Galen had been given precise orders.
Sat next to a fellow officer of the ISB, he was in 'plain clothes'. Today Galen was a member of the Scrappers Guild, here on a business trip, an impromptu inspection of - so the dossier in his case read - of a planetside facility. He was sitting on a passenger haulier, fake IDs in place and a caf in his hand.
It was a perfect cover.
When the vessel landed, he disembarked with his colleague, and they made their way to a taxi bank. Across the city, dozens of other ISB agents would be doing likewise, following their orders, to arrive under any one of dozens of cover stories and then - vanish. Once inside the cab, the journey was short to the palace of the 'Sultana', the ruler of the planet and a known Sith dissident.
The cab pulled up and out stepped Galen Terco - or, to use his cover name Hask Vandeem.
He walked to a nearby caf stand and order two - one for the pair of agents. "Blimey this is hot." he cursed under his breath. "Anyway. We've got quite a regime of inspections to undertake, so we best get our bearings." he added, seeking to kick start their endeavour to fulfil their part of this mission, and infest this world with Imperial spies.
OOC - @LadyRen @Eccles death disabled if at all possible. This thread takes place at the same time as great treachery does on Junction. This mission is a covert operation.
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