Dawn broke over the factory, an orange line seeping between chimneys and rafters as the sector awoke. Having received an anonymous message from Imperial intelligence, Sebastian still had not properly woken up and processed the information contained within the order. When he arrived at the droid factory in the industrial sector of Balmorra, his immediate reaction was towards the makeshift coffee stand in the center of the construction yards.
"Morning, Bas!" Kasey, the Twi'lek with tangerine skin who worked at the stand, called to him from afar. A dark speeder car of Imperial design was parked only a short distance away. Only passing the car a swift glance, Sebastian continued to walk towards the coffee stand.
"Just a cappuccino, Kasey." With an observing tilt of his head, Sebastian leaned on the corner as the woman prepared his usual order. She wore goggles on top of a head scarf and an array of tools strapped to a utility belt. The grind of machinery traveled from the site, along with the beep of droids as they were being tested.
"You know what's going on over there?" Kasey inquired about the parked speeder. While she made his coffee, Sebastian placed a credit chit on the counter and squinted as the sun hit his eyes.
"Oh, it's nothing." Shaking his head, he gripped the coffee cup as she slid it over, keeping an eye on the speeder as he left. He nodded to Kasey and waved, walking behind the stand and towards the factory. As he approached the entrance, a cloaked figure stepped out of the speeder and Sebastian immediately quickened his pace.
Reaching the enormous entrance of the factory, he strode inside and smiled to the receptionist, who seemed wary of the Imperial presence. He used the elevator and traveled to the level which housed his office. Much, to his delight, he had recently been transferred from accounting to the engineering department, with close access to the projects of the factory.
The elevator pinged upon his arrival, where the manager of the department was speaking to a group of men, rough in appearance and armed, making Sebastian assume that they were criminals. Shifting his eyes in suspicion, he paid them no heed as he walked towards his office. Once inside, he closed the door and beheld the sunrise.
Sebastian placed his briefcase on his desk and unhooked the latches. He shuffled graph paper and all manner of mechanical design, along with the letter from Imperial intelligence. Sitting down, he slid his glasses over his ears and read the message for a second time. A crime syndicate had infiltrated the factory and the Sith Assassins were rooting them out, on the condition that all holdings were handed over to the Empire.
Swallowing a gulp of coffee, Sebastian shifted in discomfort. They had hand-picked him from the employees to override the computer system and reprogram the droid forces in construction. Taking a breath, he set the letter down and rose to his feet. The hiss of a lightsaber echoed from the corridor outside.