"Six"

Faction: Sith
Department: Imperial Intelligence
Rank: Lieutenant

Code Name: Silens Six
Real Name: Charlotte Wright
Race: Human
Age: 30
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 115lbs
Birth place: Vjun

Appearance: A simple stature and a petite figure with a soft pallor, Silens Six tends to keep a quite fluid nature about her. There is a natural grace and elegance to her simple moves, and does little to hide it--as if while she may lead a life of nothing more than deception in her most basic physical action there is a contradictory candor. Her hair is a long, silky bluish, violet--given she is human it is deduced she simply dies her hair. Her visage maybe lovely, but both of her eyes are cybernetic. Her left being a simple prosthetic eye with a soft red tint to the lense of its iris; should one look closely enough they could see the circuitry within it. Her right eye is a far more complex, yet quite crude looking cybernetic eye to enhance her eye-sight overall largely for sniping. Though, her right eye is often hidden under a partial helm/visor; which often works as a sort of telescopic feature that connects with her right eye to see greater distances without need of binoculars or a telescope of some sort.

If not see in the light armor body suits common to the Sith military infiltration personnel, she will often be seen in the formal black uniform of Sith Empire's Imperial Intelligence. Outside of those two norms, what she wears will largely depend upon her assignments and their locales. She has a bit of an upper-class accent common to the region of Vjun she is from, though given her training she can drop it with no difficulty.



Personality: An agent of Imperial Intelligence is essentially a spy and assassin, and her personality through years of training has been molded into one benefitting such a role in service of the Sith Empire. Within in such a role near everything about her has become fluid, from her personality and beliefs to even sexuality, even her very nature has become adaptable and will shape to conform to what is required of her within moment. Given that, there is a ruthless streak to her, often the personality she "chooses" to exude is a charming, relaxed almost carefree disposition. Yet, within a blink it can all disappear and all that remains is the terrifying icy cold being of a highly trained killer lacking any iota of feeling or empathy. Albeit, even that may disappear within the next instant to something other, something she views is more called for given the situation. Whoever the young woman, Charlotte Wright, was no longer exists as that identity was stripped away and tossed into oblivion years ago.

Skills:

• Infiltration
  
• Assassination
  
• Slicing
  
• Data Mining
  
• Languages (High Galactic/Huttese/Mando'a/Binary/Durese/Bocce)
  
• "Enhanced" Interrogation Techniques
  
• Special Operations Team Coordination
  
• Ground Unit Infiltration Tactics/Strategy
  
• Sniping
  
• Piloting (Starfighter/Shuttle/Patrol/Freighter-class vessels)
  
• Cybernetics (Maintenance/Repair)
  

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5

Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8

Alignment: -4

Bio:



In a galaxy that is often shaped by the problematic ideologies and zealots of religious institutions ruled by those who control or manipulate the great mystery known as "The Force". The truly grey area, those caught between the light and something else... something other... are not those embodiments of logic fallacies supposedly straddling the darkness in the light. But it is those who are deaf to the Force, those who cannot hear it or see it, blind to its light and dark--when attempting to gaze into the Force they see nothing.

At one time Charlotte Wright had no contact, no affiliation, nor even a hint of understanding for those gifted with Force-sensitivity--she had never even met such a thing for most of her life. Within the current era and climate of the galaxy she finds herself in the service of an empire once controlled by those who sought out the express elimination of Force-sensitives, bit now is run by some of the most powerful practitioners of the darkness within the galaxy. Once to have never known them, to having sought their destruction, to now in being their service. This is what it means to be caught within the grey area of the Force, always swept up within its changing courses and currents, yet never understanding it or knowing it. Lost within the grey matter of it all, apart of it but not. Not knowing the darkness, nor knowing the light, never having felt the warmth or cold of either. Just stillness.

But there is one thing she has over such entities of the Force. Their affinity for it marks them, for life--even if that affinity may have changed with time--its marks upon them remain, some marks are merely easier to conceal than others. Being non-Force-sensitive, having no affinity to either the light or dark for having never known the Force or felt it, she cannot be marked by it, just like anyother non-Force-sensitive. There is a freedom there, an adaptability that someone who is of the Force simply cannot touch upon, it is far more difficult for a Force-sensitive to change their very nature or conceal what they are than it is for a non-Force-sensitive, more so for a non-Force-sensitive who was trained to shed everything about their identity and who they once were. For a Force-sensitive it is their identity that lends much to their very power, whereas for a non-Force-sensitive there is power in destroying their own identity entirely--fading away into the grey areas of the macrocosm.

Anonimity is a weapon.



Charlotte Wright was born into the Sith aristocracy back when it was known as the Sith Aristocrats, and her father was the Grand Moff of Vjun. Both her mother and father were nobility of Vjun, and whose respective families allied themselves with the Sith Aristocrats upon their separation from the Republic some decades ago.

Her childhood was largely an isolated one, home schooled by the finest tutors her parents could hire on Vjun. She had relatively few childhood friends, only the servants' own children; but as nobility, more so, the daughter of a Grand Moff, her contact with those children was rare. Much of her time starting from the time she was five or so years old and onward into her preteen years was spent studying, taking piano lessons, etiquette lessons, and playing by herself. A quiet and lonely existence, especially for a child. Her life was much like a caged bird. Kept isolated within a cage, sheltered from the rest of the world, pretty to look upon, but so few to hear her song--and no where to truly spread her wings and fly.

Albeit, by the time she was 12 years old, life took a slight turn. The Grand Moff's wife became terminally ill, he would not be able to have another child, and for what a severe and hard man he may have been--he was a devoted husband and never wished to seek the hand of another even when his wife inevitably passed on. Realizing that Charlotte was his only legacy, despite her being expected to remain and uphold the etiquette and proper manners and protocol expected of a young noble girl, more so one who is a Grand Moff's only daughter and child, the Grand Moff allowed protocol to be broken in a single instance. He loved hunting, he loved to hunt big game wildlife, and was a great marksman--he was even a sniper in what was the Sith Aristocrats' decade old military at the time. He loved to hunt. He always wanted a son to whom he could pass on his marksmanship and hunting skills onto, but recognizing that he will never have a son, his daughter was the next best option.

Much like her father, Charlotte found a certain passion and enjoyment in honing her marksmanship skills, and hunting a target to deliver death upon it--taking part in having direct power over life, seeing a life--a living being and taking away all it ever had within an instant. There was a fulfillment--a sense of accomplishment in it all that she learned to love and continued to appeal to her throughout her life.

Outside of that her teenage years proved to be as uneventful and just the same as her early childhood. Merely going through the motions of studying under the tutelage of her tutors. Keeping up on her piano lessons just like her mother always wanted her to. Though as a teenager, she did have enough freedom to leave the grand estate of her father's to socialize with others her age, children of her father's social circle.

But because as a child she never really had any friends to speak of, as a teenager she was not certain how to act or what to be or even who to be to fit in, and at first often was a bit awkward; and Charlotte herself was not so ignorant of this fact. So she merely observed and mimicked them, and learned that she had a nack for it--pretending to be someone she was not, believing in causes she did not hold for her own, posing as someone else entirely, saying just what others like to hear to like her more. As she continued to socialize she begun to hone her natural aptitude for this. While her own personality is a genuinely charming one, she learned quickly and almost a little too eerily to conform it into someone who was not herself, but one that fits in better with the particular crowd she finds herself surrounded by. It would not be too much to say that charming, wily ways made her the ultimate poser--charming those into believing she is something that she is not, someone who believes something that she does not.



When she reached the age of adulthood the quest became, what sort of career she would take. It was a great mystery to several, because her personality and views since she was a teenager had become so fluid. For one reason or another she chose a career within the military. Most presumed it was because she responds so well to conformity and routine, but that was not it. Whatever she may say, whatever she may purport, whatever she may like another to think and/or believe--it does not change the reality deep down inside in the most private recesses of the her heart, she is a profound patriot of the Sith Empire to dangerous extremes. A noble of the Sith aristocracy and the daughter of a Grand Moff, understands what serves her people best; and despite all what she may say or fascade she may project nothing changes the reality she will fight viciously to protect and solidify the Empire.

While it maybe difficult to understand why for some because of her background, but the reality being it is because of her background that her self-contained patriotism came about. While it may have always gone unspoken, unsaid--kept private and silent out of the peculiar personality Charlotte has, she has always held a level of appreciation. Appreciation for what her father did, what he tries to do, the goals the Empire sets out to accomplish. She understood it, agreed with it, viewed the mandates and aspirations the Empire has set out for itself to be noble goals. She did what her parents--namely her father wanted of her because she respected him as the man he was, and what he did in the service of the Empire and he and the Empire sought to build to consolidate its power. This is what she truly believed and thought while growing up and what she chose to act upon when it came time to follow her life's path.

Her enlistment was into the army initially. While originally simply a noble child whose extent of athletic experience was hunting with her father. Basic training in the army certainly pushed her, hard. Yet, this was a challenge she found an inner drive to meet, she wanted it. Her father was a highly regard man with in the Sith military of significant rank and prominence. Her ability and performance was a reflection upon him, thus as not to disgrace him or herself with ineptitude. Even after passing basic training, she continued to push herself even harder. She wanted to see how far she could really take herself within the military should she continuously seek to excel.

She was among the top within her unit by the end of basic training. She maintained this even afterward continuing to push herself during training and assignment wherever they were deployed. But she was not satisfied with simple infantry, she wanted more--let it not be said the child of a Grand Moff is born without ambition. What truly made her stand out amoungst her peers, much like her father, was her incredibly impressive marksmanship. Hitting a moving target perfectly center mass from eight hundred fifty meters out each and every time is nothing to scoff at and something no one else in her unit and many others could not duplicate. As she continued to train, she only seemed to get better and better.

The level of talent she possessed as a marksman did not go unnoticed when she begun training to join the Special Forces devision of the Sith military. This was part of what she continued to push hard for, she become a sniper within the Sith military's special forces like her father was before her. Lining up an enemy within her sights to deliver upon them the wrath of the Empire contained within a single bullet that blast its way through their skull held a satisfaction for her more than merely hunting big game wildlife ever did.

Her time within the Sith military's special forces was brief, though. Her level of discretion and platitude within high stress situations as well as her marksmanship ability with her physical and combat prowess caught the attention of Imperial Intelligence. They offered her the chance to become an officer within their institution, and undergo additional training and classes to become of their field agents. It took Charlotte less than a second to accept the offer.

The classes and training she underwent to become an agent within Imperial Intelligence was both physically and mentally straining while covering a multitude of things. While she was in the special forces she learned well how to operate within a unit and manage ground tactics within one, and how to infiltrate an area as both a unit and a sniper. But the type of infiltration she was being trained for within Imperial Intelligence was much different, this was spy work, taking on an entirely different identity and persona and becoming the enemy in order to destroy it from within--or to merely gather information.

What she proved to excel at during her training and within her classes was the concepts of not infiltration but assassination. For one reason or another she proven to be utterly morally flexible, while an ethical idealist in regards to her loyalty and service to the Empire. One thing to be understood is an ethical person knows a certain act is wrong or immoral, whereas the moral person not only understands that certain act is wrong and immoral but they will not do it. Charlotte was quite an ethical young woman, but held no basis of morality. In fact, those who join Imperial Intelligence are trained from the onset to eliminate their guilt, and for Charlotte doing so was eerily a bit too easy.

The most difficult for many training to become field agents of Imperial Intelligence is not simply just acknowledging the fact--but actually going through the act of killing one of the Empire's own--perhaps even an ally, colleague, friend, lover, or even defenseless citizen--and perhaps even by the many. This is one of the reasons why they trained to disconnect themselves utterly from their own guilt--basically severing their own conscience from themselves.

For the simple purpose of being able act independently agents are taught various lanaguages, and also taught rudimentrary knowledge and ability into how pilot the more common types of space vessels. It boils down to simplicity for why such training and classes are given, which is that a field agent is useless if they can communicate easily with other sentients in the more common tongues and even more useless if they cannot travel space on their own. After all, it is best for an agent to feign ignorance or an inability to do something than to actually be ignorant and/or unable to do something.

Charlotte's career did not truly begin to blossom until she received her first deep cover assignment. She had done several investigative assignments, such as weeding out descenters amidst the Empire. It was less infiltration and more working much like how Imperial Intelligence has often operated, and what makes it so feared--they are the Empire's secret police in many ways. They are the knock on the door you hear at neighbors house, only to see them carried off with black clothe bags over theirs heads as they are hauled off into black military transports by elite troops lead by--the dark figure in a formal Imperial Intelligence uniform with an ever so affable smile. For a time, after graduating from her Imperial Intelligence training and class in the top of her class, she was that dark figure.

The dark figure that descenters feared to be dragged into an Imperial Intelligence prison, be brutally interrogated by for hours to the point of being physically deformed for life, and then only to be locked away within a cell only to be completely forgotten within its horrid conditions or for fate to end right there and be forgotten within a shallow, unmarked grave. The affable smile over time changing into something more, something removed and disturbing to anything semblance remotely close to humanity. But it was not limited to the descenters amongst the citizens of the Empire, but their own soldiers, for loyalty to the Empire is measured by Imperial Intelligence, and few things are more intimidating or terrifying to the average Imperial soldier to find themselves in an "interview" with an Imperial agent of Imperial Intelligence... with that affable smile of theirs asking probing questions for hours, looking for even the slightest waver in loyalty. That affable smile granting no comfort, only fear.

But again, that was only the beginning of her career as an Imperial agent, it did not truly blossom until her first infiltration assignment. When there are desenters to an Empire, there are those who are bold enough to attempt to strike fear into it. But an Empire that rules via fear through vicious tyranny, and when such descenters become terrorists against the Empire, once again their greatest tool against them is Imperial Intelligence. The more these terrorists against the Empire try to strike fear into it, the more Imperial Intelligence can pull them apart from the shadows, and the show the rest of the Empire while saying--this is why they fear us--this is why we are superior--this is why all should rightly fear us. Loyalty to the Empire or descention, and to descent is to die and be forgotten.

The infiltration assignment she was given was in reaction to a tip by a few Imperial field agents. The initial thing that caught their attention was their managing to find documentation of unpaid shipments of four large crates within a suspected sympathizer of an anti-Empire descenting propaganda cell. This is shortly after a terrorist attack on a Sith military outpost which held four several ton thermal anti-personal bombs. The shipment and the cell were tracked to Coruscant, the core of the Republic. The fear being that the cell not working out of Coruscant, but is rather in league and is funded by the Republic. The point then being to find a connection--if there is one--and sever it and expose it while spun to the Empire's favor.

Until the attack it was believed the cell was merely a hidden organization spreading propoganda. Members of it had been caught in the past and they often proved to be little more than subversive anti-Empire protesters. However, at this point it became apparent they were merely a front for the high echelons who have clearly been plotting something far more sinister in mind. The target for the explosives and when the deduced next attack will be remained unknown. Discovering this and eliminating the threat became Charlotte's assignment, and she accepted gladly as this was the sort of thing she had been training for requesting and hoping to be assigned since her joining Imperial Intelligence.

Her in was by assuming the identity of a former Republic Intelligence operative whom the Imperial field agents discovered to be working with the the cell. What Imperial Intelligence was able to discover is the former Republic operative went freelance, but still held ties to Republic Intelligence, what precisely they were or whom was something still needed to more concretely pinpoint--but they were targets to be removed as well. Imperial Intelligence did also discover that she did not get into direct contact with the cell, for out of her paranoia she feared Imperial Intelligences discovering her. Albeit, they did anyhow, and quietly assassinated her--and now it is Charlotte who will "become" her.

It was apparent that the information the former Republic operative was feeding the cell was information from Republic Intelligence itself. But with the middle-man as it were removed and Charlotte now taking her place, it gives Imperial Intelligence the opportunity to follow the links from Republic Intelligence to their former operative; and then feed fabricated information created by Imperial Intelligence to the cell. The only thing to do was make former Republic operative--code name "Connes" slip up by making an appearance to the cell as they have somewhat have requested of her a few times in the past. Though in the past Connes had declined because she understood with their knowing what she looked like, would place her in a situation of being unable easily sever herself from the cell and/or turn on them if the situation arose or required it, because of being under threat of the cell selling her out to organizations such as Imperial Intelligence. But, with the real Connes now dead and with Charlotte posing as her, "Connes" can now allow the cell their believed upper-hand over her.

But the goal of Imperial Intelligence was more than anything the cell supposed of what it would be willing to do to eradicate them. They believed Imperial Intelligence would send out death squads for them, and assassinate them all in one grand sweep of the hand--at least attempt to do so. In this they are partly correct, but Imperial Intelligence works on a far greater level of intrigue than that. They expected perhaps an agent to spy and fingerpoint them out, but not to completely be implanted amongst them... for years--at least not in this fashion. Call it arrogance or carelessness or both, but they believed themselves too well obfuscated to be infiltrated in such a way.

For the amount of years Charlotte posed as Connes and what she managed to learn and accomplish was a testament to both her extensive training and her own innate ability. Infiltration can be viewed as an art form in its own right, it is not simply sneaking and prowling around a facility and whatnot, it is also faux assimilation, it is acting--acting on a scale greater than any person in theater can appreciate--for this sort of acting is life or death, it requires a perfect performance--a real performance.

What Charlotte was able to discover was the cell was seeking to utilize the bombs to destroy Imperial governor's grand capital estate of Bastion. Her information gathering for the Empire and information manipulation for the cell, then took root as she gave the names and locations of those involved. But, naturally this operation was not to be simple matter of wiping out just those involved in this act of terrorism upon the Empire, Imperial Intelligence wanted more--they wanted anyone aiding this cell and possibly any other cells connected to it.

The terrorist plot Imperial Intelligence with Charlotte working within the acting cell itself to make them believe they had obtained a "victory". When in reality Imperial Intelligence merely begun setting up affairs so once the governance was destroyed with its governor, the lieutenant governor could quickly take over. Governors can be replaced, after all, truly they are only public servants for a greater governing entity. The sacrifice of one landmark and man that both can be easily replaced given the proper preparations is a simple matter. Especially if it grants them access to not just one cell and sympathizing traitor but several more affiliated with this particular cell. This is an opportunity to utterly clean house in a most dastardly and eye-opening fashion to strike fear into the hearts of many. But as mentioned before, this will take time to orchastrate, it is not something simply done on a whim.

The cell's terrorist plot worked, they managed to infiltrate the governor's grand estate of Bastion, plant the explosives and destroy the governor and those unfortunate enough to be still within the manse at midnight while he slept. But all of this was according to plan, and the most potent thing that can be lended to revenge is patience for when to strike when events are at their most critical.

Charlotte as Connes after the attack begun informing members of the cell that her contacts within Republic Intelligence has informed her that Imperial Intelligence managed to gain a few of their covert safehouse locals. She suggested moving to another local only on Nar Shaddaa, because if they are found out on Coruscant it could grant the Empire to skew the situation as being aided by the Republic directly and thus lead to far more severe and over-arching consequences. On Nar Shaddaa, they can operate amongst the criminal elements and keep hidden within a society that is not beholden to any governing body; and thus further avoid greater political implications and with them outside of Republic space it would be easier for the Republic to obfuscate their aid from the shadows avoiding greater political fallout should they be caught within Republic space. Given the presented circumstances, it sounded like the best option available to the cell.

So they moved their base of operations and safehouses to varying locales within Nar Shaddaa, which were in fact areas solidified by Imperial Intelligence making shadowy deals with the Hutt cartels. From this position Imperial Intelligence with Charlotte as their deep cover agent could monitor and control everything with the cell and gather as much information as they could on them and who all of their contacts, allies, and affilitiated cells are.

For over half a decade this is what Charlotte dedicated her life to while posing as Connes going from a valuable informant to being apart of the cell itself within that time garnering their trust implicitly. The leader of the cell itself she even became an intimate lover to, and by all appearances seemed to support to zealot extents. It was a sort of reversed seduction, the cell's leader sought to seduce her to behind her to him. She simply let him, granting him his illusion of power over her, but she was and always will be a loyalist to the Empire at heart. With the charade Charlotte was playing the amount of intelligence she was able to gather and gain for Imperial Intelligence was immense.



However... just when things had been reaching their peak--the Empire undergoing changes within its infrastructure. The Sith Order had returned and utterly usurped power from the Sith Aristocrats, and in the meantime while she was in deep cover within the cell; because of the immense infrastructure change occurring, naturally Imperial Intelligence was being greatly affected as well. It begun getting sloppy with its movements, which enabled Republic Intelligence to catch wind of the cell they once lightly monitored through a former agent of theirs to return back to being within their view. But, by this time they well knew the cell had become compromised to the Empire, but to what extent they were uncertain. So they took to greater measures, they sought the aid of a Jedi Sentinel to investigate the matter and regain the ability to monitor and aid the cell.

The second Charlote caught wind of this from her position within the cell, she immediately contacted with her handlers within Imperial Intelligence. However, who responded back to her were not those whom she initially possessed as handlers anymore. While she found that odd, she set it aside to follow their orders, which she agreed with--kill them all. It was then Imperial Intelligence sent out its death squads to assassinate every single member of the cell, their allies, and affiliated cells that Charlotte had given not just the names but the locales of where they established their safehouses over the last several years. They had no where to flee to--the death toll for the varying anti-Empire terrorist organizations were staggering that year, and significant part of it was indebted to Charlotte's deep cover work.

Her natural ability to keep her very nature fluid served her incredibly well for such an extensive infiltration assignment. But, she was not necessarily out of the thick of things just, yet. The Jedi Sentinel catching wind of the immense amount of death being delivered upon the cell, several of which by Charlotte's own hand, and it was she who had the unfortunate reality of the Jedi Sentinel trailing her. She was no fool, though. She would not fight a Jedi openly, faced with the choice of fight or flight, she chose flight as the only real option; and thus sought to escape Nar Shaddaa.

Those targets she did eliminate were through her own specialty, sniping them from afar. She knew where they would be, where they would go, where they seek to hide--she knew their patterns. It made it all too easy for her to set up at just the right time, just the right place and make a shot of near perfection. All was as it was designed and directed to be in the end. It was not the destruction of this one entity that this cell composed but of several that cascaded through many of them falling like dominos.

However, the fatal flaw of a sniper is often too much patience, taking too much time regardless of how expertly the may snuff out a life. The Jedi Sentinel did at last catch up to Charlotte, arriving on the scene just as she assassinated one of the few remaining terrorist cell members. Through the course of his investigation, he realized that Connes was not the real Connes, and begun tracking the imposter, Charlotte, which eventually lead to this moment. Had the Jedi Sentinel been just a few seconds quicker, he may have been able to stop Charlotte from completing yet another successful assassination.

When she saw the Jedi Sentinel standing not far from her when she turned around with her sniper rifle in hand, though she was surprised--it did not show on her face. But the two staring at each other for a moment, sizing one another up, they could not have been more of a stark contrast between one another. A strong Force-Sensitive facing one who is so far from being such a thing. A serene warrior and knight of the Republic, and a detached assassin and spy of the Empire. A being of light whose identity is set and exclaimed through their piety in a mystery that binds all life together; and a unfeeling being in the service of a dark Empire whose identity has become utterly fluid flowing within freely within destructive and subversive tides. The two could not be more of an example of polar opposites of each other, and they both knew it that brief moment.

The question for Charlotte in this moment was: is her extensive training and inherent skills and abilities enough to escape this Jedi? The answer proved remarkable to many as it had been wondered if in that sort of situation, if would have been possible. But, Charlotte's impressive abilities and display showed that it could be done. (See RP Sample: "What She Did" for a detailed account and telling of the confrontation.)

But her accomplishment was not without its price as she was left blind in her left eye and right having been sliced out by the Jedi's lightsaber. Her body was sustained severe injuries from being so close to the plasma explosion. That to bring body back to its former glory she had to receive numerous surgical cybornetic implants both her legs, back, and right arm. Because of the crude cybernetic implant for her right eye being done with limited cybernetics and talent available to the tiny Nar Shaddaa clinic her mangled form was initially delivered to--the scar and the massive gash in her right eye to her right temple never healed properly. The surgeons of Imperial Intelligence when she finally returned to them did what they could, but the cybernetic implant for her right eye was still a crude looking thing. Luckily the prosthetic left eye she was given looked closely to natural eye at the very least, though one of its betraying features it has no pigment for the iris and if one were to look close enough they could see the prosthetic left eye's circuitry within the eye.

With all of her cybernetic surgerys and many weeks--months even--of recovery getting back into shape to serve once more. That is when her superiors altered things for her. Whether the Empire was ruled by the Aristocrats to which she was once one of via her father, or ruled by the Sith Order, it was all relative to her, really. She swore to serve the Empire, and that is all she truly cares about in the end. When the Sith Order usurped power, she learned of her father's death as a result upon her returning to Imperial Intelligence. But, such things such as guilt, grief, sympathy, empathy, and so on--these things she as an agent of Imperial Intelligence was taught to not just distance themselves from eventually completely eradicate from within themselves, thus when she received the news its affect was non-existant to her. In any case, because of what Charlotte proved she was capable of over the course of her entire deep cover mission, she was selected to become apart of the "Silens Agents" within Imperial Intelligence.

The results was her identity was utterly stripped of her, records indicated the daughter of Grand Moff Montgomery Wright was killed with him upon the Sith Order's usurping the Empire. Her existence as Charlotte Wright was no more, she merely existed from that point on as code name "Silens Six" one of the most elite agents of Imperial Intelligence. The Silens Agents purpose is simply a more extensive version of what she did in her last mission, only rather than a simple terrorist cell, it is on large and more grand scale of infiltration--such as the Republic itself or any other grand interplantary government. If the Empire wants a ruling monarch, delegate, poltician, general, admiral, and so on assassinated and/or deep infiltration spy work to be done from within the Republic or even within parts of the Empire itself--it would not be surprising if they utilize a singular Silens Agent with no aid or contact from the Empire as they act utterly independently.

These days her identity as Charlotte Wright has been utterly wiped away from her mind, and if one were to call her by that name if they were to learn it she would not react to it. Not because of ignoring it, but because she simply does not know that name as being her anymore. As far as she is concerned she has no name, she is simply "Silens Six" now--or just "Six" for short. And that is what she became and who she is now.

Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:


The high rise of the landing platform thirteen hundred meters away from the immense heavy freighter transport where refugees pour out into the slums of Nar Shadaa, Charlotte lay prone over the edge of the lip of that high rise landing platform taking aim at one particular individual with her sniper rifle. That individual being one of the few remaining on the list of those she is assigned to eliminate of the terrorist she had for so successfully infiltrated as they attempted to flee to safety. As the individual attempted to sneak aboard the heavy freighter, he stood out from the rest of the refugees for as they flowed out into the scum-filled docks of the Nar Shaddaa, he was going against the flow of the human traffick.

Lining up her shot, aiming just ahead of him so he would effectively step directly in the path of the bullet, and thus, from a certain point of view unwittingly end his own life by their stepping into where the bullet is travelling. It was less than a second after she squeezed the trigger, and the bullet rocketed from the barrel that she heard the snap, crackling sound of a beam bustering into being with its quiet hum. She did not need to see the man's head become nothing more than red mist as it was removed from his shoulders. It was a level of such expect marksmanship, she knew she was right on target the second she pulled the trigger. She just moving to start rising to her feet by the time the bullet ripped through her target's skull and removing a large portion of it.

With her rifle in hand, she turned to the hooded and cloaked Jedi with his lightsaber drawn with its bright blue beam providing the majority of the light there on the empty high rise landing platform. As the two faced one another, all they did was gaze into the others eyes, and she recognized this Jedi to be more of their warrior caste--whatever they may call them she did not know. He in turn recognized her as one of the assassins or spies or whatever label they are placed within the Sith Aristocrats' intelligence agencies.

But a significant level of regard come over the Jedi as all he could sense from the woman before him was resigning to the expectation of death. In other words, she fully expects to die in this confrontation, and has conceded to that fate. What caused the Jedi to hold a good measure of regard for this was those who concede to the inevitability of death in battle, often seek to cause the most destruction and bring down others with them as death claims them. A highly elite soldier or agent fighting without regard or care for their life can threaten life of anyone, even the most mighty opponent, even a Jedi. The Jedi Sentinel as a Jedi, understood this well as a Jedi's life is sacrifice to their duty, and in this confrontation--that is essentially what the agent before him submitting herself to--destroying a powerful enemy of the Empire she serves even it costs her, her life.

The hardest fight of Charlotte's life would take only a matter of seconds to begin and end.

"No sense in sacrificing your life for them, agent.", said the Jedi in a calming tone.

An amused smile came upon her visage as she replied with her charming accented voice, "If I said the same to you in regards to those you seek to protect, what would your reply be to me, Master Jedi?"

"My actions are out of protection--not murder, agent."

"So are mine, Master Jedi.", she was quick to reply, "You are protecting them because they sympathize with your Republic, may even fight for your Republic's citizens--help you protect your people. I am killing them because they seek to kill the citizens of my Empire, Master Jedi, they are murdering my people. Are the innocent civilians--the simple citizens of the Sith Empire not worthy of consideration for your Jedi protection? Are they too beneath your notice, Master Jedi--something worth sacrificing for your Republic...?"

The Knight was slightly taken aback by the allogation and what Charlotte was attempting to imply and incenuate about he and the Jedi. He was about to respond, but just as he openned his mouth--Charlotte swiftly swung her sniper rifle around, lifting it only to hurriedly shoot from the hip. The Jedi's super-human reflexes enabled him to only oh-so-narrowly draw his lightsaber and deflect the blast. With the kickback of the rifle, regardless of how quickly Charlotte managed to recover form it, the astounding speed of the Sentinel enabled him to already be right there in her face slicing the sniper rifle in two with his blade.

Charlotte immediately let go of her rifle as the Jedi sliced in two, but even so the iluminating green beam of his lightsaber grazed her right bicep--not enough to cut it off but still leave a deep gash. She was left only with her left hand to rely upon because of it. She hissed in response to the excrutiating pain of her burning wound.

But the Jedi was still coming after her, she quickly dove to her side as she drew her pistol as the metal clank of something was heard having fallen out of her right sleeve unto the cold metal floor of the landing pad. The Jedi went to glance at what it was, but the danger of the rapid amount of her shots being fired at him from her blaster took his attention away from it. He realized then she was ambidextrious as she fired her pistol with incredible accuracy that even with someone of his ranking within the Order struggled to maintain deflecting them.

The second her energy cell clip emptied though, he threw his lightsaber right at her head. As fast as she could she tried to jump out of its diameter as spun like a buzz-saw. Even even with her best attempt, it still managed to catch her right eye cavering a deep vicious gash into her head, luckily for her not quite deep enough to cut into her grey matter. She screamed in agony as she crashed upon the cold metal floor from her dive.

With all of her years of training though, she still had enough presence of mind to swiftly draw her bootstrap blaster. Hurriedly firing three shots, one that was at the Jedi's stomach but was easily blocked away. The other two missed him completely.

Within the initial split second, the Jedi presumed that the other two shots that missed was do to her lack of depth perception now lacking her right eye. But it was after that fraction of a second he felt it, and irregardless of how swift his Jedi speed may carry him--it would not have been enough to react quickly enough to save him. Death--his impending, inevitable death. It was an explosion--one generated from a small plasma gernade. That was the metal clank he heard hitting the metal floor beneath his feet... and that is what she shot to make it explode. In a blinding yellow flash of burning light that completely consumed the Jedi utterly incenerating him--the force of the blast blew Charlotte right off of the landing platform and sending her crashing down upon a massive cargo freighter twenty meters below.

The Jedi assumed that her diving away was not just to avoid his attacks but also to play to what proved to be her greatest strength, her great accuracy with firearms. But in reality, she was diving away from him to attempt to get out of the blast radius of the small plasma gernade she deceptively dropped and kept the Jedi's attention away from--making her deadly accuracy the threat he felt and not the explosive. But despite her successful deception, her injuries in the end were still severe and only so very narrowly survived the encounter.

She woke several weeks later soaking in a medical kolto tank within a run down free clinic in the slums of Nar Shaddaa; delivered there by the pilot of the freighter she landed on. Numerous cybernetic implants were given to her to simply enable her body to be functional and even walk properly. Her left eye was blinded by the bright flash of the explosion thus replaced with a prosthetic cybernetic eye. An entire cybernetic fitting was given for her right cybernetic eye, though because of the limited resources of the free clinic it was crudely done.

The volunteer doctors and nurses of the free clinic never saw slip out of the establishment after she woke in the dead of night. Still a broken figure but able to move at least on her own, she stowed away on a cargo ship returning to Sith Empire space.