Galactic Federation HQ
A brown-haired woman sat at her desk, which overlooked a booming metropolis. All of it, even the civilian areas, were part of the Central Galactic Federation Headquarters. Winota Yavis' office faced a secure landing port. It was a gargantuan pad encased by solid Denzium. The roof had a single large slab that slid open and closed as required. She watched as a small ship entered it, then turned in her chair to face her desk again. She kept it clean and minimal; all that was on it was a sleek, silver laptop, her title card, a glass of water, and a notepad with a special pen. The pen was a gift when she received her promotion to Director of Central Intelligence several years ago. The DCI, they called her. She thought the acronym on its own was a little intimidating, and she liked it.
She opened the laptop, her fingers moving quickly over the touch-interface as she prepared a secure channel. As that loaded up, she pressed a button under her desk, and another computer console emerged from a panel on the empty left side of her desk. She opened a file entitled "ofla", and it brought up the profiles of Special Intelligence Agent Lance Grubar and Reconnaissance Operative Tula Grubar. Courted and wed by the end of their respective training. Winota smirked at the note before reading into other things regarding their case to refresh her memory.
The Grubars were sent to investigate Planet FL-220, or Oflir, as the locals called it. It was just out of the Galactic Federation's jurisdiction, but only just, and the mineral trade there was booming. The Oflian government preferred not to have any dealings with the Federation and actively deterred any visitors. When Winota saw this, she had a hunch that something shady was going down there. After 103 Earth days in the field, her agents had discovered that there were huge deposits of natural plasma, and the Oflian government, though appearing affable and willing to sell other rare resources, had been hiding this. Some of the trade regarding the raw minerals was completely legal and on the books, but multiple stealth operations conducted by Tula and Lance revealed that much of it was being sold to criminal organizations and rich, renegade bounty hunters.
Winota switched to a newer, more alarming report, her mind sufficiently refreshed. She took a huge gulp of water and set it back down, and began to read the report by Tula, received a few days ago.
Oflians are bipedal beings that have never been studied by humans, so little is known about them, and it has been quite enlightening to observe them. We have deduced, through observation over the last 166 days, that they are composed of a type of hard rock, have mouths and disgestive tracts and make excretions. They are capable of consuming most sediments and do not consume meat or vegetation. It appears they subsist entirely on rocks. When I infiltrated a facility that processes cordite, I discovered that they actually need it to digest their rocks properly. The primary component in cordite is nitroglycerin, and the chemical reacts with bacteria in their disgestive organs, explosively breaking the food down to its essential nutrients. As humans who do not consume water will die, so will an Oflian who does not consume cordite/nitroglycerin.
In addition, Lance and I understand the Federation uses cordite for many things, and supplies of it exist in almost every major GF-controlled metropolis. Considering their animosity towards visitors, even tourists, we theorize they're hiding their plasma for military applications. Further investigation pending.
- End of Report
