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The gentle hum of the hover-van was all that could be heard as Marcella and her troop sat inside. There were three of these vans in total, each numbering a squad of six armed troopers. The quiet atmosphere no longer made Marcella nervous; this is the fifth sting operation that she is taking part of as a member of the ICA: Imperial Consolidation Authority. The local Corellians have taken to calling it the Imperial Collaboration Association.
"Collaborators," they would spit with disgust. A word that has become lower than scum.
Many of those who joined the ICA were like Marcella: those who found it futile to challenge the change in the status quo. For Marcella herself, being a secret agent of the Republic meant that she had nowhere to go if the Republic did not exist anymore. Without a means of income, Marcella turned to the Empire for employment.
Her expertise as a highly skilled cyber-security analyst has been instrumental in uncovering false identities of several Corellians in the system trying to smuggle weapons for various resistance groups. Although not a particularly good shot with a blaster, Marcella's skills and cooperation within the ICA has placed her in command of a Garm Unit: the ICA's elite combat team. They look nearly identical to the Empire's own soldiers, including weaponry, with the exception of possessing red stripes along various armor pieces to clearly mark them as ICA regulars. Marcella herself was similarly geared, but maintained the officer's cap as the team leader.
The plate behind them sounded with a knock.
"ETA 2 minutes," the driver reported.
The team double-checked their arms, voicing words of encouragement to each other as they made the final approach to the warehouse. It was located by one of the smaller spaceports around the city of Tyrena. Being part of the wealthier side of Corellia, the planet itself notorious for its rebellious attitude, the city was ripe with potential sponsors for insurgencies against the new galactic order.
Their target is Kislyi Valorum, who has been the kingpin of the local weapons trafficking ring. By tracing the complicated list of transactions, undoubtedly designed to make the average slicer lose track, Marcella could only conclude that Valorum has a wealthy benefactor supporting him. The man needed to be taken in for questioning, hopefully to provide information that would allow them to shut down the problem at the source of the money.
Marcella keyed the cross-team intercom. "Garm One reminding all Garm units that the target is to be taken alive. The rest are to be dealt with at your discretion."
The caravan came to a stop as she finished and the doors opened.
"Sweep the area. No escapees. Garm One out," she ordered and shut off the comms.
The ICA troopers exited their vehicles with proper coordination, covering each other as they fanned out to cover as much ground as possible.
"Collaborators," they would spit with disgust. A word that has become lower than scum.
Many of those who joined the ICA were like Marcella: those who found it futile to challenge the change in the status quo. For Marcella herself, being a secret agent of the Republic meant that she had nowhere to go if the Republic did not exist anymore. Without a means of income, Marcella turned to the Empire for employment.
Her expertise as a highly skilled cyber-security analyst has been instrumental in uncovering false identities of several Corellians in the system trying to smuggle weapons for various resistance groups. Although not a particularly good shot with a blaster, Marcella's skills and cooperation within the ICA has placed her in command of a Garm Unit: the ICA's elite combat team. They look nearly identical to the Empire's own soldiers, including weaponry, with the exception of possessing red stripes along various armor pieces to clearly mark them as ICA regulars. Marcella herself was similarly geared, but maintained the officer's cap as the team leader.
The plate behind them sounded with a knock.
"ETA 2 minutes," the driver reported.
The team double-checked their arms, voicing words of encouragement to each other as they made the final approach to the warehouse. It was located by one of the smaller spaceports around the city of Tyrena. Being part of the wealthier side of Corellia, the planet itself notorious for its rebellious attitude, the city was ripe with potential sponsors for insurgencies against the new galactic order.
Their target is Kislyi Valorum, who has been the kingpin of the local weapons trafficking ring. By tracing the complicated list of transactions, undoubtedly designed to make the average slicer lose track, Marcella could only conclude that Valorum has a wealthy benefactor supporting him. The man needed to be taken in for questioning, hopefully to provide information that would allow them to shut down the problem at the source of the money.
Marcella keyed the cross-team intercom. "Garm One reminding all Garm units that the target is to be taken alive. The rest are to be dealt with at your discretion."
The caravan came to a stop as she finished and the doors opened.
"Sweep the area. No escapees. Garm One out," she ordered and shut off the comms.
The ICA troopers exited their vehicles with proper coordination, covering each other as they fanned out to cover as much ground as possible.