Shadows
A lean man in a black republic intelligence uniform was sitting behind a desk in a dark room. The only illumination in the room came from a small view screen on the desk. The view screen was showing footage from a security camera from a military checkpoint on Ba'an. It showed a line of refugees. One by one they were approaching the ID station which checked their identychips and opened the door when everything was OK. He fast forwarded until an older looking human male accompanied by a young girl, probably in her early teens, approached the station. He presented their identichips. But this time, the light turned red. He saw a guard in clone armor approach the couple.
"Interesting nonverbal communication from the guard there. Almost looks like he's confused." The man said to himself after he watched for a minute and re-winded the video again to when the couple approached the ID check.
This time he paused the video and entered some commands to zoom in on the couple of humans and the approaching guard and he applied some audio filters to enhance the audio feed.
"...I'll open the door and let you through. Please move along." He watched the clone briefly use the console. The light went green and the door opened. The man and the girl walked inside.
He re-winded a little bit and used the imaging functions on his console to extract the clearest possible pictures of the man and the girl from the video feed. If this only hadn't been such a backwater world the security system might have been equipped with even rudimentary facial recognition software.
He pulled up a comm window on his view screen. An image of an officer wearing a similar black uniform appeared. "Sir?" The agent on the screen asked.
"Sergeant, get my shuttle ready. Prepare a course to Ba'an. Take us directly to Bastion station. And run these images through the facerec database. See what turns up. We leave as soon as possible." The officer ordered.
"Yes sir. Your shuttle will be ready in 15 minutes sir."
And the view screen went black.