07-20-2017, 10:07 PM
Luci enters the Tier-5 library in the disguise of Vanessa Harmon, a severe looking Imperial bureaucrat with level four clearance.
She walks importantly past the reception desk, her high heels click-clacking on the marble floor, her strut so professional she does not even disturb the crease on her pinstriped miniskirt. She carefully cradles a manilla envelope containing a stack of blank papers and heads for the restricted section.
The first checkpoint is no problem, just a simple ID card swipe. As a master artist, Luci has quickly become the most accomplished forger in Coruscant history. She swipes the card, and the clear glass doors slide open with a pleasant ping.
Luci walks purposefully through the first level of Imperial security, past training manuals for Stormtroopers and instructions on how to make explosives, past the histories of the less reputable Imperial heroes and banned spell books.
Luci makes a beeline for the second security checkpoint, an Imperial Criminal Research section requiring level three clearance and a retinal scan. She calmly leans forward for the machine to scan Vanessa Harmon’s eye. The glass doors slide open with a pleasant ping.
Luci tries not to look nervous as she passes Imperial gang investigators and top lawyers for the Empire. She keeps her head and posture straight, walking past them as they read through old murder case files and secret interrogation policies. She comes to the final checkpoint, a bored looking armed Wookie guard in front a door labelled Criminal Research - Clearance 4.
“Card,” he says exasperatedly, in an accent like a California surfer. Luci swipes the card, and starts to sweat. It pings pleasantly.
“Scanner,” he continues lacklusterly, looking at his phone, probably to check on his status as employee of the month. Luci is shaking as the retinal scanner checks her eye and pings pleasantly.
“Password,” the Wookie says, his finger on the button to open the door.
Vanessa Harmon’s eyes flicker psychedelically for a moment, but the guard does not notice as Luci delves into his mind and extracts the password.
“Han shot first,” Vanessa says sharply, as the doors open with a pleasant ping.
Luci hurries past files on active gang members and current Imperial police operations, making for a small twisting hallway, her face anxious, and bursts through the door at the end of the hallway.
Luci quickly shuts and locks it behind her, hikes up her skirt, sits on her favorite toilet in coruscant, and pees.
***
Luci sits on the toilet for a while, huffing paint from her magic spray and exhaling rainbow fumes, her eyes kaleidescoping madly. She enjoys the privacy of the bathroom, one that she had found while looking for police files on enemy gang members.
Luci lets the Astral Realm drip into her vision, but not all the way, just enough for her to see through the cracks in Coruscant to the graffiti realm between the two verses. She takes her magic spraycan and paints a glowing neon owl on the wall. The owl’s eyes open. After a moment, it speaks.
“Hello Luci,” the Owl says, it’s wide eyes spinning slowly and it’s feathers changing colors. “What’s on your mind.”
“Mr. Owl,” Luci slurs. “How many licks does it take to-”
“You’re high, Luci,” Mr Owl interrupts, preening it’s feathers while Luci snickers.
“Mr Owl, where is Kazura?” Luci asks, a little more solemnly.
“Gone, the Blades are having their own issues,” the Owl replies.
“And what about our newest recruit?” she asks tensely. The owl sighs.
“He’s coming, he met some orcs, but he’ll make it,” Mr Owl reassures her as Luci nods. “You know,” the animal continues, trying to cheer her up. “The Broken Mirrors are pulling a job with the Jacks.”
This does cheer up Luci a bit; the Mirrors gang is starting to worry her.
“So,” she says nonchalantly. “How is-”
“Harlan’s Astral defenses are too strong, we can’t get any graffiti in his territory. Word on the street is business is booming,” the owl says flatly. Luci is quiet for a moment, then nods. The Owl shuffles nervously. “So, did you wanna send a message or-”
“No, thank you,” Luci says as she leans against the bathroom stall, phasing into it ever so slightly. “You can stay if you want.”
The two dimensional owl nods and flutters down from the wall, perching on Luci’s shoulder and nuzzling her neck as she inhales fumes from her magic spraycan.
She walks importantly past the reception desk, her high heels click-clacking on the marble floor, her strut so professional she does not even disturb the crease on her pinstriped miniskirt. She carefully cradles a manilla envelope containing a stack of blank papers and heads for the restricted section.
The first checkpoint is no problem, just a simple ID card swipe. As a master artist, Luci has quickly become the most accomplished forger in Coruscant history. She swipes the card, and the clear glass doors slide open with a pleasant ping.
Luci walks purposefully through the first level of Imperial security, past training manuals for Stormtroopers and instructions on how to make explosives, past the histories of the less reputable Imperial heroes and banned spell books.
Luci makes a beeline for the second security checkpoint, an Imperial Criminal Research section requiring level three clearance and a retinal scan. She calmly leans forward for the machine to scan Vanessa Harmon’s eye. The glass doors slide open with a pleasant ping.
Luci tries not to look nervous as she passes Imperial gang investigators and top lawyers for the Empire. She keeps her head and posture straight, walking past them as they read through old murder case files and secret interrogation policies. She comes to the final checkpoint, a bored looking armed Wookie guard in front a door labelled Criminal Research - Clearance 4.
“Card,” he says exasperatedly, in an accent like a California surfer. Luci swipes the card, and starts to sweat. It pings pleasantly.
“Scanner,” he continues lacklusterly, looking at his phone, probably to check on his status as employee of the month. Luci is shaking as the retinal scanner checks her eye and pings pleasantly.
“Password,” the Wookie says, his finger on the button to open the door.
Vanessa Harmon’s eyes flicker psychedelically for a moment, but the guard does not notice as Luci delves into his mind and extracts the password.
“Han shot first,” Vanessa says sharply, as the doors open with a pleasant ping.
Luci hurries past files on active gang members and current Imperial police operations, making for a small twisting hallway, her face anxious, and bursts through the door at the end of the hallway.
Luci quickly shuts and locks it behind her, hikes up her skirt, sits on her favorite toilet in coruscant, and pees.
***
Luci sits on the toilet for a while, huffing paint from her magic spray and exhaling rainbow fumes, her eyes kaleidescoping madly. She enjoys the privacy of the bathroom, one that she had found while looking for police files on enemy gang members.
Luci lets the Astral Realm drip into her vision, but not all the way, just enough for her to see through the cracks in Coruscant to the graffiti realm between the two verses. She takes her magic spraycan and paints a glowing neon owl on the wall. The owl’s eyes open. After a moment, it speaks.
“Hello Luci,” the Owl says, it’s wide eyes spinning slowly and it’s feathers changing colors. “What’s on your mind.”
“Mr. Owl,” Luci slurs. “How many licks does it take to-”
“You’re high, Luci,” Mr Owl interrupts, preening it’s feathers while Luci snickers.
“Mr Owl, where is Kazura?” Luci asks, a little more solemnly.
“Gone, the Blades are having their own issues,” the Owl replies.
“And what about our newest recruit?” she asks tensely. The owl sighs.
“He’s coming, he met some orcs, but he’ll make it,” Mr Owl reassures her as Luci nods. “You know,” the animal continues, trying to cheer her up. “The Broken Mirrors are pulling a job with the Jacks.”
This does cheer up Luci a bit; the Mirrors gang is starting to worry her.
“So,” she says nonchalantly. “How is-”
“Harlan’s Astral defenses are too strong, we can’t get any graffiti in his territory. Word on the street is business is booming,” the owl says flatly. Luci is quiet for a moment, then nods. The Owl shuffles nervously. “So, did you wanna send a message or-”
“No, thank you,” Luci says as she leans against the bathroom stall, phasing into it ever so slightly. “You can stay if you want.”
The two dimensional owl nods and flutters down from the wall, perching on Luci’s shoulder and nuzzling her neck as she inhales fumes from her magic spraycan.
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