[h1][color=9e0039]Akira[/color][/h1][hr]

Today was supposed to be the start of a vacation. They had intended to leave a week prior but as always, something new happened in the republic. And as usual, the Clients demanded answers. They had money, of course, as no information was free. Akira understood that [i]very[/i] well. Adjusting their outfit they put un their mask and headed over to the main communications room. As Akira entered, holoscreens winked to life, displaying the vast amounts of data at their disposal. They took up a seat at their massive desk, a sleek black data console, which lit up when she touched it. Scanning the contents of the screens they flicked their eyes over to the News Sector, a corner of holoscreens that had various news networks on it. Listening to it for a bit they muted it as they focused on Agent reports. Their main Agents, aptly named the Hand, were their foothold into all the little secrets of the world.

What they found, however darkened their mood. More missing agents, three new resignations and grid wipes, and two of their informants were dead. The door pinged and opened to reveal their most trusted of agents, Ix, a tall Zabrak in a sleek black outfit. "I see you've finally deemed to walk among the living again, Eye." His voice rumbled with humor. He reengaged the lock after him. "We've got some bad news. Uri, Ko'Dar, Maliz and Ren are missing. Rys… Turned up dead. One of our old contacts found him."

Akira scowled behind their mask. "And we still have no answers. This is not good, Ix." They looked out the window to the rest of the city. "I want answers. I want them last week. I guess it might be time to head into the field again." They sighed. "And here I had hoped to be halfway to a resort by now. How goes the work on the Nexus."

"Our patrons have not dropped their support." The man crossed his arms. "It's still several months till we are ready for testing the ship. For now, we've secured a Thunderclap. Took a bit of extortion and a few favors called in but we have a new ship. It's being retrofitted to the specs requested. As for general funds, we won't run out till I'm old."

Akira rolled their eyes. "Quit calling me old, Ix. We're nearly the same age and you're older." They stand, heading over to a door, opening it to reveal an elevator that they take down to the armory. "I'll keep you out in the field for now. We need more agents in the field. We're down to what now, seven of us?" Shaking their head they grunt. "It's taking all we can to keep up the illusion that we are everywhere now... Someone is out there cutting the delicate web I've spun. And I'm not going to just sit here and take it. Now, I'm going to go have a nice relaxing dinner at the Cantina. Keep me posted." Slipping on their weapons and the many daggers, Akira pulls up the hood of their cloak and takes a back entrance out. Ix will show himself out when he's rested up. They had their special communicator with them just in case they were needed. After exiting the building they seamlessly blended into the crowd. It was a speeder ride to the [i]Phantom Glass[/i] where with a quick nod to the bartender, they made their way to the back room. This is where everyone _thought_ the Phantom Eyes worked out of. Here they took off their hood and mask. They were not expecting company any time soon, as no one entered without their permission. They ate while they did some research, looking at the news feeds and occasionally checking the network for anything from their agents.