Finding one's place
Fane sat in one of the many dark side offices that were hidden within Imperial Intelligence's winding hallways looking dejected and worn out.
He had barely any sleep since he had left Hutta and arrived on Dromund Kaas due to reports and worry. Though another reason for his lack of wonder and awe for being on the main planet, was from the bit of humiliation that lingered above him after a short encounter with a senior agent he had the 'honor' of bumping into.
He considered himself to be lucky, he had heard stories of older Agents cutting younger ones down for being too weak during the academy, but at the same time it was still painful. He had barely recovered from the fight that the real 'Red Blade' had given him more or less the fight that a random Mando had given him when he stopped his speeder to check on something in the jungle.
He supposed that he should leave the office and find a medical droid to patch him up but that would mean letting people see how bad of an agent he was. Clothes stained with blood and his nose still bloody and his white hair still ruffled as he held onto his gut. It was a pathetic sight, one that he was sure that Keeper himself would dismiss him for if he was spotted.
Come to think of it was only a matter of time until Keeper was to see him in his state. The thought only made him sigh and shake his head only to lightly wince in pain as a cracked rib decided to make its self re-known. Perhaps it would be better to let Keeper see him as a mess but not as bad as one that he was right now.
Forcing himself to stand he hissed loudly but shuffled to the door and slowly opened it. Peaking out of the room, he was thankful to find the halls empty aside from a scooting mouse droid that ignored him. With a slow shuffle he worked his way out from the room and into the hall keeping alert as he could for the off chance that the agent was still lingering around to finish him off.
"First day?" A sudden voice behind him though caused him to jerk around only to grit his teeth in pain as he spotted two older agents right behind him.
One seemed friendly enough with auburn hair and a smile on his face while the taller male next to him with dark gray hair and a scar on his face remained silent but watched him closely. Both were armed, thought he shorter male had a sniper rifle on his back while the other hand a basic blaster rifle and a number of other weapons.
"You okay?" the auburn male asked cocking his head to the side as he stepped forward making Fane step back causing the older agents to both frown. "Hey don't worry I'm not going to hurt you, you just don't look good. 14, I think you should get someone."
"14?" Fane questioned as he tried to move back more only to stop as the closer male put a hand on his shoulder. "You're senior agents?" he winced only to have the close male smile.
"We are, but don't worry you'll be okay. I have an idea on what happened, but you'll be safe around us. 14?"
"I know, be back." The gray haired male said as he turned back around and walked off.
"Call me 54, and you are? Agent?" the other chuckled as Fane swallowed some but nodded his head. "So how bad are you hurting?"
"I have a cracked rib," Fane muttered as he looked off to the side.
"Ahh, Well 14 should be able to find a droid to help you out. Do you have business here or can you head out once you're done?"
"I need to talk to Keeper, he's busy though."
"Alright," 14 said as he nodded his head. "Then perhaps after the medical droid fixes you, you should go to the twelfth floor. There are some bunks there for stay overs and what not, rest up there."
The unexpected kindness was nice. After the day he had had so far it was really nice.
54 remained calm and friendly even when 14 returned with a medical officer who seemed surprised when they spotted Fane. Though he wasn’t sure why.
“What seems to be the problem?” The officer asked allowing Fane to speak to him freely. Though after explaining what happened the officer was frowning and put a firm hand on his shoulder leading him down the hall.
“Lets get you to the medical hall,” the man stated “I’m not having any one of you go running around with broken bones.” he muttered as he lead the way The man only gave a firm nod to both 54 and 14 and Fane could only look back as the friendly 54 gave a small wave at him before they both continued their own way.