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Welcoming the Imperial Brethren
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| Agapos_the_Ninth | Date: Sunday, 06 May 2012, 10:15 AM | Message # 1 |
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| When word came to the people of Monor II that his Majesties Imperial Intelligence department was sending a delegation to visit there was great celebration in the honour of their arrival. A feast was laid out in the halls of all the temples of the capital of Agaposia and a te deum was sung to the highest heights. The Monorian Fleet's IPV-1s streaked around the system leaving wonderous ion trails which would glow for days in the skies, forming intricately beautiful patterns.
Crowds assembled in the main square next to the Palace-Cathedral in which Agapos waited to greet his new friends from the Empire. Nodding his most blessed ascent to the crowd and filling their hearts with a few select verses of poetry and scripture even as they were allowed to indulge in the gifts of the flesh from the Granary of the MAKER.
Banners such as "WELCOME IMPERIAL INTELLIGENCE :)" were visible among the crowd. Delegates of the Divine Fire, it's Canon and Prior among them, stood along side Agapos alongside the representatives of a dozen other orders and various dignitaries from across the galaxy. After the sermon, they launched into a round of cheerful hymns at the expected hour of their Imperial friends arrival.
His Most Holy Majesty Priest Prince Agapos IX
Divine Ruler of Monor II, Lord of the Heavens, Charioteer of the Wagon of the Sun, Steersman of the Barque of the Sun, Guardian of the Secret Knowledge, Lord of the Horizon, Keeper of the Way, the Flail of Mercy, the High Born One, the Never Dying King &c
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| Skyler_Brennan | Date: Wednesday, 08 Aug 2012, 6:55 PM | Message # 2 |
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| "Well, they know how to put on a show, the Susevi," the pilot remarked as the sound of the shuttle's engines faded away. He, Brennan, and the Emperor's guardsman were huddled in the cockpit, looking out the viewport at the revelry in the Palace square. A show indeed, and Brennan the star. Ignorant fools, he thought to himself. Or perhaps not so ignorant. He'd worked too hard on his cover to have his face and name broadcast all over the Doldur Sector. There was no way he was going out there—as Skyler Brennan, that is.
"What's your rank, pilot?" Brennan asked, one of the few things he'd said during the trip, much to the discomfort of the talkative pilot.
"Flight Officer, Sir," the pilot said, his voice suddenly formal, his posture stiffening as he added, "My name's—"
"Well congratulations," Brennan interrupted, "You've just made Agent, in Imperial Intelligence, no less."
"I'm not sure I—"
"I'll need your flight suit, pilot."
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The guardsman, Kulan, had spoken ever fewer words than Brennan during the long flight to Monor II. Brennan preferred it that way—he usually worked alone, and when occasionally he didn't, he knew there was no point in becoming acquainted with his partner. But moreover, conversation bored him—he kept secrets for a living, and wasn't in the habit of talking about himself. Nor was Brennan interested in Kulan; he knew that the Emperor had sent Kulan on this mission, and thus, the fewer questions asked the better. In this instance, ignorance wasn't bliss, it was insurance. Life insurance.
No, that wasn't the part of this mission that bothered Brennan. He didn't appreciate being sent on what was essentially a clerical job; a cult of religious fundamentalists was suspected to be in control of elements of Monor II's 'planetary defense' fleet, and he'd been sent to interview Monorian officials and review personnel documents, do background checks, and so on. The Monorians, obviously, had another idea--to fete him about before the cameras and bore him near to death with ceremonies and pious commemorations. Didn't these people understand subtley? Much less secrecy?
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"I'd rather avoid the fanfare," Brennan told Kulan with a shrug as he pulled the pilot's flight boots—snug, to say the least—onto his feet. "Besides, I have a feeling I'll find out more with my eyes and ears on the street, and if not, there'll be plenty of time to interview the Monorians tomorrow."
"What about me, Sir?" the pilot asked, now dressed in the slightly-too-large Coruscant-chic attire that Brennan had been eager to shed.
"Enjoy yourself," Brennan told him. He breathed a sigh of relief as the helmet fit him, then continued, his voice muffled through the helmet: "I have a feeling the Susevi are going to show you a good, if long and boring time. Maintain your cover and who knows? You might be up for Director Isard's job before you know it."
The pilot didn't seem comfortable with this, but knew he was powerless in this situation. He sighed, and hit the control panel to lower the boarding ramp.
"Skyler Brennan"
Imperial Intelligence
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| Kulan | Date: Wednesday, 08 Aug 2012, 8:34 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Kulan wasnt one for talking, not unless it was needed, which made Skyler the smart man for not attempting to strike up any conversation between Kulan and himself. For most of the flight though Kulan had locked himself away in the AT-PT cargo hold in the far back of the shuttle, the large empty and dark room only being touched by the sound of the humming from the engines. He hadn't come alone though, two more guardsmen where selected from the others to accompany him, both standing on the other side of the locked door, guarding it and preventing anyone from disturbing Kulan. He didnt like this set up one bit though, being ordered to Monor II with the populace already knowing that an Imperial agent was arriving. It wasn't difficult to tell that they were waiting in mass when the loud cheering began to filter into the cargo hold as the engines died down. With the slight impact of the landing he knew that they had finally touched down, the door opening to the cargo hold as he stood silently and stepped out. His hand grabbed the heavy robes that he had left sitting on the seat nearest to the door, looking towards the pilot as he noticed that Skyler had exchanged his uniform for the pilots, a good plan indeed.
He had his own thoughts on the matter though as he covered his armor in the heavy swath of clothing, just barely nodding to the agent and pilot as he stepped back into the cargo bay, the two other guardsmen following him as they would let the pilot and Skyler deal with the masses, something which Kulan wasn't suited for. In the dark shadow of the shuttle an access hatch to the cargo hold opened slowly and silently, letting the guardsmen drop out under the shuttle unnoticed before they would slip into the shadows. Hiding themselves through the force and the shadows of the alleys and buildings to make them appear as nothing more than shadow of a figure just in the corner of a beings eye.
Dark Jedi Master
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