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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ankh-Morpork Guard" data-source="post: 2017925" data-attributes="member: 10079">((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."</blockquote>

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