As a Commander of the Imperial Peacekeepers, Levik had control over pretty much all law enforcement activities on the planet of Taris. He knew where patrols would go, he knew which undercover agents was inbedded in which gang and more importantly to his current endeavours; he knew the rotten apples of his own peacekeeper force. The best of them -and the most reliable- he had recruited into his own personal unit, his security detail and members of his staff. He could ensure, therefore, that as he rested his tired eyes in the solitude of this hangar he wasn't about to get ambushed by anyone of the Empire's or the Exchange's enemies.
This hangar, you see, wasn't Imperial. It was privately owned by a Troig named Eccle'baal. It wasn't frequented by commercial or civilian pilots as its only clientel were members of guests of the Taris Exchange. Levik himself wasn't even in uniform, but wore a worn leather jacket over of neat black pants and dress shoes. He still carried the air of a military man as trained and served in the Eriadu Navy before being reassigned to the Peacekeepers after the Empire took control of his homeworld. The rigidness of his posture and the uprightness of his frame would never truly leave him or allow to be hidden. The same went for his men, six of them being posted spread out in the hangar with their pistols in easy-to-reach holsters. They weren't as fast as Preef Callo -who was, really- but they were there to make sure their guest didn't get any ideas.
"Commander," Levik's communications officer approached him, holding a datapad attached to an imperial navcomputer. "The Blackbird is heading this way. He's here." Levik rubbed his eyes one last time before he opened them and nodded towards his lieutenant. "Alright, take positions-" he pushed himself away from the durasteel wall he'd been leaning against and walked over to the back of the hangar to allow the ship the room to land. "-oh and prepare the office." It was bad form to request someone from Crow's calibre to come all the way to Taris and not at least offer him a comfy chair and a few decades old whiskey.
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