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There was nothing in Kellans file to suggest that what he said was untrue. He was an impressive figure of an officer, with a combat record to match his accolades of loyalty, and for Galen that was enough. The ISB had no reason to doubt the integrity of their intelligence, and combined with the...
Kellan was the only one to reply at this point, so Galen turned slightly to face him. "Excellent." The ISB officer was impressed. There was no way they could have known who had paid for the vehicles, yet they followed the authority with which it came to the letter. Loyal subjects to the Empire...
Galen bristled ever so slightly as Tavell removed his jacket, in flagrant disregard for uniform regulations. However, there was a time and a place to have such a dispute, and this was neither. He looked Kellan up and down, considering how best to make his next move before he spoke again. "I'm...
Galen didn't move as the pair entered the 'inner sanctum'. Instead, he retained his position, looking out of the observation window which cut from the ceiling to the floor and commanded excellent views of the planet below.
"Lieutenant Kalen Solari." the ISB Officer remarked after a moment had...
"It's just a lot of standing around, you know?" ST-1897 harumphed, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned back on the wall of their guard station.
"Well, yeah? It's 'guard duty' man, what did you expect?" came the curt reply from ST-6675.
ST-1897 sighed "It's just not what I thought I'd be...
The Sith had always been a little different.
It turned out that these two were much the same as he had expected, fuelled by their emotions and painfully predictable. Force users had always fascinated him. Their arrogance was palpable, a side effect of being granted immense unnatural powers by...
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Galen looked through the mirrored glass into the 'questioning room'. If the subjects had been brought in already, they would have been bound and brought into the room, placed into their secure interrogation chairs, collared with shockers, and dosed with enough drugs to ensure...
Location: ISB Void, Imperial 'Blacksite'
A Pugio class frigate hung in the darkness of space. Technically the ship did not exist; it could not be found on any imperial records, and its crew had no history within the Imperial Armed Forces; they had simply started work, fully trained and equipped...
It had been quite a long journey from his Core World deployment back here. Yet, Galen had accepted the mission with earnestness when he read the brief.
Wasn't every day you got the chance to uncover a traitor.
Heading toward the interrogation room, Galen had ensured to be adequately briefed...
Galen placed down his datapad, the article flickering out as he turned the device off. Of course, there would be some who viewed the advancement of Imperial industry as ‘corruption’. Always, there would be some who attempted to talk down the Empire's advancement. He tutted under his breath...
The mission was proceeding with haste, just as the pair of ISB Officers liked it. At Terco's recommendation, the men lit the room up - ensuring, within a matter of moments, that no dark space was left in the vault. There was quite simply nowhere for people to hide. Galen turned away from Levik...
It was clear that the ISB agents were growing increasingly concerned with the conduct of the former Sith on their 'team'. However, whilst Galen shared and echoed their worries, he focused on completing the mission. "Acknowledged." he replied over the comms channel to Levik, as he focused on the...
This entire operation was going down hill, and fast. Convinced this had been a trap, or at least an anterior motive driving the mission itself, Galen kept his eye on the former Sith and nodded as Levik spoke. "Belay that, Command." he intoned over the communicator, calling off the airstrike...
Every fibre of Galens body screamed that this was a trap. Here, in the nexus of power of the now-banned Sith Order, and a former member or the Sith Order had neglected to to inform them as to the nature of entities within the Empress' Palace.
Which was literally his job.
Watching as the...
”Target neutralised.” Galen spoke softly into his commlink as his men moved ahead with the next phase of the plan. As far as he was aware, Galen had never actually met Max before today - and as he looked down at the man, who was borne past him by two squadron members, he felt nothing. Max was...
With the signal discreetly sent by Levik, their operation could move into its next phase. As Lieutenants, the two of them commanded a squadron of forty men each. Each man in each squadron had entered the planet over the past short period, embedding themselves as Galen and Levik had done, into...
He had been wanded in weeks.
Standing, arms out to either side, Galen was being wanded.
Dressed in his white ISB uniform, rank insignia picked out clearly on his lapel, black boots, cleanly shaven - he looked like the model Imperial Officer. Lowering his arms when ordered, his code cylinder...
"Guild.." he puffed his chest out ever-so-slightly "It's a Guild." he reminded the Imperial, after all the Guild was very proud of its status, which set them apart from mere 'Scrappers' with the official seal of a Corporate body. "But, if you get us out of the rotation, thanks!" he laughed...