Colonel Erran Devgoth
Commander, Imperial Intelligence, Exaron Detachment
Vratokh, Exaron, Exaron System
Colonel Devgoth nodded. "Good," he said. "I expected as much." Opening one of his drawers, Devgoth pulled an encrypted datapad from it and handed it across the table to Lieutenant Redge. "The password is your mother's birthday," Devgoth said. "Now, first things first: this is a top secret-compartmentalized project. Only those read onto the program are allowed any information on it. Some of the agents working under you will not even be privy to all of the aspects of the project, only their assigned parts. There is a short list on that datapad of all the people involved in the project in various means, as well as the compartments to which they have access, so you do not accidentally divulge any information to the wrong person. Now, take a moment to read over the basics of the project, and we'll speak after that." Devgoth watched and waited while Redge read the information in the abstract section of the datapad, analyzing the man's reaction to the no doubt shocking information contained within.
When Redge looked up from the datapad, Devgoth said, "As you can see, the shipments aboard the Empire Miccol, as well as the secrecy of what they are intended for, must be carefully guarded. That is why I chose you, Lieutenant Redge; your record to this point has been impeccable. Now, the Miccol will be landing at 2000 local time, at which point you will meet with Special Agent in Charge Sando Qortini. Once you take possession of the shipments, you will transport them to the forests to the east of Vratokh. There, at the coordinates listed on that dapatad, you will find a top-secret facility run by Doctor Christopher Plano, whom you will deliver the shipments to. Do you have any questions?"
Special Agent in Charge Sando Qortini
Imperial Intelligence, Borleias Detachment
Aboard the MV Empire Miccol
SAIC Sando Qortini looked through the eyepieces of his black full-face-sealing mask as the six Imperial Intelligence agents pushed the six sealed, pressurized containers up the loading ramp of the MV Empire Miccol and into the ship. His men were dressed in identical uniforms to his: a black, fully-sealed helmet with integrated mask, its eyepieces opaque from the outside, as well as black combat uniforms complete with gloves and blaster carbines hung at their sides. The Imperial crew of the Miccol stood by warily, eying the Intelligence agents and their cargo with a mixture of suspicion and fear. Good, thought Qortini; he liked it that way. Once all of the containers were aboard, Qortini followed his men back into the cargo hold of the ship, where the agents were already securing the containers magnetically to the floor and ensuring that they were spaced out evenly throughout the bay.
Walking up to one of the containers, Qortini waved the agent next to it back away from it and knelt down. He punched the code into the keypad on the side of the container; there was a loud hiss and an accompanying release of misty air as the container depressurized and the top pushed up and slide to the side. Qortini stood up and looked down into the container, ensuring that all of the precious cargo inside was unharmed and secure. Stepping away from the container, Qortini nodded to the agent, who walked forward again and began resealing and pressurizing the container. Qortini pressed a button on the wall, activating the ship's intercom, and said simply, "Take off."
"Right away, sir," came the shaky voice of the captain's reply, and the engines hummed as they started up. Several minutes later, Qortini settled into a jump seat in the cargo bay as the ship blasted off away from Fondor and into hyperspace.