Omari Ngao
Ghost
It was towards the end of the day on Varonat. The sun had already set, but government officials that strode for more tended to work a little longer than the rest. Many were overworked due to their own work ethic, but they were ambitious, sought greatness, or what have you. Omari didn't have that luxury of grandiose wants. No. First he had been a trooper, then he transitioned out of that and into the Security Bureau.
Simple clothes. All black of course, he was something of a stealth operative or something. A great contrast between the white of the Stormtrooper Corps.
When he walked into the lobby, guards at the security station rose to stop him, but Omari was patient. Credentials had been supplied by the Bureau too. So he was all very official, at least in appearance, when the guards came up and the I.D was flashed.
Straightening himself out, he ascended to the Governor's Office.
Nowadays, it felt like there wasn't a soul that could stop him, and he just kept moving, until he realized someone was telling him to stop and then there was a secretary coming up from around a table in his peripherals and he came to a stop before reaching [member="Madelyn Lowe"]'s door.
"Tell the Governor she has a guest. DN-149. She'd recognize the name."
It was his designation for his whole life, up until the moment he had accepted the Director's offer of an Agent's position. Now, here he was waving credentials and getting access to almost whatever he could possibly want.
The life of a spook. It ain't too bad.
Simple clothes. All black of course, he was something of a stealth operative or something. A great contrast between the white of the Stormtrooper Corps.
When he walked into the lobby, guards at the security station rose to stop him, but Omari was patient. Credentials had been supplied by the Bureau too. So he was all very official, at least in appearance, when the guards came up and the I.D was flashed.
Straightening himself out, he ascended to the Governor's Office.
Nowadays, it felt like there wasn't a soul that could stop him, and he just kept moving, until he realized someone was telling him to stop and then there was a secretary coming up from around a table in his peripherals and he came to a stop before reaching [member="Madelyn Lowe"]'s door.
"Tell the Governor she has a guest. DN-149. She'd recognize the name."
It was his designation for his whole life, up until the moment he had accepted the Director's offer of an Agent's position. Now, here he was waving credentials and getting access to almost whatever he could possibly want.
The life of a spook. It ain't too bad.