#agent doppelganger

It was not difficult for Twelve to shut down the security systems. He had been drilled to shut down systems like this. Recalling his failures at the military academy made him flinch; his masters were not kind and rewards for failing were harsh, perhaps even deadly if he didn't survive. Learning the hard way on his few mistakes cemented him to achieve perfection. It was why he succeeded on his missions so far.

The Sith were powerful. No doubt in Twelve's mind, this sith had earned her title of Lord. Loyalty amongst the force-sensitive meant almost unlimited power. But she went rogue, and openly defied the Dark Council and the Empire. Twelve had wondered why the Dark Council haven't sent anyone to stop her, having their manpower and resources to silence her. But it is too late, Lord Rathna had murdered two Darth without authority and honour, slaughtering a fleet of imperial civilians in the process.

When he caught up to Lord Rathna, she could have killed him instantly, but she tried to toy with him. And Twelve, playing the submissive and malleable agent of the Empire, let her. He could feel the similar sensations that he had felt when he was at the sith academy. The pain, the injuries, the psychological trauma, the fear. Twelve was not fully immune, but he had to hold it together. A powerful sith played with his emotions, his fears, his lack of trust, his apathy for the Empire's cause. Lord Rathna thought she could make him an image that suited her cause.

But she failed. He had taken advantage of a slip of her guard, and wrestled his control back. With a switch blade, he fought a fully armed sith lord, with her duel lightsabers. But he wasn't afraid, he felt nothing when he fought her. No anger, no revenge. He didn't even feel when one of sabers grazed his shoulder, cutting through his uniform. Rather, the fresh blood shed brought a clear clarity to his mind. it gave him the strength to sink the blade right through the ridges of her armor, puncturing her lungs.

No force-sensitivity can save her from a bleeding lung.

That didn't fully stop Lord Rathna from attempting to bring Twelve down with her. Missing by inches, Lord Rathna attempted to slice his hands off. But she managed to kick him right in the gut, sending him flying. Twelve was pretty sure it was a last attempt to run her sabers through his heart, but she collapsed to the ground before she could, gasping for breath.