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The test subject rattled the bars of the cage violently. He had signed up to a ‘Psychological Study’, before he was kidnapped and imprisoned indefinitely. A cloaked figure entered the room. The man had been parched for three days. His weak body experienced a burst of energy upon seeing the glass of water that his captor held. “Please let me out,” he whined, unable to express his anger, and considering it unwise to, even if he could.

“The study’s come to an end,” said the cloaked figure in a hollow voice. “We were monitoring how you cope without water in complete isolation. Now, take a drink of water, you look like you need it,” he said as he unlocked the door to the cell.

The captive rushed to the water with all the energy his body had left in it, and careful not to spill a drop, downed the entire glass. There was no drama, no screaming, no action. He died on the spot.

“Mistress Ivy, this is Mordecai.” Even as an Equite, and one of the brotherhood’s leading alchemists, Mordecai hadn’t forgotten who trained him in the ways of the Dark Side. “The poison is complete. I’ll be returning to my quarters to add the newest ingredients to the formula.”

“No you won’t, Mordecai,” said the familiar aged, female voice on the other end.

“What? Why not? What’s wrong?” There was no answer. She had turned off the comm.

He returned to his office, trying to pay it no mind, he could worry about that when he had finished off the task he had been set. The datapad he left on his desk, containing years of research, had been stolen. He didn’t have to think for very long to work out who the culprit was. The bitch! Stealing from her own student!

“There’s not a lot to this, so let’s keep things short and sweet,” your mission briefing begins. “Ivy’s homeworld was a world named Nam Chorios. Recently, the holonet has reported a mysterious series of deaths on Nom Chorios without an apparent cause. It’s pretty obvious what’s going on.

She has the resources and talents to reproduce the poison and sell it on. Nam Chorios is desolate and ridden with crime, Force-imbued, traceless and colourless poison would fetch a fair price on the black market. This continent in particular, Slem Mal, was ravaged by nuclear warfare over a hundred years ago. No-one bothered to fund any reconstruction, the continent just descended into an every man for himself anarchy. We’ve tracked Ivy’s base of operations to Slem Mal, although we suspect she’s going by a different name here.

Your primary mission is to reclaim the formula for the poison. Ivy dead would be preferable, but don’t jeopardize the mission for it. Your Support Operative will be General Soren of the Plagueian Military. He’s a tactical genius and has researched Slem Mal himself. He’ll be available via commlink for tactical input and intelligence. Good luck.”

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