#agent lace

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Rp Plot Plan

Ok so the plan is...

To extrapolate some more on the Star Cabal and Black Codex from the Agent story line in SWTOR.

The main character I plan to use for this is Lace.

Anyone else interested in joining in on it is welcome to, just hit me up here or in discord. 

I have some shit I need to work out, details and such. But opinions and suggestions are also always welcome in that department.

I will try to have this ready to go as an RP story by the beginning of February.

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OC Questionnaire

I was tagged by @jerkfacelegacy

Tagging: @tehjai @flycasual @radetzkymarch @tastyflapjack @schrammes-ramblings @flytehwire @formidablepoe

Doing Lace this time

GENERAL

Name: Yal’aci’emba

Alias(es): Lace, Lacie (Only to an exceptional fewe)

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Place of birth: Csilla

Spoken languages: Cheunh, Basic, Minnisat, Huttese

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: CEDF Agent

APPEARANCE (Chiss)

eye color: Red

Hair color: Bright Blue

Height: 5′0″

Scars: No actual scars. She takes careful measures to make sure injuries don’t become scars. They’re identifying marks.

FAVORITE

Color: Dark Red

Hair color: No preference

Eye color: Anything other than standard Chiss Red.

Pastime: Reading, arting, bubble baths.

Food: She’s rather fond of a nicely done Nerf Roast with root vegetables.

Drink: Water or Wine. Depends on the situation.

Books: She likes sappy romance novels. Occasionally she’ll read smut.

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Yes. All standard Chiss education system schools, as well as Basic training for the CEDF and Intelligence Academy

Had sex: Yep

Had sex in public: No. Very compromising and vulnerable, would take a great deal for her to do so.

Gotten pregnant: No

Kissed a man: Yes.

Kissed a woman: No.

Gotten tattoos: No. --Identifying Marks.

Gotten piercings: No.

Had a broken heart: Not yet.

Been in love: Not yet.

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Naturally. Stake outs, yo.

ARE THEY

A virgin: No.

A cuddler: Yes.

A kisser: Eh. Depends.

A smoker: No

Scared easily: Not really.

Jealous easily: No.

Trustworthy: Yes, unless you’re part of her mission.

Dominant: Depends. She is happy to be Dom or Sub.

Submissive: Again, it depends.

Single: Not really. She’s started dating Agent Waycorth who belongs to @formidablepoe

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Wanted to kill someone: Yeah.

Actually killed someone: Also yes, work does require it sometimes.

Ridden a beast: Yes.

Have/had a job: Agent fo lyfe. Or something.

Have any fears: Betrayal and having her identity blown.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Satin. (Who is as of yet unclaimed and unmade.)

Parents: I haven’t made names for them yet, but yes.

Children: No.

Pets:none.

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Agent Lace - CEDF

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OC KISS WEEK #3, Lace/Waycorth

“No one can see me.”

“No one? Not even another agent?”

“No one.”

“Well that’s sad. But if I wear one, you have to too.”

“I’m okay with that.”

(Waycorth belongs to @formidablepoe )

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Finally some artwork of Lace is up in the heezy. @christinesekim did the most FANTASTIC job. I squealed like a school girl.

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I'm brainfarting on your OC's, sorry! So pick one and do the list? :D

GOH!

It’s ok, actually. I need to update my OC page, tbh. Take some down, add some. All that jazz.

I’ll go with Lace.

01. Full name: Yal’aci’emba

02. Best friend: Sullivan Waycorth

03. Sexuality: Straight

04. Favorite color: Purple

05. Relationship status: Taken

06. Ideal mate: Ideally, it would be another Chiss. But if the other individual is smart, charming, and suave enough, she’ll go for it. But they have to be smart. 

07. Turn-ons: Intelligence. She’s a Sapiophile.

08. Favorite food: Cheesecake

09. Crushes: Her current partner.

10. Favorite music: Retro Synth

11. Biggest fear: Her anonymity being stripped away

12. Biggest fantasy: Living in a luxury house on Copero with a glass of wine in one hand, cheesecake in the other.

13. Bad habits: She closes herself off and doesn’t talk to others much. Even people close to her.

14. Biggest regret: Not doing better on her final exam at the Academy.

15. Best kept secrets: She thinks the galaxy would be better without force users.

16. Last thought: “Why the FUCK did they put me in charge of this?”

17. Worst romantic experience: One night stand, didn’t want it to be a one night stand. And tried to take pictures of her when she was sleeping. He moved her mask, she broke his leg.

18. Biggest insecurity: That she won’t be taken seriously as an Agent or a person because she’s conventionally pretty.

19. Weapon of choice: Vibro knife or sniper rifle.

20. Role Model: She doesn’t really have one. Maybe the elusive Cipher Nine.

@themeritadoptedred since you asked for Lace after I started this. XD

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Edi, 🆘 / Kasin, 💸 and 📢 / Lace, 💔

Edi: What does she think of poor people?

She... doesn’t really care, tbh. Not that she hasn’t lived a very lavish lifestyle. Her family owns a company and she has rights to a gem mine on Arkania--but she doesn’t really see poor people as anything other than normal people. Or to be better worded, she doesn’t see people in terms of money. If they’re poor, she doesn’t really care. If they are useful, she’ll offer a job. She doesn’t go out of her way to help them, but she doesn’t look down on them either.

Kasin: What does she think of rich people?

She thinks of them as targets. People she can use for a bit and snag some of their wealth. As far as she goes, she doesn’t see why people need as much money as they have because it’s not like they’ll be able to spend it all in their life time and it can be put to better uses. What those uses are... well... who the fuck knows in her mind.

Kasin: Does she have a loud personality?

Oh boy does she. She loves being the center of attention, living life to its fullest and generally just partying all the time. The only time you’ll find her being quiet is when she’s in a tomb or something because many of them are falling apart and too much of anything can cause them to collapse.

Lace: How would she react to losing a romantic partner? How would she cope?

Depends on what sort of “lose” we’re talking about here. If it were a breakup, depending on how serious she had gotten with the person in question, she’d probably not handle it well. She’d throw herself into work, talk to people even less than she does now, and likely not open up to anyone again for a while.

If her partner died, she’d just completely lose it. Melt down, not be able to function right. It’s likely she’d butcher her missions so badly that she too could be either seriously injured, killed, or captured. Or best case scenario: pulled off the job for a while. She’d not open herself to anyone again.

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It Begins (Agent Lace)

Slip into the compound, snatch the files, replace them with misleading information. Piece of cake. Lace repeated the directions in her head as though they were part of the kid’s holo show Alver the delver. Flame, she hated that show.

Slipping unseen into the target area, she quickly found what she was looking for. Storing the data in a safe location on her person, she set to work replacing the files in the system. She hummed quietly as she worked, a devious smirk on her lips beneath the mask that she was wearing. Finally, with a push of the button, she was finished. She hoped whoever opened those files enjoyed seeing Quarren tentacle porn.

Slipping away, she commed in to the Intel network, dialing none other than her favourite desk jockey; Waycorth. There’s a pause as the call connects and then, the ever familiar voice.

“Good Evening, this is S-Way-Thirty-Three--”

“You always say the sweetest things to me.” Lace snickers, cutting his introduction off.

“Well, you know, I try. Hello, Lace.”

“I assume you’ve received my data transfer?” She slinks carefully down a hallway, voice lowered.

“Checking…” There’s a pause, the sound of fingers clacking at keys. “Yep, looks like it’s all here. You replaced the files to cover your tracks, right?”

“Naturally. Though I am quite concerned about how you happened to have thirty terabytes of Quarren Tentacle porn. Is this… something we’ll have to discuss next time I visit?” Her tone was that of mock concern and levity. She pressed herself to a wall as a patrol unit passed the adjacent direction.

“I sit at a workstation all day, fulfilling all sorts of odd requests. This shouldn’t surprise you.” Waycorth chuckles.

“Because I tend to lack some of the basic requirements for that…”

“Well, I do have a closet full of interesting things.” Waycorth begins before pausing suddenly. “Oh, hello.”

“More porn?” Lace asks, slipping around a corner and behind some grotesque artworks.

“Did you see any of the data you recovered?” Waycorth’s voice takes on a mildly concerned tone.

“I wasn’t exactly in a position to peruse.” And then she curses under her breath. A patrol heard her conversation and was now looking for the source.

“There’s a lot of stuff in here. Stuff people shouldn’t know about.” Fingers clacking at keys again. “Command is calling and requesting your presence.”

“Well, they’ll have to wait.” She snaps, voice hushed. Thinking quickly, she rolled a smoke grenade across the room, hoping to distract her pursuers.

It worked, thankfully and Lace took the opportunity to launch her wrist-mounted grappling hook to a panel in the ceiling, lifting herself up and away from prying eyes. Snaking her way into the crawl space in the ceiling, she began to hurry her way out of the compound before security measures were fully armed.

“Lace? Everything alright?”

“No, Sullivan. Are you able to track my location? I need an exit out of here.”

“Hold on…” From his position, Waycorth remotely managed to access one of the cameras in the compound. With quick thinking, he powered several around it down and then proceeded to work his way into the security network. Within moments, he had managed to provide an opportunity for Lace to exploit. An unlocked door to the servant’s quarters that lead outside.

Lace didn’t need any prompting. As Way relayed the details to her, she followed, managing to slip out of the compound and into the night without further incident.

“This is Agent Lace to S-Way-Thirty-Three. I’ve made my way safely out of danger. Thank you.” She sighs and drops the professional tone. “What’s this about Command wanting to see me?”

“Not sure, but I wager it has something to do with the data you pulled.”

“Right,” She sighs again. “I’ll head there immediately for debrief.”

“Roger. See you soon, Lace.”

Back at headquarters, Lace stood at a modified parade rest, watching her handler through the lenses of her mask. They only ever seemed mildly annoyed that she never took it off, though never said anything about it.

“Right.” Her handler began, focusing attention on Lace. “Good job on recovering this data. However, it only confirms our suspicions.”

“Ser?” Lace asked, hesitantly.

“Several years ago, a particularly adept Agent foiled a Galactic conspiracy to destroy both Republic and Empire through means of the great galactic war. The organization behind this was called the Star Cabal. All of their information, targets, plans, and so on was stored in a device called the ‘Black Codex’, which was turned over to us for safeguarding.” The handler waits, reading Lace to be sure she was following.

She nodded and signalled for the handler to continue.

“With their secrets stolen and the main conspirators killed, the Star Cabal was effectively dismantled. We spent several years afterwards tracing down and eliminating anyone who may have escaped. But now,” The handler points to a datapad. “It seems like we were mistaken. Information from the Black Codex has been leaked. The only explanation is that a person or persons within Intelligence has betrayed us.”

Lace shifts, arms crossing over her chest, listening keenly in on all of the information being put out. “Is it not possible someone else has the data?”

“Possible. But extremely improbable. That being said, I’m putting you in charge of spearheading this matter.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. As you are one of the only individuals who can be trusted with the task. I won’t lie. It will be difficult. But our entire way of living is at stake here. Officially, you are attached to the Alliance from the Chiss Ascendancy. So… you have the liberty of recruiting whomever you see fit to assist you in this matter. But be discreet.”

Lace lets out a long winded sigh before nodding her head. “I understand. I’ll put out the word and see what I can come up with.”

“Good. That will be all. Dismissed.”

With a snappy salute, Lace spins on her heel, still trying to work around all the information in her mind. As she exits Command HQ, she patches in to Waycorth’s personal line.

“This is S-Way- Thirty--”

“Sullivan.” Lace cuts him off. “I need you to do something for me.”

“You sure it’s not to you?”

“Well that comes later. For now, I need your help with something. I need you to put out an alert. Embed it in a harmless advertisement. Hopefully some people will be clever or lucky enough to find it. There’s something big brewing…”

(Waycorth belongs to @formidablepoe and was used with permission)