A meeting of agents

[Thoja Arlos]

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General Thoja Arlos sat in his booth, drinking some way overpriced whisky. He was waiting for a new operative to arrive, who'd made himself known to Arlos through his previous military action @Malcom Korne . Kid better not be late He thought as he took another swig of whisky. He was wearing more casual clothing than usual, no use having experimental equipment on him. The cantina was loud and bussiling with activity. The band was playing a nice tone, and Arlos's head nodded softly to the beat.​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaPf-MRKITg​

 

[Malcolm Korne]

Lieutenant Malcom Korne walked into the bustling cantina, searching for the agent he was supposed to meet. The top brass told him that he would be looking for a Zabrak male, looking to be in his 30s.

Malcom wore his casualwear, not wanting to attract attention in his trooper armor. He kept his holdout blaster concealed, searching for the Zabrak in question.


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[Thoja Arlos]

Arlos watches as a man entered the tavern, and checked his data. He matched the targets description alright. Human male, late 20's, scar across left eye, rugged. Arlos raises his hand, gesturing to the man to approach. Taking another sip of his whiskey, he waited for the man to come and sit.​

[member="Malcolm Korne"]​

 

[Malcolm Korne]

Malcom took a good look at the man waving to him. He matched the description of the agent perfectly.

He took a seat at the booth where [member="Thoja Arlos"] was seated, cradling his datapad.

"I'm guessing you're Operative Arlos?"

 

[Thoja Arlos]

"That's right. You must be our newest member. I'll give you the rundown." Arlos paused, taking another swig of whisky.

"You've been select to join the 228th Black Operations Division of The Galactic Republic, a highly skilled unit which answers directly to the Senate. We have access to some of the best equipment available, including the Wraith Class Stealth Armour. Our missions are highly classified, and of utmost importance. You'll be a part of the field operations branch, of which there are only 50 operatives. Any questions?" [member="Malcolm Korne"]

 

[Malcolm Korne]

"None at all, sir." He saluted briefly, putting his datapad away.

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[Thoja Arlos]

Arlos nods, before standing up. He pauses for a moment, reaching into his pocket. A second later, he pulls out some dogtags, with [member="Malcolm Korne"]'s name written on them. "One last thing, take these, and get yourself a callsign. In the field, true names aren't used. You'll call me Shepard, understood?" ​

 

[Malcolm Korne]

"Understood, Shepard." He took the dogtags in his hand and reads them.

Op. Malcolm Korne​

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228th Black Operations​

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|-[member="Thoja Arlos"]-|

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Arlos smiles slightly, before nodding at [member="Malcolm Korne"]. "Information of operations will be sent to your datapad. Nice meeting ya." He then walks out of the cantina, leaving his empty glass on a random table.​

 

[Malcolm Korne]

"Likewise, sir."

He pulled up a stool at the bar, ordering a drink for himself.

[member="Thoja Arlos"]