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Vorne: A Short Story

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"You understand your orders, Sergeant?" Lieutenant Vorne asked. He was an exceptional commander, though he'd been talking about retirement more and more lately. The man was getting up there in years. He'd finally given up on his thinning hairline last year and shaved his head; the hair never grew back. "Affirmative, sir,' Jorgan replied. He was standing in Vorne's office alongside Torv to receive orders for their next target, while the man sifted through the holodisks on his desk. A rogue SIS agent was selling intel to a Moff on Ilum, and had to be stopped. The information had just come the lieutenant's desk that morning, and Vorne was moving them out immediately. This wasn't Jorgan's first friendly target, but it still made his gut twist every …show more content…

A person can only lie and steal for so long until it became a permanent part of them. Actually, Jorgan pitied them. That was no kind of life. He enjoyed the simplicity of being a soldier, finding his target, completing the mission, and going home with a clean conscience knowing that he'd made the galaxy a little safer. An hour later, the two snipers were on a Republic transport along with a squad of commandos bound for the Outer Rim. The four man squad glanced over from time to where Jorgan sat with his sniper rifle, and Torv with his gadgets. They both wore lighter armor for mobility, and the commandos found it hilarious. It was fairly easy to ignore, given that Jorgan needed to figure out how to identify their target. He had a name, Nela Toyorla, and a vague description: blond, blue eyes, and the Moff liked to fight her during the day and bed her at night. Suppressing a shiver, Jorgan forced himself to stay focused on the aspects that would help them recognize her, instead of what kind of a person would trade their government, and body, to a man like Trenton. The file said she might have recently acquired a new facial tattoo in order to obscure her features. Problem was, no one knew what it was, and there wasn't an image of her in the file. That usually meant she went deep, which also meant she had access to the worst kinds of …show more content…

"We'll save their asses one day. Then they'll be grateful." His datapad chirped, and he reached around to unhook it from his belt right as the ship dropped out of hyperspace. It was a message from Synmari: We need to talk, call me back as soon as you can. S. The Cathar swore silently, he'd never managed to rendezvous with her before she left port, something she was clearly angry about it. Surely she didn't expect an answer right before an op. Granted, Jorgan hadn't told her he'd be out of contact, but she shouldn't be surprised. His missions were top secret. Closing the message, he hooked the datapad back on his belt. They could talk later. The marque switched on to announce they'd arrived at Ilum, so Jorgan and Torv collected their gear and made for the shuttle bay. As they passed, one of the commandos cupped his hands to his mouth, "Don't miss!" Another round of laughter rolled through the men, while Torv began muttering again.

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