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Infiltrating The Palace

... of the Imperial navy were ever afforded, aside from those who had gone above and beyond to prove both their unwavering loyalty and effectiveness. But her nature as a covert operative often resulted in her being mistaken for one of the Emperor's courtesans, something she was all too happy to use to her advantage whenever she was tasked with surveillance of suspected traitors within the Imperial top brass. Whatever life she lived before being swept away and transported to Coruscant was irrelevant to her, meaningless in comparison to the sense of duty and purpose that came with being entrusted with carrying out her Emperor's will.

There was little Mara hadn't done in her master's name She had engaged in espionage against organisations opposed to the Empire, kidnapped and assassinated admirals who had been implicated in attempted coups and plots to depose Emperor Palpatine. Seduction became a tool just as effective as her lightsaber, Mara could barely begin to recall just how many dignitaries or alleged traitors she had bedded, nor could she remember just how many met their end with a snap of their neck or a plunge of a saber through their chest, but such memories weren't worth bringing up. Ultimately, every man she had let use her body all met the same fate, in one way or another.

With every strike of her heels against the sandrock stairs, Mara went over her plan once again, repeatedly playing out just how her task would play out in her mind, until she felt ...

... confident that it would be carried out without a hitch. She had been many things over the years, played many different roles, from a cold blooded killer to an irresistible seductress. But above all, Mara was a perfectionist, not one to allow her feelings or emotions interfere with the mission.

"I hope you know what you're doing, human," Giretti muttered, closely eyeing the path ahead, almost expecting something to jump out from the shadows and rip his throat out.

"Why? I didn't realise you were so concerned about my well-being," Mara's voice dripped with sarcasm, far less concerned about the prospect of being jumped by a faceless assailant.

"I don't give a kriff about what will happen to you! I'm worried about my own neck if this scheme of yours doesn't go to plan," Giretti hissed, tightening the red sash encircling his waist, a tradtional symbol of someone working on behalf of a slaving guild, "I don't think you fully appreciate just how much I'm sticking my neck out for you."

"You've already been generously compensated. Beyond that, you're right, I don't really find myself being too concerned about you," Mara tutted, looking forward to finally ridding herself of the jittery Weequay. As useful as he was to the mission, there was nothing Mara despised more than having to dely on unknown entities, which only created more variables that she needed to be cognizant of. "You just play your part and I'll play mine, then we can go our separate ways. It's all rather ...