#izutsa

I love my chiss spy baby. I have hurt her a lot, but she's still so good.

Life/death: How does the character feel about life and death? Is there a meaning to them? Do they believe in the afterlife?

She isn't really scared of death anymore and doesn't really believe there's some predestined meaning. Each person has to do the best they can for their family, community and people and leave the galaxy better, but no existential purpose. She doesn't really believe in an afterlife and finds comfort in the idea of not existing as it means she won't carry her pain anymore and will only exist as a memory others carry.

2. Authority: How does the character feel about authority and hierarchies? Is status important to them and why?

Authority can be annoying, but it keeps order. She is respectful most of the time, willing to be quiet and do what is needed and follow orders, but she also can be defiant of authority if she needs to. She believes that authority must be questioned if the wrong decision is being considered. As she pulls away from the very formal Chiss hierarchies and the imperial structure, she is more willing to challenge authority figures and break rules to do the right thing. She doesn't much care about status as far as money or openly acknowledgment. She just wants the people in charge to recognize her skills and let her do her thing her way.

13. Politics: What does the character think of politics and why? If they absolutely had to choose, what would they align themselves with?

Politics are useless and Sith Politics even more so. Arguing about things with no action accomplishes nothing and only creates more problems and the galaxy would be better if the Sith had leashes to keep them controlled and politicians had to go and do things themselves. She would align herself with whatever is best for the Chiss. Her people come first above anything else. She only works for the empire to serve the Chiss as best she can. She's willing to defy the decisions of the Aristocra's and the treaties signed if she believes that her people would be best served by that course of action.

14. Race / Species: What does the character think of their own race? Of others? Why so?

Night had almost fully covered Kaas City, by the time she made it back. Keeper seemed to sense she needed a break as he gave her one of intelligence’s apartments in the city and sent her and Kaliyo off to sleep while the Watchers sorted through all the data they’d collected and prepare the next steps of the operation. Sure, a terrorist attack didn’t give much room for downtime. That made it all the more important that they rest. 

She’d managed to hold herself together all day. There’d be consequences if anyone found out what had happened and they wouldn’t fall on Jadus. In the Empire, the Sith were gods and the Dark Council members more then the rest. To defy them was death. If they did something, it became legal because they were the ones who did it, if only legal for them. To report them for anything at all was defiance of the Empires gods. It was not done if you wanted to survive, if you wanted them not to hurt you or destroy your life and retaliate against your family. At least her people merely banished the family for an offense against the ruling families. The Sith were worse. There was nothing she could do against Jadus and any attempt would make everything so much worse. So she kept her tears pushed away. She hid everything she could. She survived the day. 

It wasn’t until they were clear of the building and approaching the apartment that she stopped Kaliyo. “Listen, I know sentiment and personal favors aren’t part of your job. But I need you to go get someone and bring her back to the apartment.”

“Hmm girls, agent? Didn’t think you were the type. Not in the mood to see things though.”

“No Kaliyo it’s not like that. It’s… She’s my older sister. And the place has two rooms. Please… I just… I just need to talk with my sister and I can’t call her.”

“Ya know, I don’t think I want to know. You imperial types are just freaky.”

“I’ll owe you one.”

The Rattataki sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. Only because you’re half decent with that blaster and I might find that useful.”

Izutsa sighed. “Thank you. You need to go to the Chiss Embassy over by the administrative complex and find Ciski’itoasa’remmeth. She’s an assistant ambassador attached to the Aristocra. Just tell her I need her. Tell her ‘K'tusah bah vamci’. It’s an old code phrase. She’ll come. Lead her back or just tell her where we’re staying. I don’t care. I just need to see her before we have to go back in.”