There was something more exciting than sneaking into a man’s hotel room to kill him. Meeting up with him a few days later in the old Senate building was one of them. Transformed from the center of Republic politics into a hub of the Imperial oppression, the building was a rabbit warren of passages and offices. The central chamber was rarely used these days, although there was talk of the Moffs gathering on Imperial Center for some sort of meeting. If that ever happened, security would be astronomically tight.

However, at the moment it was relatively easy for Lilaena to slip inside, showing a press pass that she’d had forged a week earlier. Dressed smartly in a charcoal pantsuit with a crisp white shirt underneath, she followed the other reporters to the room where a press conference was being held. Press conferences were something new, now that the Emperor was gone. The Tarkin girl would be fielding questions (carefully prepared and pre-approved questions) about the current state of the Empire. Before entering the conference room, Lilaena slipped into the restroom for beings of the female persuasion.

The scar that ran vertically down her face was covered carefully with makeup to blend it into her skin. A slight ridge was visible in the wrong lighting. Colored contacts had turned her hazel eyes blue, and she’d used color-crawlers in her hair to alter it to a dirty blonde. She stuck a stylus behind her ear and adjusted the frames on her face. A holo feed could be turned on with the touch of a button, visible to her eyes only.

Datapad in hand, she strode through the halls like she belonged in them, heels clicking on the tiled floors. Reaching the offices that Sevon kept when he was in Imperial Center, like right now, she entered without hesitation and walked up to the receptionist.

"Sara Tegast from WGN, here for the interview with Executor Sevon." She smiled through her spectacles, noting the lack of windows in this outer office. And the two guardsmen standing by the other door. "I'm a little early."