The transmission was garbled when it reached the quarters of one Ronhar Tane ; the photons dancing erratically in the soft blue (or whatever color you prefer - I LOVE alternate colors on things in this Universe) light from the Imperial's personal holoprojector.
The shadowy form of an injured - but alive! - familiar acquaintance greeted the man's eyes: with one eye swollen shut and scabbed-over, thick claw marks that ranged from the top of her shoulder and down over to the center of her sternum, the half-dressed Amaran looked like she had seen far better days! The holo-image winked out of existence for a moment, then reappeared to show the lithe fox alien drinking from a thermos sporting an Imperial symbol for a moment, before winking out again; when the young woman reappeared, her bushy tail was sweeping the unseen ground behind her, and her good eye was focused and filled with a light of resolve that was visible even on the holo-image.
The gray-furred Amaran, clad in modest nightwear and even with an eye swollen shut, criss-crossed in a patchwork of freshly-applied bacta patches and despite missing a shocking amount of fur on one side of her face - the darkness of the holo-image suggested a blaster burn - was nonetheless smiling broadly and left-sidedly at her Confederation contact. She held up her left wrist to display the Galactic Empire's Citizen Registry Interface tattoo in stark ghost white on the back of her left hand - while not specifically associated with the Confederation, it was as close as she could get to a salute at the moment, half-awake and weary as she was.
Thinking better of it, the lithe fox alien raised two fingers in what she hoped was a polite enough salute anyway.
"I have fought in the skirmish on Genarius, under a Mercenary alias, and no one suspected a thing." Her she smiled tiredly, ears lowering as she briefly yawned, "I have acquired Sorosuub technology that will be of great interest to ALL sections of the Imperial Military; it is for the honor, glory and safety of both the average citizens of the Empire, and their military personnel that I offer my findings to you."
Another tired, weary salute followed, even despite the fire in the Amaran's eyes. "For honor and glory!"
The shadowy form of an injured - but alive! - familiar acquaintance greeted the man's eyes: with one eye swollen shut and scabbed-over, thick claw marks that ranged from the top of her shoulder and down over to the center of her sternum, the half-dressed Amaran looked like she had seen far better days! The holo-image winked out of existence for a moment, then reappeared to show the lithe fox alien drinking from a thermos sporting an Imperial symbol for a moment, before winking out again; when the young woman reappeared, her bushy tail was sweeping the unseen ground behind her, and her good eye was focused and filled with a light of resolve that was visible even on the holo-image.
The gray-furred Amaran, clad in modest nightwear and even with an eye swollen shut, criss-crossed in a patchwork of freshly-applied bacta patches and despite missing a shocking amount of fur on one side of her face - the darkness of the holo-image suggested a blaster burn - was nonetheless smiling broadly and left-sidedly at her Confederation contact. She held up her left wrist to display the Galactic Empire's Citizen Registry Interface tattoo in stark ghost white on the back of her left hand - while not specifically associated with the Confederation, it was as close as she could get to a salute at the moment, half-awake and weary as she was.
Thinking better of it, the lithe fox alien raised two fingers in what she hoped was a polite enough salute anyway.
"I have fought in the skirmish on Genarius, under a Mercenary alias, and no one suspected a thing." Her she smiled tiredly, ears lowering as she briefly yawned, "I have acquired Sorosuub technology that will be of great interest to ALL sections of the Imperial Military; it is for the honor, glory and safety of both the average citizens of the Empire, and their military personnel that I offer my findings to you."
Another tired, weary salute followed, even despite the fire in the Amaran's eyes. "For honor and glory!"