#agent waycorth

[veloxaraptor]

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 )

[veloxaraptor]

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)

[veloxaraptor]

Cuddle prompt: "11" or your choice.

11 - Post Coital

(Waycorth belongs to @formidablepoe )

“Would it be alright if I stay here for the night?” Lace asked gently.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Waycorth chuckled, winding his arms around her.

Lace chuckles in return, hunkering herself down in the bed beside him. She had revealed her face to him--a rather large step for her. But over the course of the night, she figured they had learned enough about each other that it would be mutually assured destruction if they went nuclear. Which she was hoping they didn’t.

Waycorth buried his face in her hair, letting out a contended, albeit sleepy sigh. Lace’s arms rested atop his, fingers tracing gentle circles along the back of his wrists. Her breathing had normalized and the beads of sweat on their bodies had evaporated. 

With her back pressed against his chest, she could feel each breath he took, feel his heart beating in his chest. His breath, warm, rustled her hair and brushed against her neck. Lace was happy. Surprisingly so. And was glad that he intended to keep seeing her. 

“Sullivan?” She asked quietly, turning her head a little.

“Mm?” He picked his head up, eyes droopy with sleep.

“How do you feel about pie with breakfast?”

Waycorth blinked a few times and then sprinkled a series of gentle kisses along  her shoulder. “Sounds like a perfect breakfast, if you ask me.”

“Mmm. Good.” She smiled and returned her head to the pillow, a hand seeking his and twining their fingers together. 

Waycorth placed a few more kisses along the back of her shoulder and neck before pulling her tighter against him, head resting in the opening between her shoulder and neck. 

“Good night, Lacie. Tonight was... perfect.”

“Good night, Sullivan. I agree.”

[veloxaraptor]

“You sent hearts with the flowers this time.”

“I felt like you needed something to make you smile.”

“Mission accomplished, Way.”

~~~~

I suck at art. But here, have Lace and Waycorth being cheesy and stuff.

(Waycorth belongs to @formidablepoe )

[veloxaraptor]

16 or 25 or wildcard.

16-- With rain outside

Lace carried over two mugs of hot cocoa, settling herself on the couch. She passed one over to Waycorth who was huddled beneath a blanket. He accepted it gratefully, pulling it to himself. With one arm, he flung his blanket out, throwing it over her shoulders and then pulls her towards him gently.

Happily, Lace allows it, scooting herself against his body and relaxing. Normally, they would have turned on some old holodrama and spent their evening watching it, picking it apart, making witty commentary. 

But today--today they sat, snuggled on the couch, watching the rain as it trickled down the window of Way’s apartment. Despite the thickness of the durasteel made to construct the building, they could still hear the pattering of the droplets as they made contact. It was a relaxing sound.

Lace laid her head on Waycorth’s shoulder with a pleased sigh. Instead of allowing it to ruin the moment, she slowly pulled her mask off, tossing it to the side somewhere. She took a sip of her cocoa, watching the patters of the trailing water. 

“Some good cocoa...”   

[veloxaraptor]

Late Night Thoughts

Lace smiled at the flowers on her datapad. She managed to save them away in a personal file so that whenever she needed perking up, she could see them. It was obvious that Waycorth wasn’t a Chiss at this point, but somehow, that didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, that seemed to make the liaison all the more exciting to her.

She hunkered down again, watching her target move about his apartment before settling down on a sofa for some vid watching. False alarm. Lace sighed and continued to lurk in her corner. She could always call back, but she wasn’t guaranteed to get Waycorth and she felt it might seem a little desperate. She was lucky enough that he was giving her the time of day, she didn’t want to scare him away by seeming overly clingy.

So instead, she sat there in the dark, watching her target. Mulling over their last conversation and game of Truth or Dare. A smile crossed her lips. She was looking forward to their date.

(Waycorth belongs to @formidablepoe )

[veloxaraptor]

Gentle.

(Random number generator gave me 2.)

Gentle Touches

Lace sat beside Waycorth on his couch, watching cheesy holo-dramas on the vid screen. She had opted for a mask so that he needn’t be blindfolded the whole time. Hard to watch anything that way, really.

She had been worried that despite how well they got along on comms, they wouldn’t click so well in person. Luckily though, she had worried for naught. 

Waycorth stretched his arm out along the back of the couch and Lace leaned in, resting herself against him gently. The other agent smiled and brought his arm down a little, fingers tenderly caressing the side of her arm. His head came to rest against hers and the fingers of his other hand interlocked with hers. 

Tender affection, light touches... it wasn’t a whole lot just yet. But for now, it was enough. 

(Agent Waycorth belongs to @formidablepoe )