept up to him.

Opening the blinds wide to look out on the streets below, Twelve could see no trash or being around. Not even a droid was attempting to gather dust. The district he was inhabiting was safe, but safe was boring when he’s working. He yearned for the thrill, the excitement and the risk. It means nothing to him just doing scout work and grovelling to his military superiors

Twelve sighed. This looks to be home for several months…

[koltowave]

In writing this little drabble, I was playing this song on repeat. (I still am) 

So many feels.

[koltowave]

12- Yearning

Twelve couldn’t sleep. He should be able to now. He was home, on Kaas City, in his apartment. Not some far away planet with the dirt floor as his bed. He should be sleeping soundly, but the last several nights at home didn’t help. Rolling to the other side of the bed, he hoped it would help.

But his thoughts drifted to a woman who would be in the place that he was sleeping now. Amara. The girl who was naive about the Empire’s flaws, but at the same time, passionate about her goals and in his bed. Her curiosity to learn more, to understand, as well as her stubbornness, drew him to her like a moth to a flame. Twelve was familiar with these types of women, and he knew that he should have kept his distance, leave no cracks in his masks that he wears.

But he was a fool. He fell for her. And Amara’s far away, making it very clear that she wants to distance herself away from him as per her father’s wishes. He doesn’t blame her, as he knows his place will never cross hers again. But as the fool that he was, he blames himself, for wishing that things could work.

[coverspysf]

Names on the Land, George R. Stewart (M, 20s, black jacket, aviators, earbuds, 43 Masonic Inbound) bit.ly/LggUGW

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A Dance with Dragons, George R.R. Martin (F, 20s, red hair, talking to friend about ballroom dancing, USF campus) bit.ly/1loROXm

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The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho (F, 20s, beanie, blue hoodie, black leather jacket, 43 Masonic Inbound) bit.ly/1cBcMfR