Finally, after months of secretive travel through enemy space, moving from one rotten Confederation outpost to another, creating her backstory and familiarising herself with the ways of this maniacal society, she found herself on Urok Prime, the central world, the capital, a sprawling mass of despotic, brutal concrete and steel. Her contacts placed her amid the squalor of District 5, where she would walk through this cold world as, of all things, a prostitute. Women of easy virtue were everywhere here, and her looks would mean that she would be eventually noticed by the high officials and war criminals she was here to kill, but also be able to blend in when sowing her seeds of chaos. Assassination and sabotage were her mission, and it was a good cover, but one she didn't really relish. She had enough funds to not need to actually do the distasteful deeds necessary to preserve her cover, but to maintain belief and avoid the nosy observations of her new neighbours she was occasionally required to perform the duties of her assigned role...It sickened her, but the needs of the Commonwealth in times of war required sacrifices...

Mya's story continues...