Dethroning the Imposter

[Kassa]

Grethallion had chartered a ship from one of her Dathomirian agents. Donned in ancient runes and other artifacts, the ship could pass through sensors without being detected, much like Alchemist Sanayana's ship could do.

And the runes would definitely be needed. Grethallion had been commissioned, along with Darth Silentius, a shiny Zabrak, to take care of someone trying to cause tumult on Empress Teta.

It was Grethallion's view that if the Sith could be credited with preventing a civil war, the planet's population would be swayed towards the Sith favor.

On board the ship wasn't just humans, however. Grethallion had her Dark Hound, Arcani, and her two Ravagers, Thelma and Louise. Arcani could serve as a brilliant scout, while the two Ravagers would guard the ship while the group gathered information.

The ship slowed down. It had finished it's hyperspace jump and was now drifting in towards the planet, totally hidden from view.

Dressed to be inconspicuous, Grethallion donned a robe and turned to look at her companion. "Darth Silentius. I trust you've been debriefed on the mission as well. When we land, I'll send Arcani in the opposite direction and I'll check in with him every so often with our Force Bond. My two monsters will enjoy tearing any intruders limb from limb. Now then, you may take the lead,"

 

[Sreeya]

Thaed yawned and stretched as the ship jumped out of hyperspace, the planet finally looming into view. The Sith Lord had allowed himself to doze off for the duration of the journey, though he always remained alert of his surroundings. He did not feel comfortable coming out this far, but the old hag always appeared to want to bring him along for her adventures. Secretly, he couldn't deny that they were at least entertaining. The woman had many quirks about her, despite being a walking fossil.

The Zabrak kept his thoughts to himself, simply nodding in response to the woman's comments. The ship slowly descended to a landing bay, still concealed and appearing rather plain. Thaed stepped out ahead, checking to ensure that he had his sabers on him. He secretly hoped they wouldn't run into any trouble while on the planet, but he was fully prepared to defend if the circumstances called for it.

"We have a few possible leads on which hotel she is in."

He pulled out a datapad, looking over the various names.

"...I have a feeling that she knows that she is in danger."

The words flowed out of him before he could stop himself. Thaed cursed inwardly. When the Force spoke through him like that, it usually turned out to be true. Perhaps their mission had just gotten a lot more difficult..

 

[Kassa]

"Everyone is in danger. However, it is how you cope with that danger that you become who you are. I can barely move and I'm a Moff. We're on a Jedi-oriented world. I never said that this was going to be easy," The politician chuckled as her ever-obedient DarkHound followed.

"There have been several reasons I requested you to come along with this mission. Other than the fact you're shiny- I joke there, my good Darth Silentius-, I find you one of the most capable of gathering information. You remind me very much of one of my Clanmate's great-granddaughter. You are bold, sometimes rash. However, you are quite capable of destruction on many levels, just like my Reavers. I request that you go and gather information from those hotels. Meanwhile, I'll ask people out on the streets what they think and no about her,"

The woman grinned wickedly.

"I may be a politician, but I'm also a lawyer and prosecutor. I'll befriend someone who has a mutual loathing with her. Then we must kill that person. And plant evidence. Then we sue, because I'll be the sweet old lady that befriended the dead man or woman,"

 

[Sreeya]

Thaed chuckled after the woman had finished speaking.

"You're a clever one, grandma. I wouldn't want to get on your bad side."

With a wink, he strode past her, intent on finding more information out from the hotels. He knew it would be difficult, as he was not familiar with Ithen's Force energy. He looked over all the hotel names, focusing on the most extravagant ones. From the sounds of it, the woman was extremely full of herself, which only meant that she would stay in no less than the most luxurious suites. With that thought in mind, Thaed decided to head towards the most expensive hotel on the list.

He knew that in order to look unassuming, he had to blend in. For Thaed, this was slightly difficult to do as his imposing appearance already had a few others glancing his way. Ignoring this, he noted the copious amounts of guards at the entrance. For now he decided to wander near the entrance, looking as if he simply happened to be in the area. With the Force heightening his senses, he listened in on the conversations taking place. If the princess was here, there was no doubt that her name would be brought up.

 

[Kassa]

"Most definitely not. I can crush many people's insides with a wave of my hand. But, on a less pretentious note, be on the look out for someone who is perhaps an enemy or perhaps a good friend. Fri-nemies are welcome too,"

With that, the old woman strolled out of the vehicle and towards the high-end streets. She was dressed down and had to carefully focus on her own Force signature to hide it. The blackening sickness that surrounded her wouldn't go unnoticed by the Jedi if she didn't hide it.

Sweet old lady...

She could do this, right? Many women were sweet and nice... It would be like copying, wouldn't it?

...Damnit, this was going to be difficult.

Continuing to stride down the alleyways, she passed by people who cast looks of disdain at her hunched, simply dressed figure. Gripping her cane, she walked down an alleyway and made a turn, hoping to see some people discussing Ithen soon...

 

[Zach]

"Do you think she'll have a chance?" one guard asked to another, half-whispering across the doorway. He'd been stationed outside for the last four hours, along side his brothers in arms. They were some of the loyal few who supported Ithen's right to the throne. One was a guard from the palace itself, a few others weapon-trained civilians. The last of his allies, was little more than a cretin politician; the son of a supporting noble. He was ill-trained, and gangly at best description. The troop had been assigned to babysit this mongrel.

His friend raised an eyebrow, calmly surprised at the question. "I think she's got as good a chance as any. Through history, Empress Teta has been known for colorful beginnings to power. Who says this can't be one of those moments?" he suggested with a charismatic smile and shrug. The first replied only with an uncertain frown, not convinced, but his loyalty still strong.

After a moment of hesitation, contemplating the words of his trusted ally, he turned to the streets with narrowed eyes. It seemed almost as though an individual was lurking. Could he have been spying on them, listening? No, impossible, not from that far away. It was odd, though, the man's shady attire. He couldn't get a view at his face or even his species, but he weirdly felt his attention shift back to his thoughts. Not giving is second's thought, he turned back to his friend and replied, "Maybe you're right. If she finalizes the deal, we may get out of this alive yet," he predicted optimistically. The to-be empress had expanded her horizons of contacts.