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Silence.
That’s all I recall from the landing area, no grandiose ceremony afforded to us as we made our approach, not that it was needed - indeed, by my recollection such an entrance would have been somewhat counterproductive given our aims. In my younger years I would have struggled to see why we had to sneak in aboard some converted freighter, but as I had weathered with age, perchance I had grown wiser.
You see, there are many faces to the Inquisition, righteous zealot (a facade which many of my esteemed colleagues seem to adopt with a little too much ernst) all the way through to cold-blooded killer, and everything in between. Today we had to adopt the latter, and whilst it repulsed me and went against the grain of my nature, none the less it was the correct course of action.
Two others came with me, only one of which I had worked with before (@Breeso), the other was an enigma to me, and I returned the favor, my own past equally as mysterious. It was the nature of the our profession, to remain unknown even to those with whom we worked. I paused, at the exit ramp of the ship, checking my equipment; a simple Sunspear Pistol, MMCA Armor inlaid with the Inquisitorial Symbol, a lightsaber at my hip.
Simple yet effective.