Subject: "Giant Sentient Flowers?"
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Posted on: 2015-04-20 04:05:00 UTC
She scoffed at the thought. "Either Republic SIS has gone crazy, or you actually aren't them. Maybe one of the others will have more answers." She returned to where the other people had congregated. She was at least willing to listen.
Chakkik's face was unreadable. "Would you be so kind as to help me shut my partner up? After she talked to you, she decided to incessantly yammer about the incredible sex life that comes with espionage. I've been trying to tune her out; I have no desire to understand mammalian reproduction."
"And then I'd put her face right in my chest while the guy spray-paints-"
"Mighty Mana Tree, please stop talking."
Strangely enough, even with her dislike of most non-humans, the hobgoblin actually put her a bit more at ease. Cipher-7 had infiltrated at least a half-dozen SIS outposts, and that personality was just so fundamentally different from what she had experienced. It was...refreshing she thought.
"I am for the moment willing to believe that this is not an SIS outpost or even a Republic Facility. So I am at least willing to talk a bit." She did not necessarily trust them. Or even believe them, but this was her best chance to figure out what was going on.
"Is it some kinda school club?"
Chakkik mouthed "thank you" in Cipher's direction.
Cipher-7 laughed a bit. She certainly thought they were some kind of school club, after all they were not very good at their job. "SIS stands for Strategic Information Services. They are an intelligence agency, though I use that term loosely. They are...", she thought a second. "...a rival spy organization. Though they really just blunder about without any idea what they are doing."
"What are the odds? Gabby does exactly that on our missions." He thought for a moment. "Except at the end of our last one. Does your home continuum have giant fire-breathing beasts? We provoked our last target into getting himself incinerated. Our targets tend to have an overinflated opinion of their capabilities."
"But there was an old record I found on one of my missions." She thought back, "It was about 1000 years before my time, there was a Jedi named Willm Lywin. He belonged to a very old race of creatures called the Duinuogwuin."
She paused as her translator made a slight beep. "It apparently translates to Star Dragon in your language here. They could allegedly breath fire and fly through space unaided." She shrugged, "But it could just be legend. No one alive I know has ever encountered one."
She took a breath. "It sounds like your targets are very similar to the SIS."
"Our target was a dragon that could transform into a human shape. He led him to an actual dragon that could likely swallow a skyscraper whole. The fake Smaug stared into the mouth of Hell."
Cipher-7 looked a bit puzzled. "Who or what is this Smaug you speak of?"
Meryem appeared next to Cipher-7 again. "And could you please not wander off when I'm in the middle of helping you? It's very rude."
Cipher-7 decided she still should try to learn what she could from this Internal Affairs person. And then she would decide what to do next.
((Sorry for the delay. Weekdays are a bit wonky when it comes to time for me.))