Commander Raeder and his fleet exited hyperspace right on schedule. He happily chirped this fact while striding across the bridge. From the corner of his eyes, the physical machinations of the crew members in the twin bridge were in motion. His heeled boots clacked smartly down the armored halls as he and Lieutenant Kerrington strode to his shuttle.
"Mmm, I've seen this before. Simple repetition to climb into good graces. You know, Corellia is a sweet tempest. They make a good Triple Light..." Kerrington's thoughts trailed away. He already had a search team assembled and ready to disembark. All Kerrington could think of was getting his hands around a bottle of Corellian Triple Light when this nerf chase was over.
Raeder gave a toothy smirk, "Bad taste."
Kerrington later countered by shutting the shuttle hatch on Raeder's precious fuchsia cloak.
...
While they sailed to the new world, stormtroopers conversed quietly and checked for faults in their gear.
A voice called, "I grew up here before I enlisted."
Lieutenant Kerrington gave a knowing smile, "Another local?"
The trooper introduced himself with his low, rumbly voice, "Sergeant Kilso, TH417 at your service. Who are we looking for, Commander?"
A pair of flanking TIE fighters came along the cruising Lambda shuttle, escorting them through the upper atmosphere.
"To my knowledge, we're looking for a person," Commander Raeder responded so dryly and devoid of emotion that only Kerrington could decipher the sinister sarcasm, "Other than that, it is need-to-know basis. We'll find out more information when I retrieve the file."
Raeder loathed bureaucracy.
Kilso saluted the Commander, "Your orders, sir."
He turned to the troopers, "Alright gentlemen, we are here to assist Commander Raeder in securing a person of interest for the Empire. Set your weapons to stun and under no circumstances do I want to see a blaster bolt zipping through the air. Unless you are being engaged by hostile forces, stun only, or I will personally rip your arms off like a Gundark. Understood?"
Raeder and Kerrington returned the salute.
"Sargent, wait here and take this commlink." Kerrington handed one to Kilso, "Wait here until we call you and your men. I don't want to upset the locals by bringing so many armed troopers into the streets. We don't want to upset the natural flow of things."
They duo went to the Intelligence block, proceeding through the maze-like terminal building.
"How do you know Kilso?" Raeder glanced back.
"We don't actually know each other," explained Kerrington, "Corellians are individualists more than anything and very independent. Like they say, you can't have two Corellians sitting at the same bar together, otherwise they'll sit on the opposite sides of the room. It's more of a brotherly comradeship of being from the same home, more than anything, sir."
A sour looking secretary peered at them beneath the brim of his hat.
"Good afternoon," Raeder addressed him cordially, "I'm Commander Raeder and this is Lieutenant Kerrington. We're here to receive a file on a person of interest, who we are to acquire."
The secretary scrutinized the pair, "Just a moment, sir..." he nasally trailed off. "Ah, here we are. It appears you are tasked with the acquisition of a person of interest in Bela Vistal..."
Raeder waited for the obvious to pass.
"The file has been uploaded to your scanner, Commander. Please view this information away from the public eye. Failure is not an option. Thank you, Commander." He professionally finished with his poorly-hidden sourness and returned to his office machinations.
"That took way too long," He quipped venomously.
"Agreed," Kerrington shared his sentiment with distaste, "Who is the subject?"
Raeder sighed, "A pilot. We've been sent all the bloody way out here for some pilot?"
They began down the alley, passing mosaics and turquoise water fountains, "A pilot, working for her father who owns a business taking tourists on a T-14..."
What could the Empire want with such common people?
"So be it. I'll make her an offer she can't refuse," Raeder droned ominously.
He rapped hard upon the residential door, "Imperial Inquisition, please open the door."
