Kellyn Muir
Dirge of the Sun
Imperial Security Bureau, Scarif Field Office
SCARIF
The world of espionage was one filled with secrecy, even from one's allies. As such, many operatives of the Galactic Empire's ISB maintained a clandestine assignment, unbeknownst to those not directly involved or at the highest echelons of imperial command. Kellyn Muir was a somewhat public figure, a senior officer in the Office of Naval Intelligence. However, that information was not publicly available. To the vast majority of the soldiers of the Empire and everywhere else in the galaxy, he was simply LTC Kelln Muir. He didn't carry any special assignments. He didn't hold any prominent commands. Only he did.
Kellyn's real office was on Kamino, the capital of the Galactic Empire. However, given the vast expanse of military operations on the tropical world, it was an ideal place to establish a cover. Kellyn's assignment to those on base was public knowledge; he was the new Physical Security Officer, responsible for the establishment, maintenance, and coordination of the base's defenses in the event of hostilities. He held no command, though he was free to activate a battalion of shoretroopers to do his bidding.
Now though, was the time for the midgrade officer to choose his right hand. His right hand would be left in the dark - for a time. They'd have to be competent, they'd have to be loyal, but most important, they had to be malleable.
"Send him in.", he called from his office. Entering, none other than the glorious mustache of one Lieutenant Scipio Alta.
"Do you know why you're here, mate?", he asked almost informally.
SCARIF
The world of espionage was one filled with secrecy, even from one's allies. As such, many operatives of the Galactic Empire's ISB maintained a clandestine assignment, unbeknownst to those not directly involved or at the highest echelons of imperial command. Kellyn Muir was a somewhat public figure, a senior officer in the Office of Naval Intelligence. However, that information was not publicly available. To the vast majority of the soldiers of the Empire and everywhere else in the galaxy, he was simply LTC Kelln Muir. He didn't carry any special assignments. He didn't hold any prominent commands. Only he did.
Kellyn's real office was on Kamino, the capital of the Galactic Empire. However, given the vast expanse of military operations on the tropical world, it was an ideal place to establish a cover. Kellyn's assignment to those on base was public knowledge; he was the new Physical Security Officer, responsible for the establishment, maintenance, and coordination of the base's defenses in the event of hostilities. He held no command, though he was free to activate a battalion of shoretroopers to do his bidding.
Now though, was the time for the midgrade officer to choose his right hand. His right hand would be left in the dark - for a time. They'd have to be competent, they'd have to be loyal, but most important, they had to be malleable.
"Send him in.", he called from his office. Entering, none other than the glorious mustache of one Lieutenant Scipio Alta.
"Do you know why you're here, mate?", he asked almost informally.
[member="Scipio Alta"]
