Eternal Father
Deep in the space, the Invictus-class Star Destroyer, Infidus Diabolus II, the first of its kind, trudges sluggishly through the never-ending darkness. From the massive warship's gut emerged six small shuttles one at a time, their engines blaring brightly as they slowly began to enter hyperspace once far enough away from the warship. Each shuttle was of a different make and model, and look utterly inconspicuous in design and assumed use, and they were. It was each shuttle's single passenger that was the real deal. Each single individual was a operative of the highly secretive Hydra sub-organization of the Imperial Intelligence branch of the Sith Empire, and were augmented with cosmetic surgery to look exactly like one of six high-ranking members of the planet Ralltir's banking system, and knew everything they had to do for nearly every scenario. As the operatives sped away from the massive warship, a figure stood silhouetted against the viewport of the Star Destroyer's bridge, his emerald eyes piercing hatefully out into the vastness of space, a scowl set deep on his rather handsome features. A ensign approached the man and took a knee, waiting patiently for the man to acknowledge his presence before saying anything, as was protocol when dealing with the Minister of Imperial Intelligence, Kaine Zambrano.
Finally Kaine turned and nodded for the ensign to speak, and the man kept his gaze respectfully aimed at the floor before speaking, "My lord, we have confirmed that Lord Voracitos in on his way as we speak, and will be joining you shortly, your excellency." Kaine let out a suppressed chuckle, but a chuckle none-the-less before answering. "Very good, be sure he gets here on time. I can't afford even a second's delay in my plan, now remove yourself from my sight." The ensign quickly scurried off to do Kaine's bidding, and the Minister returned his gaze back to the viewport, staring out at the plethora of stars many light-years away in thought. Meanwhile the operative's shuttles burst out of hyperspace above the planet of Ralltir, and began their descent into the atmosphere at different insertion points, and traveled to their predetermined destinations in correlation with the intel wrenched from the original banker's minds and briefed to the operatives.
The operatives landed their vessels in various spaceports, and made their way to their positions while a cybernetic implant in their chest cavity constantly relayed vitals back to the warship deep in space, which were itself monitored constantly by more tech-based operatives. Kaine himself would be receiving updates on the information via a datapad he kept on himself at all times, although he didn't need to look at it just yet, as there had been no major complications this early in the mission, but he expected many to surface later down the line. And so Kaine waited patiently for that fat son of a b*tch Sith to make his way to the bridge, so they could further discuss business together.
Finally Kaine turned and nodded for the ensign to speak, and the man kept his gaze respectfully aimed at the floor before speaking, "My lord, we have confirmed that Lord Voracitos in on his way as we speak, and will be joining you shortly, your excellency." Kaine let out a suppressed chuckle, but a chuckle none-the-less before answering. "Very good, be sure he gets here on time. I can't afford even a second's delay in my plan, now remove yourself from my sight." The ensign quickly scurried off to do Kaine's bidding, and the Minister returned his gaze back to the viewport, staring out at the plethora of stars many light-years away in thought. Meanwhile the operative's shuttles burst out of hyperspace above the planet of Ralltir, and began their descent into the atmosphere at different insertion points, and traveled to their predetermined destinations in correlation with the intel wrenched from the original banker's minds and briefed to the operatives.
The operatives landed their vessels in various spaceports, and made their way to their positions while a cybernetic implant in their chest cavity constantly relayed vitals back to the warship deep in space, which were itself monitored constantly by more tech-based operatives. Kaine himself would be receiving updates on the information via a datapad he kept on himself at all times, although he didn't need to look at it just yet, as there had been no major complications this early in the mission, but he expected many to surface later down the line. And so Kaine waited patiently for that fat son of a b*tch Sith to make his way to the bridge, so they could further discuss business together.