Thomas Sean Connery- British Secret Intelligence Service "MI6"

Supreme Chancellor's office - Senate Building, Senate District, Galactic City, Coruscant, Coruscant System, Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"

08:20:16 ATC / August 20th, 1969 - 12:00/12:00 PM

Although he was somewhat conspicuous, the actor who starred in the James Bond franchise had been officially recruited by MI6 for the war and in a way the character had been brought to life but although Connery initially scoffed at the harebrained scheme of having 'Bond Sightings' occur in the Condor Galaxy as it was, well, absurd, Ian Fleming and Christopher Lee themselves convinced the movie star to use his persona as anyone who sighted him during a mission and quite understandably mistake him for 'Bond' would reasonably be taken in for a mental examination. It was the perfect cover as well as psychological warfare but for this operation his face for the time being was concealed, unless the time was right of course.

"Excuse me, Gents? Is there any way I could meet with the Chancellor for lunch without being in a tarry?"

"Imperial assassin!" One of the two guards securing the office shouted in response to Connery's voice. "Blast him!"

Sean quickly dispatched the two guards with his suppressed 'slugthrower' the disguised British agent purchased off of the black market, though he felt more comfortable with the Walther PPK he used on set firing blanks compared to the alien knockoff and the operative sighed in disbelief at the waste of opportunity for the guards to strike him down as well as the deploring fact he was forced to take lives. 'No need to think about the what-ifs, I have a job to do.'

After peppering the corpses two more times to be certain that they were deceased, Sean rushed over to the large screen and gazed down at the keyboard, pondering on how to best proceed.

"Let's see here…The Republic did give us translators so in theory, it could work against them as it does with the Impostors." The Bond actor turned intelligence officer placed the 'flash drive' into the port, watching as the foreign letters converted to 'Galactic High Standard' on the screen on his datapad.

"Hmmmm...Says here I need two key cards."

Connery retrieved the two key cards from the dead guards and slid them through the slit, gaining access to the computer.

Access Granted

Query?

The MI6 officer quickly typed in Earth into the computer and received one matching result.

Operation: Uplift

'Sounds interesting.' Sean thought as he downloaded the data about 'Uplift'.

"Hey!" Sean calmly shot and killed the other guard who entered the room then immediately typed in Order of Revan with the keyboard in case the loons decided to hide information in plain sight.

Operation: Yavin IV

Password?

"That's probably the Revanite one I presume. With a universe as peculiar as this, who would've thought looking into the Supreme Chancellor's computer for information about a supposed cult planning to overthrow her?" The MI6 operative mumbled sarcastically. 'Well, it's five words and it is a cult.'

REVAN

Access Granted

"Well, it's time to get going." Sean muttered, hoping that everything about the operation could be directed at the Imperials and neither Britain nor the planet of Earth.

Field Marshal Bernard Law Montgomery - 1st Viscount Montgomery of Alamein and Commander of Her Majesty's Commonwealth Forces of the 'True British Empire'

08:20:16 ATC / August 20th, 1969 -13:45/1:45 PM

Montgomery smiled at the agent who evaded capture standing at the doorway, signaling success in his mission. "Glad you got out without a single nick, old boy."

"The map provided to you kindly by the Yanks was slightly off." Connerry scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I would've vacated quicker if it was to scale."

"Fair enough, lad." Montgomery smirked. "I'll have the information analyzed right away by the cryptographers."

"Fair warning, sir. Apparently, the one result for Earth is called 'Operation: Uplift' and that could only mean one thing."

"They're going to turn on us when the war is over and annex us by force." Bernard guessed.

"It's only a theory for now but with some of their leadership and senators openly sneering at our way of life and our values, it makes sense."

"Bloody hell." Montgomery cursed. "I can't believe I'm saying this but I agree with the sentiment: She's a Hitlerette."

"I never thought that the second time we chatted in person, you agreed with a Yank on something."

Montgomery gave the Scotsman his best 'don't test me' glare. "Well, please do be so kind as to pretend that it's classified information beyond belief. I would never hear the end of it if word gets out."

"Understood."