Private Dealing in Secrets

[Marlon Sularen]

D E A L I N G_I N_S E C R E T S

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CHOLGANNA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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When it came to engaging in the game of galactic politics, information was key. Information is what allows you to stay ahead of the competition, enabling you to outmaneuver them at every corner no matter how hard they try. Without it you get left behind by the turning pages of history, or worse stabbed in places you won't expect to get stabbed. Information is what drove the galaxy forwards and it was important that every Galactic Government possessed the proper means of getting information on their rivals in an efficient manner.

With the Imperial Confederation facing an increasing amount of rivals on the galactic stage, it was imperative that it expanded it's intelligence-gathering abilities to ensure that it would be able to outmaneuver the many rivals that sought to undermine it, from the Sith Order to the Wild Space Rebellion, the High Republic to the Mandalorian Empire. The Confederation could not afford lagging behind the other galactic powers especially when they were displaying extremely belligerent behaviors towards it.

As such when Sularen learned about an Ubese freelance spy and slicer was looking for potential contracts and partnerships, he did not hesitate reaching out. While the very fact that the individual was freelance would put his reliability into question, in these difficult times you had to make use of whatever resources and talent that you had your disposal and Sularen was most certainly not going to throw away this chance at gaining a potential asset that could be leveraged to gather information on the behalf of the Confederation.

Thus after sending him an invite to his headquarters on Cholganna, the Supreme Commander would patiently wait for his guest to arrive within his office eager to bring the Ubese into the fold and discuss the terms of their contract to ensure a mutually-beneficial partnership. For once in his life, it appeared that he finally had the tools at his disposal to stay one step ahead of his rivals and Sularen intended to use that advantage to make sure his enemies would never challenge him ever again.

Tags | Groushh ​

 

[Groushh]

A sonic boom was heard when Groushh jumped out of hyperspace in his G9 Rigger-class Light Freighter.
The mostly green planet, at least from a far distance, gloomed in the distance as Groushhs ship closed the distance. Quickly Groushh established a connection when he came close enough and transmitted his DATA to identify himself for the authorities.

Since his arrival was known, the pilots ordered Groushh to follow, and so he did as he was told. They made theire way to a specific landing platform that was reserved for Groushh. Very estranged this behavior for Groushh.

When Groushh landed, he immediately grabbed his helmet and put it on. A few button presses and levers lowered and his Ship came down to a halt and turned off afterwards. The loading bay opened slowly and Groushh was already waiting for the platform to lower itself and when it was done lowering he stepped out.

He was immediately greeted by the guards, who told him to follow since he was expected and so Groushh did. Afar many buildings could have been seen and down with them everything was heavily crowded. As they continued theire journey Groushh made mental notes about security, which was here very very high it seemed. Therefore, Groushh did not even consider putting his slicing gear anywhere near a Terminal. He remained calm and after quite some time he finally arrived in front of a set of doors. The guards were pointing towards the door and then turned theire backs towards him.

The door slid open and Groushh entered.

His sight inspected shortly the room but then went directly towards Marlon Sularen , obviously the target. The person of interest here. He walked up a few steps but kept his distance towards him. Not out of respect but it's just xenophobia kicking in like always. Never trust anyone. Especially not a non-Ubese.

Groushh started speaking. As always in his own language the ubese language, then a mechanical voice with some glitches voiced over his words.

"yoto dra'cha.nar dra."
[This was not anticipated.I arrived regardless.]


He crossed his arms. The closing mechanism of his blaster holster was left open. Just in case.