#kaliyo

Sketch dump from a while ago, was drawing my imperial agent Rhysdorn and fam. I’m always self-conscious about sharing my doodles, but it’s May 4th, so what the hell, why not!

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.”