Galactic Empire: Serving the New Order

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Four days passed before you were called upon again. Gathered in the usual briefing room, there was no wait at all until the Vice Admiral appeared. He looked over the group and nodded, "I see that you've all met. Hopefully, Major Rannick, the new members of your team will have sound judgement."

He paused and stepped to the side as the holoscreen on the wall turned on. After a moment where it focused, the image of a sand coloured planet appeared, with a couple of moon orbiting slowly, "Yesterday, we recieved word from Imperial Command on Coruscant. It seems that one of our deep cover agents has stolen a new prototype starfighter from a secret Rebel base. The location of the base is still unknown to us, as we have lost contact with our agent. The last transmission that was recieved indicated the agent was being tracked by several Rebel groups. As the starfighter had a tracking device in it, the agent was ambushed each time he escaped."

For a moment, the image of the planet shimmered, then the Vice Admiral motioned to the planet itself, "This is Tatooine, the last known location of our agent. He was supposed to meet with the local Moff to transfer the starfighter, but it seems that a group of Rebels caught up with him again and he was shot down. Though we know he crashed in the desert, we do not know the location. The Star Destroyer that patrols the system is already in orbit and the planet itself has been locked down. No ships have arrived or left since yesterday. We know the prototype and our agent is down on that planet.

"Your job is to find them both, if possible. Priority goes to the prototype fighter, but our agent is just as important. All of the resources of the planetary garrison will be at your disposal. Once you are dropped off, the fleet will be leaving as we have been assigned to track down the base that the prototype was stolen from. You will be reporting directly to the local Moff, who should be arriving soon after we do, adding another Star Destroyer to the planetary blockade.

"Any questions?"

 

[Veritas]

Rannick shifts in his seat and speaks up.

"Sir, I understand the necessity of secrecy for a deep cover agent, however, given the circumstances, is there any information on this agent that you can give us? A picture? Their real name or a list of their known aliases? If they survived and made it to one of the local settlements, it would make it much easier to locate them."

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

The Vice Admiral sighed and shook his head, "I would if I knew, Major. However, it seems that the director of Imperial Intelligence has managed to keep the details from even us. All I do have is the callsign: Delta Four. Getting that took calling in favors, and I'm all out of those for now."

 

[dead_radish]

*Sri sighs, and shakes his head.* "So, sir, to sum up: We are to find a man who doesn't want to be found that we can't identify, on a planet full of sand and backwoods rebels. Is that a fair assessment? Do we at least have any orbital scans that might indicate a large concentration of metals in the desert? Are there any natives friendly to the Empire, or neutrals at least?"

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

"You're assessment is correct," the Vice Admiral says, nodding to Sri, "The local Moff likely has more information than I do. I've given you all that I know...this isn't our usual area of space. In fact, we're clear on the other side of the galaxy, but it seems that the Moff personally requested us and the Emperor allowed it. We'll be leaving hyperspace in about ten minutes and then you'll be on your own."

 

[Veritas]

Rannick furrows his brow at the Admiral's last words.

"Sir? The local Moff requested us specifically? I don't want to downplay our ability or fame... even given our recent setback... but isn't that a little strange?"

 

[Lobo Lurker]

Looks like I'll be a little out of my depth on this one. I'm good with fear and intimidation... but that's not especially useful against people whose help you need. The tall stormtrooper steeples his hands and considers the planet.

Tattoine eh? Never heard of it... "Is there anything in general we should know about this planet sir? Is it tactically or commecially important in any way? Are there any sesitive issues here? Or should I save these questions for the Moff?"

 

[dead_radish]

*Sri takes another deep breath, and closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them, seemingly much more relaxed.* "I apologize, Vice Admiral, for my prior tone. I think we'd best save our questions for the local Moff - you're just giving us a ride, and delivering the message."

 

[doghead]

Devlin Tremblane, ISB Agent.

Devlin listens, but says nothing for the moment. To much is unknown to make any real judgements at this point.

He thinks that Sri assessment is a fairly good one, and he nods in response to Rannick's question. In light of the points Sri just raised, its a damn fine question. Half way across the galaxy is a long way to go to collect a few soldiers. And while the Dragons carry the 'elite' monika, they, in Devlin's assessment, perhaps deserve, at best, the monika 'talented'. Untested, unproven, and inexperienced.*

ooc: being only level 3 (at most) suggests that they are a long way from the 'the best in their fields'.

BTW, what does Moff stand for?

 

[ImperialMilitary]

Bruck sat silently, slowly taking in the reactions of all the rest of his new unit. Well it's baptism by fire time. We'll see if we can work together or not. I don't like the lack of solid intel more then any of the rest of you. I've seen that kill too many troopers. But not liking it ain't gonna change it. Lightly drumming his fingertips on the top of the helemt that rested in his lap, he grinned and decided to try and break the somber mood that had permiated the room. "Sounds like a challange. By the Emperor a scavanger hunt in the desert, another glorious day for the black and white."