
Galactic Intelligence Agency Headquarters
Coruscant
Ben Trasker had been an operative of the Coruscant Security Force for many, many years now. Serving his planet and protecting its citizens through riots, terrorist plots and even off-world assignments covering the planet's underworld link to slave rings and even prisoner extraditions to the Outer Rim.
Now, however, he was stuck in a plush, well-lit room of the Galactic Intelligence Agency on Coruscant with his future resting in the hands of desk clerks and diplomats.
He was under the impression his request to be transferred to the GIA was under consideration due to the increasing number of Republic operations he had ben on recently, taking further out of the jurisdiction he was used to. The web of crime and corruption didn't just stay where it was told, it went to the furthest reaches it could in the galaxy and Trasker was determined to follow where it went and stop it at whatever cost.
Crossing paths with both Force users and non-Force users, his eyes were opened to a much wider, much more dangerous galaxy and he was the one to help protect and defend it.
Linking his fingers behind his back, he left his small complimentary cup of caf on the glass table to cool and stood looking out over the planet he knew so well.
He just had to wait for the jobs-worth who had been told of his arrival from by his captain back at the CSF and also the young Rodian on front desk who had directed him to the room.
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