Day 2
Armand Isard's Apartment, Courscant
Armand sighed in resignation as he looked over the report that he'd taken home over the CI trooper scandal that had suddenly erupted on the holonet. While he was fairly certain that the video had been faked and that it had spread just a bit too quickly across the holonet, all he knew was that people were starting to ask uncomfortable questions about the CI troopers in general as well as the concept of clones deserting from the GAR.
Still, it was nothing he couldn't solve. As he started up his personal computer he was already beginning to form a plan of how to best discredit and suppress the news...
That was when he heard the door to his apartment open. Without hesitating he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a holdout pistol, beginning to quietly make his way towards the entrance. This was hardly the first time an assassin was sent to try and kill him, though even so it was odd that-
Armand's thought process was cut off as he saw a blur of motion out of the corner of his eye, and before he could turn and raise his pistol in time to kill the intruder it was blasted out of his hands, followed by a bolt hitting him in his flank and knocking him to the floor. As he groaned in pain he looked up to see a figure in CI armor looming above him, a pistol pointed straight at his head.
"...Palpatine or Ciaran?" Armand spat out, his breathing increasingly ragged. "You have to be working for one of them. You wouldn't have managed to get this far without either of their help or had the nerve to pull the trigger on me without one of them backing you, and I'm too well-shielded from Dooku."
"Irrelevant," the armored figure replied, their voice heavily modulated.
"Haaah...well, what are you waiting-"
Armand's eyes widened before he started to chuckle bitterly. "Ahhh, so that's what you're doing," he said, realizing that there was probably one camera in his apartment that would "conveniently" capture the image of a CI trooper firing the killing shot. "Clever. A shame I have to be the victim, but I can't help but admire what you're about to do."
"You are remarkably calm, given that you are about to die."
"The Isards make their own luck. It may take a generation, but Ysa-"
The sound of a blaster bolt impacting flesh echoed through the apartment. The armored figure quickly checked over it to make sure his task was complete before exiting, leaving behind Armand's body.
Unbeknownst to him, a young girl made her way out of the closet and looked at the body of her father.
And in that moment a seed of vengeance was planted in Ysanne Isard's icy heart...