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Cadet 3854 rose from the chair and stretched his back until something popped. His hair, all done up in braids, extensions and thin silk ribbons adorned with pearls and small gold beads, moved in a lightly chiming mass against his neck and upper back. The IMP INT hair and make-up expert looked pleased with her handiwork as he inspected himself and lightly tugged at one of the hidden steelsilk garottes woven into the thin braids.
”They won't come loose until you pull hard. I'll let you get into costume now, the transport will arrive in 10 minutes.”
He nodded at her as she left, still touching his hair to get the feel of where his weapons were hidden in it. The costume wasn't much more than a belt and a thin bandolier in white leather with artful strips and bands of silk fastened to it in layers, all in white, aqua and palest blue just like the silk in his black hair. There were thin gold and silver bangles and chains for his arms and delicate white sandals tied in interlocking patterns up his calves. Everything was designed to match, flatter and show off his blue skin and trim body. It took hardly any time at all to strip out of his uniform and put it all on.
The last bit of the disguise was the collar that had lain hidden under the silk. A white slave collar trimmed in pale blue patterns, elegant and expensive. Wearing it he would be a Chiss slave. Something so rare it was almost unheard of, something to brag about and show off, something to use and abuse. And the reason he had been chosen for the op. His target wouldn't be able to resist and he would make agent in record time if he pulled it off well enough.
He held the collar in his hands for a moment before turning it so he could inspect the mechanisms inside. A miniature locator device, check. A small hidden lever that would let him open the collar himself if needed, check. The miniature chock-devise that would give him a mild little shock to let him know when to simulate real pain, check. And the real shock-collar funktion retooled to use as a taser weapon with the collar off, check.
He allowed himself a quiet sigh, barely more than a puff of air, then he put the collar on and locked it in place. The click of the lock was loud in the quiet room. He turned for a last look in the mirror. The rare exotic Chiss slave dancer looking back at him felt like a warning - or maybe just him in another reality. He quickly looked away again, face kept firmly neutral and hands loose by his sides. Time to get going.
The silk shimmered and slid over his skin as he walked, hiding and showing his thighs and sides by turns. The gray cloak by the door went over his shoulders. With the hood flicked up he was covered again, at least for now. His timing was excellent as the transport, a covered four man speeder from a local luxury brand, landed outside just as he left the room. His Human partner and observer for the op, Agent 63 - dark skinned, pale eyed and calm, nodded at him and fell in step in front of him as he made for the exit. He ignored the thin white leather leash 63 held rolled up in her right hand as he followed, two steps behind her.
He had a target and a vector for the kill, time to show off his hardwon skills and finally earn his agent designation - hopefully not post mortem.