[u][b]One Week Ago:[/b][/u]

"C'mon, yah bastard! C'mon!" Taleste screamed at the electric safe as she continued to drill it. She could still hear gunfire behind her, though it had lessened in intensity. Her team had always been a bunch of amateurs, but their leader had decided that stealing from an Alliance deposit building had been a good idea. The best security on the entire planet, and probably the surrounding ones too, with the best trained soldiers of probably the largest collective military force in the galaxy ready to pounce if it goes off? This was a rotten job from the start. Why did Taleste even take it instead of leaving her idiot crew? Well, besides having grown quite attached to them over the past year, she also relished the challenge. That's why, even though she knew she had no chance of getting away, she carried on trying to steal the objective. She didn't even have to grab it. There would be no point. As long as she opened the safe, she'd count that as her having successfully stolen from the Alliance; something she could put on her CV if she survives this.

The gunfire was getting closer. Taleste was starting to sweat. She could feel some give on the drill. Almost....there....She did it! The safe cracked and swung open, revealing the largest gemstone Tal had ever seen. This was probably worth a small planet by itself! Just think....if they could have gotten away with this.

The gunfire stopped. Taleste dropped the drill and put her hands up before the advancing Alliance soldiers had even seen her. Best to surrender preemptively lest they get trigger happy and don't give you a chance. As she waited for them, it dawned on her that the rest of the crew was almost definitely dead. She didn't cry. Though she wanted to, she just felt empty now. "Yu were a bunch of eediots to the last..." she muttered under her breath, feeling the pit in her stomach growing.

[b][i]Present Day:[/i][/b]

Taleste was leaning against a wall, in the marketplace adjacent to the docks in Minos Space Station. She gave another sulky glare to the two undercover Alliance Operatives that were keeping an eye on her. That was twice now that they confiscated wallets and purses that she'd pickpocketed while she was waiting. She didn't care about losing the money. She was only doing it for practice; to make sure that she hadn't gone rusty from a whole week without stealing something. Alliance prison had actually been pleasant. It was quiet. Her cell was bigger than her old bunk and the bed was softer, she was even provided with a councillor who had helped her cope with the loss of her whole crew. It still stung, but now she'd be getting a whole new crew. The offer of prison or joining this 'Project Revenant' wasn't a tough one. In prison she'd not be allowed to steal anything again but live like a queen compared to how she'd usually lived. Shades of her first life, the life she escaped from. That or work for what should morally be her 'enemy' but she didn't really have enemies. The people who shoot at her are usually just doing their jobs, while she's disrupting her job with her hobby. They were always the one in the right. Still, getting to steal things and put her skills to the test was an offer too good to pass up.

God, waiting was boring though. She glanced back at the Operatives. They'd told her their full names but she just called them Datchi and Juli, which somehow got under their skin, so she kept doing it. "Oi, Datchi!" she cried out to the 'shopkeepers' "When're those whuns due? I'm gettin' bored over 'ere!"

It was a quirk of her strange, alien accent and dialect. Instead of 'person' or 'people', she said 'whun' and 'whuns'. It came from a mutation of the word 'one' as in 'someone', and this quirk had eventually got on the nerves of everyone she'd ever met, but they learned to get used to it eventually.