This war was a mess, and it was always the ISB that got stuck doing the dirty clean up jobs. Six had kept a lower profile than usual, sticking to the Outer Rim gigs that kept a pulse on all the syndicate operations. While she was able to collect intel, Levik’s death and shifts in the hierarchy had caused clear issues in effective protocol. There were entire periods of time where she didn’t have a handler, and she almost considered actually doing the desk job of an Overseer as was her official rank. Almost.
From the sounds of it, the Empire was taking quite the thrashing and some upstart officer was out trying to make a difference and become the face of the Empire. Six gave no shits about any of that, her focus on discreet operations which finally came from the Director himself. As a result, she found herself on Nal Hutta, dressed like a simple civilian having a smoke in an alley.
She was here to meet with some mook that could get her into places like the target she sought. Sapphire eyes were fixed on the luxurious pleasure barge the Glorious Jewel. She couldn’t dare to hope that Nor’baal himself was in the yacht, but she would carry out the operation all the same. Six glanced at her chrono as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. Her contact would be arriving any moment now.
@Eccles