Onnie / Informant

Lop Mijikai-Kegawa/Onnie/The Informant

(I) Interviewer (L) Lop Mijikai (I) “let’s begin shall we?” (L) Oh, it’s starting already. Shit, where do I begin? Should I begin with my date of birth or my name? (I) “Yes, lets start there.” (L) I am Lop Mijikai-Kegawa, but I go by other aliases such as Onnie or the Informant. I was born in 26BBY there on lothal. (I) “Who was your family, and what were they like?” (L) Who was my family and what were they like, you asked? Well, it depends. Which family were you referring to? (I) “You have more than one family?” (L) Yes, 4 families. (I) “Let’s start with your original then go over the other ones. Will that be ok with you?” (L) Sure, the original family were the nicest people you will ever meet. Family

I grew up with a good family who didn’t mind who was in charge if they had a roof over their heads and food on the table. I have a mom, dad and two older sisters. My mother’s name is Hikaru Mei, father’s name is Shin, eldest sister name is Megaumi Noa, and the middle sister’s name is Ayame Sora. In our culture every new family will be given a certain amount of mask for their offspring. Who they are and how that works remains a mystery to me. I never paid much attention to those stories, but I do remember my mother telling me each mask is endowed with some sort of power that kind of gives us our life or something. The males receive the Kitsune mask while the females receive a Megitsune. Both represent either kindness and love or mischievousness. Well, I’m the only one who has got a mischievous side or spirit. So, I’ve been kind of a problem child by pulling pranks or getting into some sort of trouble just because it was fun. I still love and respect my family and I think vice versa. Ever since I was young, I’ve been clumsy since the first time I started to walk. I would either trip or slip and fall. I do sometimes catch myself, but the family does laugh when I fall. They have their own nicknames they call me. My mom will call me either Lop, Lop Lop, or on occasion flopsy lopsy. My two eldest sisters mainly call me flopsy lopsy, loopy lopy or clumsy lopsy. My mother and father both owned and worked at their droid and speeder mechanic shop. That is where we learned to build and program and repair droids and speeders. My oldest sister wanted something else, so she opened a smoll bakery across the street. My second oldest sister, I’m not sure if she went off or stayed. By the time I was 12 I skipped class and went out to the market looking at the various stalls when I was stopped by some man. He pulled me off to the side and asked where my family was and why I was not at school. I answered honestly but it seemed like he didn’t care. Then he said that if I did what he told me to do he would look the other way and pay me some credits. If I didn’t, he would turn me in to the enforcement. So, he told me to go and follow this woman and see where she was heading and what she was doing. Not wanting to get turned in I did as instruct and tailed this woman. She led me somewhere I wasn’t too familiar with, and she met up with someone. I overheard them talking and gathered information on what it was about. Then they went inside and stayed silent. I returned to the guy in the market and told him everything. Looking at me impressed, paid me and left. Later I saw the banners stating Mira and Ephrim Bridger were both arrested and the fugitive they were harboring was collected. Mira was the woman I followed. After seeing that I became interested in listening to other people’s conversations and gathering information. I would later report it to some troopers and in exchange I would get paid and one curfew pass. I figured I would make a killing on being an informant for anyone. Providing my services to anyone that was willing pay. Till I was about 15 I was doing good for myself and then started dabbling into the computer world and seen a fuck ton more opportunities out there. Of course, I started off smoll then grew. Knowing that I was getting into some of the stuff that might comeback and bite me in the ass. I didn’t want my family to get caught up in my shenanigans. So, I moved away from my family so no one could connect the dots and go after them. That would be the last time I would have contacted them.

(I) “Wow, is that all you want to share about your family? Would you like to add some to them? Have you at least contacted since you’ve been away?” (L) Yes, that is all I can share about them. I kind of contacted them somewhat a little later, but that will come a little further in this interview. (I) “You mentioned earlier that you had multiple families, what were the other families?” (L) Well, there were my closest besties and the traitorous goons, and finally the group I am traveling with. (I) “Which one would you like to start with?” (L) Let’s start off with my closest besties.

Besties or homies By age 18 I found two goof balls and brought them under my wing. The old bastard was Siegfried Cocho, and the baby bitch of the group was Ottis Tenaka. Good old Siegy was a little special. He cannot understand other people’s emotions, but he was smart as fuck. Completing math equations as fast as a droid and doing complete puzzles upside down without looking at the pictures. Young pup Oats, he was quite a Broody goof. He grew up in a harsh household where his parents would abuse him both physically and mentally. But he had talent. He would whip up any kind of meal like it was gourmet food, not only that he was excellent at drawing and painting. Now there were other candidates that were better than them. Such as hacking and infiltrating networks or having hot ass bodies. When it came down to it, they were the ones applying and I couldn’t trust them. I had weird and strange feelings about them. I found Siegy when I was monitoring the markets in the sector. He absolutely destroyed the markets out there by hacking. So, I reached out to him and gave him an opportunity. Anyways where were we? Right. We would all go out and party or to crash weddings. I lost my v-card at age 19, accidentally to the groom. OOPS (slight evil chuckle.) We all were great into hacking and gathering information to where we were selling it to whomever would pay the price. Of course, through the years I have experienced people not paying the full price or not paying at all. We either would dig into them to see if they had a past or we would fabricate something to have the empire arrest them. The choice was theirs. We also developed a few things that we knew that if someone else got a hold of they would become more dangerous and powerful. We recreated the quantum computer to have far better processing capabilities. We would monitor all communications in the city and that were being transmitted out. We finished that project by the time two of us were 19 and the other was 33. Not only that, but we also built two more, one for each. During that time were developing this device that would be considered zero-point energy that would use the planet’s energy to keep things powered. A mug full would keep roughly 6 quantum computers powered. It was also capable of being used in vehicles as a power source, so you don’t have to worry about fuel. We have agreed to put all blueprints on three pieces of parchment paper. Each missing 8 pieces to better ensure no one copies the documents. If you hold the documents on top of each other in a bright light, you will be able to see everything. For the next four years we would become popular in the rebel cells’, imperial chatter, and local governmental officials. Splitting the profit into three ways. Through all those years I bonded with them, and we grew close to each other as a weird fucking family. We all kind of knew something wasn’t feeling quite right when we were turning 23. So, we planned to split everything. They would travel to various parts of the galaxy while I stayed back. I will miss those fuckers.

(I) “They seemed like they were fun to be around.” (L) Yes, they were. (I) “Now you mentioned the ones as traitors. Was it these two that you mentioned or were they someone else?” (L) No, they were someone else. Different group. (I) “what did they do to either betray you or your other friends?” (L) These guys never met my two besties. (I) “So, they betrayed you?” (L) Bingo! (I) “How?” (L) I’ll tell you.

[The traitors Now back to when I was barely 20. I found this team who was ex-military special forces. I wanted to know why they were there, so I followed them through the security cams. I found out that there was a criminal trafficking ring in the building where they entered. Patching myself into the building I kind of look out after them. Closing and opening doors for them on the inside. After they cleared it they found this computer console. That is where we talked a little bit. I then warned them to exit or else they would be arrested by imperials. They heeded my warning and left. No more than a few minutes later a smoll squad of imperials entered that very building. A few weeks go by, and I would meet them in person. After about a few hours of conversations they would bring me along on an actual mission. The first mission I was on I found a few carbines the caught my eye. I took them and they said that those were poor quality. I asked them to teach me. They agreed and well I fell in love with blasters. They would teach me about each blaster and how to shoot. It took three years of shooting and training and now I can shoot better. ]

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