Desmond C'artyom
Space Jockey
The Imperial Confederation was, for all intents and purposes, an expanding power birthed in the core. A government thought up by Tanomas, which was refined after his first leading of the Galactic Empire, and then perfected after studying the First Order imperial government. Hundreds flocked to the new regime and why wouldn't they? An alliance of the core worlds under one banner made trading, defense, and even negotiations easier. They could choke the outer rim and the expanse regions from precious supplies should they choose to. Together they could muster more money for defense. With both arms and the trade lanes under their control they could easily take over the galaxy or at least influence large portions of it.
But, as with every fledgling government their would be those who sought to stamp it out in it's infancy. Abolitionist rose up quickly to deter the formation of this government. They were few and far between, but even so they threatened the stability which the Empire brought. This is where Desmond came in. He was an agent of the Empire and staunch follower of Graf. He was assigned to take out some of the more vocal naysayers before they could truly amass a following. Desmond studied his targets and soon they began to disappear. Without word or farewells. This target was like any other. Rebel scum. Albeit on a political level. He was probably funding terrorist anyways.
Desmond stared out at the local city governor through shaded lenses. Desmond was currently mulling about in a bar that had a nice view of the city hall. He studied the skinny man and his paunch, noting physical features. On his glasses lens he could see a comparison between the man and a picture via the lenses HUD. His ID seemed to check out, Desmond watched as his target walked up the steps to the City hall center. He downed the rest of his pint and left a tip for the bartender, before collecting his coat and preparing to leave.
As he walked through a small alley he removed his glasses and his face seemed to shift to that of a blonde haired human with average features. He stuffed the glasses into his breast pocket and exited the alley way to head up the stairs leading to the city hall. It was a holoprojector wrapped around his neck that allowed him to shift faces, one of the many gadgets Desmond had brought to play with. Desmond wrapped himself in his non descript jacket as he entered the city halls camera spots and was sure his identity was concealed, at least for now...
But, as with every fledgling government their would be those who sought to stamp it out in it's infancy. Abolitionist rose up quickly to deter the formation of this government. They were few and far between, but even so they threatened the stability which the Empire brought. This is where Desmond came in. He was an agent of the Empire and staunch follower of Graf. He was assigned to take out some of the more vocal naysayers before they could truly amass a following. Desmond studied his targets and soon they began to disappear. Without word or farewells. This target was like any other. Rebel scum. Albeit on a political level. He was probably funding terrorist anyways.
Desmond stared out at the local city governor through shaded lenses. Desmond was currently mulling about in a bar that had a nice view of the city hall. He studied the skinny man and his paunch, noting physical features. On his glasses lens he could see a comparison between the man and a picture via the lenses HUD. His ID seemed to check out, Desmond watched as his target walked up the steps to the City hall center. He downed the rest of his pint and left a tip for the bartender, before collecting his coat and preparing to leave.
As he walked through a small alley he removed his glasses and his face seemed to shift to that of a blonde haired human with average features. He stuffed the glasses into his breast pocket and exited the alley way to head up the stairs leading to the city hall. It was a holoprojector wrapped around his neck that allowed him to shift faces, one of the many gadgets Desmond had brought to play with. Desmond wrapped himself in his non descript jacket as he entered the city halls camera spots and was sure his identity was concealed, at least for now...