Well-Known Viceroy
Nestled within a narrow valley between towering, wind-carved rock formations on the planet of Milagro sits Soji Outpost.
The outpost is a cluster of smooth, reinforced domes and low-slung transit corridors, its weathered white hull stained by the unrelenting humidity of the noble-ruled world. A flat scorched landing area extends from the main structure, seemingly being dwarfed by the ancient looming stone arches that surround it.
The unassuming transport relay currently houses a high-security clearing house for the clandestine trade in force artifacts stolen from the remnants of the Galactic Alliance and the New Jedi Order. If the Republic intelligence reports are accurate, these relics are being funneled through Milagro's borders to fund a shadow agenda that threatens the very stability of the High Republic.
As the transport carrying
Voli Cholrass
,
Dreidi Xeraic
and
Kudau
maneuver through the tight mountain passes, a flickering holographic transmission illuminates the cockpit. A weary-looking Bothan in a Republic Intelligence Service uniform appears, his eyes darting towards unseen monitors off-screen."Greetings, Jedi," he begins, his voice strained. "I am Agent Kallan. The situation at Soji Outpost is more delicate than we anticipated. Officially, it's a transport relay station sponsored by the Milagro Nobility. In truth, we have learned its a hub for a major smuggling outfit within the High Republic."
Kallan's image is briefly replaced by a long-range scan of the domes.
"We have confirmed that Baron Ivor Yasmo is on site. He is a key political ally to Senator
Monaray Dod
meaning he carries enough diplomatic weight to make a standard Republic intervention impossible. Our sources indicate he is personally overseeing the transfer of several high-value containers. We don't know what's inside each container, so this is an extremely dangerous mission but I hope that will not dissuade you from taking out this smuggling ring. May the force be with you, Agent Kallan out."The hologram flickers as Kallan disappears to leave the team to formulate a plan of action. On the landing pad below, a figure in ornate, flowing silks stands by the entrance of the largest dome, his posture stiff as he watches the mist-shrouded horizon.
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