In the Beginning

[Malek]

Yalara had often been the workplace of the Supreme Commander when he had been a Colonel to Field Marshal. His unit disbanded, the Haven Citadel still existed, now inhabited by the Forsworn Legion, remnants of the last elite Wolves, filled with the membership of the 482nd Regiment. The planet wasn't nearly as fortified as the Sith Lord had originally planned for it to be, what with his quick ascension through the military ranks, but that project had finally begun to resume, what with the release of him.

His Agent.

Project XAG-1.

Executing his will up and down, left and right, all across Order Space.

With the military in place on Yalara, and much of its citizens being former criminals in the process of being rehabilitated, there was a no fly zone for citizens and law enforcement outside city limits, but within, it only restricted civilians.

Here, within the walls of Mal'ary'rush, waited Malek.

Specifically in the Tram Station towards the edge of the city.

[member="Fabian"] was to meet the Supreme Commander, at the Haven Citadel this day. Malek would be his escort. Naturally, his Master couldn't be the one to greet some... Empire man.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Lieutenant Quince Fabian, now Lieutenant-Commander Fabian, stepped off the tram and into the station. He straightened a spotless uniform and smoothed out a wrinkle with a gloved hand. Pale green eyes then looked up, sweeping his surroundings with the sort of apprising gaze one might expect of a business tyco turned naval officer.

He spotted a thin fellow, with large ears, a weasely face, and wavy brown hair standing nearby. Out of all the others on the platform, this man was the only one looking straight at Fabian. He also matched the description of the agent Quincy was supposed to meet.

Clearing his throat, Quincy approached, one eyebrow crooked up beneath his imperial cap.

"Hullo."

[member="Malek"]

 

[Malek]

Malek blinked as his person of interest approached.

A quick appraisal, up and down, and he was assured this was the man he had been waiting for. Memorized his face, he had.

"Fabian," he said in greeting as he turned on his heel. After a short walk, they were boarding a tram, a military one that was closing and heading down the railway within moments. He prayed to the Force that this journey would be short, and anything but awkward.

"The Supreme Commander would like to extend his condolences for taking so long to get back to you... He is uhh.... Quite busy these days," he says, looking up to the man before back down to the floor.

"So... Uh... What are you here for?"

[member="Fabian"]