Galactic Empire: Serving the New Order

[Veritas]

Rannick glances over at Sri and thinks Hmph, first he comes off with a bit of an attitude, then he basically calls the Admiral a delivery boy... I really hope he's not going to be a problem.

He then looks over at Bruck and nods, saying "Excellent attitude, soldier. I think that if we only have 10 minutes remaining before we have to head out, we should all go prepare now and then meet in the hanger bay. By your leave, Admiral?"

When they are permitted to depart, he will say "Devlin, if you can hold up though, I'd like to talk to you for a moment."


ooc: if I may... Moff isn't really short for anything. It's a government title... the Moffs each run a sector... they're the "regional governors" that Grand Moff Tarkin mentioned in A New Hope when General Tagg complained about the Emperor disbanding the Senate. Then the Grand Moffs rule over an over-sector, with all the Moffs reporting to him.

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

((Moffs are in charge of an entire sector of space. Grand Moffs, Tarkin was one, are essentially the right hand to the Emperor. They report to no one but the Emperor himself, and are in charge of essentially every aspect of wherever they happen to be at the time.))


"I believe we were requested for reasons that don't directly effect any of you," the Vice Admiral switched off the holoscreen and stepped to the side, "It seems that this agent was working in our space. There isn't any confirmation of this, but it seems the Moff didn't wish to get his own men involved when he can use those who...'should have done their job in the first place'."

After a short pause, he simply nodded, "It is not for you to worry about. Do your jobs and do it right. Good luck," with a nod, the Vice Admiral stepped out of the room.

Two shuttle trips and a half an hour later, you had traveled from the Dominator, to the Star Destroyer Conquest, to the desert planet below. The shuttle gave you no view of the planet, and when you exited you found yourself inside a well cooled and enclosed hangar. There was no sand or dirt around, instead a chrome durasteel everywhere around. It was like stepping into a starship, though the pilot assured you it was simply a garrison complex outside of a large spaceport.

You were then ushered through a series of halls, passing by many Imperial officers, stormtroopers, and many other folk that looked more like walking trash, before finally arriving in a small, cramped room. There is a table at one end, but no chairs in sight. A door off to the side slides open and a middle aged man with greying black hair and a very clean olive green Imperial uniform steps in. There are no rank insignias or markings of any kind on his tunic, though he carries himself as one would expect from a high ranking noble.

After stepping behind the desk, he leans forward on it, lets out a sigh that sounds like its from exhaustion, and speaks firmly, "I am Wilan Serack, planetary governor of this dustball. I believe your commanding officer has already briefed you before you left, so I'll be quick about this. We know that the starship crashed somewhere in the deep desert to the west. Attempting any kind of recon effort out there is simply a waste of effort unless you've got a good idea of where you're looking, or even what you're looking for, and we don't have the manpower for that. Its possible some of the locals will have gotten to it, as some of them are crazy enough to live out in that hell. Its doubtful that Delta Four would just disappear, if he's alive at all. We've been hoping he would pop up in one of the smaller towns but there's been nothing and we have no idea what he actually looks like. Imperial Intelligence has a serious stranglehold on any of his details.

"We know there is a small Rebel cell somewhere on the planet, though its location is unknown to us. Its likely that they're out there searching just like we are, but considering that they were always one step ahead of Delta Four, its even possible they've already gotten the ship back into their hands."

 

[Veritas]

For AMG and doghead
[sblock]Before we took off, Rannick would have asked Devlin to contact ISB and try to pull in a favor. If this was an Imperial Intelligence mission, ISB might have some other information on the mission, or the agent, and with the rivalry between the two agencies, they might be able to help out, just to show up ImpInt. Unless the info was easy to obtain, he'd have to make the initial transmission from the Dominator, and then give instructions where he could be contacted with the information, if it became available... but I think it would help out. Just a thought. [/sblock]

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Veritas/doghead:[sblock]Sorry about the jump right after you asked something of Devlin, I'd typed it up and had net problems. It went back up and I just hit send. Never saw yours until it was too late. Timewise, there wouldn't be much to send and recieve a response as you guys are being pushed around to get to the right place while Dominator's crew prepares for another jump.

So...will it kill you to try sending that message while on Tatooine? [/sblock]

 

[Veritas]

AMG and doghead, again... heh.
[sblock]Nope, I'd live. heh. It was sort of just to get the ball rolling... send off the request to ISB before we leave... or even from the shuttle or the Conquest... and then hope they get back to us ASAP... but sending from the planet would work for our purposes.. might even mean a quicker reply. [/sblock]

 

[Lobo Lurker]

Archimedes' brow furrows in thought. Glancing at Rannik he says. "Perhaps we should focus on finding the rebels then? I mean, if they have a tracking device on the ship, then we can just confiscate it from them. What do you think Major?"

Turning back to the planetary govenor. "What are the locals out in that region like? What are thier opinions of the Empire? Do they sympethize with the rebels?"

...deserts huh, looks like Bruck and I will need to requisition some armor with desert mods.

 

[doghead]

Devlin, ISB Agent.

* after the briefing *

Devlins steps aside with Rannick. He listens, and nods in agreement.

To Rannick: [sblock]"Sad, but true in too many cases. I'll look into it and see what I can do.

"On a different matter, I have been wondering about whether it might pay to go with something a little more low key, something that doesn't scream "INTERAGENCY COOPERATION" in big letters. Civvies even, although I'm no so sure how the Troopers would feel about that. Or perhaps just something a little more innocuious. I kind of like the idea of people not really knowing who we are until we want thenm to know.[/sblock]

* before getting on the shuttle *

Devlin stomps around his quarters collecting his gear together. Why, in the Emperor's name was it necessary to hold the briefing just be fore we have to depart. What would it have hurt to give us enough time to put together a briefing file on ... on Tantoo ... tooloopoo or whatever the hell it is called and review it. He grabs the last of his things and with one last look around the cabin, slaps the door mechanism and slips out.
Less than 2 minutes. Great.

He sets off a brisk pace, lustily singing the marching song he picked up from the Stormtroopers as he pounds down the corridors.

That should give the II guys something to put in their reports.

* on the shuttle *

If possible, Devlin grabs himself a terminal and begin to put together a file on their destination, its climate, and the key people and places.

 

[dead_radish]

*Sri also asks a few questions, in his turn.* "Sir, do we have any informants on the ground? Any locals that are well-connected? Anyone that we can lean on? And how strong is the rebel presence on this planet? Are the citizens loyal to the Empire, or are they just weaklings that pay lip service, and don't do their true duties? And finally, do you have any air transport, or ground vehicles we can requisition, and any desert gear you can spare?"

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

"The locals are...unpredictable on a good day. But most days, simply hostile. Or at least, out in the desert the Sand People are. But they aren't the only violent locals around...seems that many of the scum working for the local crime syndicate's are just as bad," Governer Serack paused and looked to Sri. He took a moment to thin, then shrugged, "There's informants all over the place. Reliable ones, don't come cheap and still aren't always truthful. We have a few of our own men out there, but they're few and far between. We don't have enough men on this planet to do much good on many fronts other than keeping the peace in the larger cities. Thankfully the Rebels don't cause us too much trouble, but they're definitely out there as they sometimes will hit a supply convoy.

"As for equipment, we'll spare what we can but there isn't much. The airspeeders we've got are old and held together by a few very talented technicians. They won't stand up to too much sand in the intakes from what I'm told, though. There's at least one desert converted AT-AT walker over at Bestine, along with a few speeders."

 

[dead_radish]

*Sri's eyes light up at the Governor's final comment.* "An AT-AT, sir? That could be extremely helpful in our search, I'd think. Give us a height advantage, and firepower if we need it, and cover ground faster. Is it a long haul to Bestine?" *It's clear that his words are simply justifications, though, for his desire to get in a Walker.* "Oh, and these Sand People - are they likely to investigate the crash? Or are they just savages?"