Trust in Me


TASK FORCE NULL
SIA in THE ERA OF RECLAMATION
CORUSCANT | CLOSED LOCATION

Inside, the hangar wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Its structure was remarkably unremarkable. A durasteel cathedral with vaulted ceilings and paneled walls stretching upward and outward in an ecstasy of forced perspectives. Long planes extended through smaller doors, forcing perspective to a manufactured horizon. They were looking at about a tenth of whatever the actual size of the structure was.
On either side of the exit, within the hangar, were two parked Reconnaissance Vessels. New ships unseen and unused by members of the Defense Force. Today was their reveal, and depending on the team’s desires, their Christening. Along the back wall, were rows of weapons and armour. Some distinctly marked for agents, some less unassigned. Each had an insignia on it that payed a subtle homage to their original name, the Ysalamir.
In the centre, between the parked ships and wall of technologies, was The Director’s glowing blue silhouette.
The hologram greeted them when everyone arrived.
“Welcome agents.”
A pause until attention was secured. Just like the crate they’d secured from Lohopa.
“Congratulations on becoming an official squadron within Special Operations.
You’re here because, in the words of your progenitor, ‘We can’t let Jedi have all the fun.’” She flashed a grin, which, for as rare as it was, seemed to fit M alarmingly well. The comradic reference was out of character but seemed so naturally charismatic that it seemed believable that M might have felt the same as Tiric Sar'andor .
“And that fun is coming soon. You’re about to be very busy as The Alliance gears up for the campaign to Close The Corridor. I want you to use this time to become familiar with one another and your assets.
A few things to recognize before I leave you all in the capable hands of Agent Borra — many of your weapons are using a technology that will give you an advantage beyond your basic wits and experience when contesting with Force Users — by disabling their connection to The Force and levelling out the playing fields. This is unique to your Task Fore and must remain within the jurisdiction of the SIA and only be used by the agents you see here today.”
Her holographic arms swept out from in front of her, gesturing to either side of the hangar. “These two ships are exclusively available to your team. They are registered within the manifest, but remain unnamed. We’ll leave that honour to those who will be flying and maintaining them. When you’ve decided on a title for them, your request will be submitted before any maiden journey.”
Her hands clasped tightly together in front of her, and she dipped her chin in salutations.
“One final note before I leave you to your many devices — while you are now an official team within the Agency, your operations are confidential. Your mission directives and licensings come exclusively through me and my directive office. Your channels of communication, or questions, go through Deputy Chief Borra.”
She nodded her finality.
“Welcome to Task Force Null, agents. Please, get acquainted.”

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