The First Order have finally reached a state of stability, located on Pa'Desh within an old refinery that serves as their temporary base of operations. The retreat from the threat of the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium had been somewhat successful, allowing various commanders, soldiers and crew to evacuate and rendezvous with remaining leadership. Efforts were made to consolidate and reform, and following completion of that task, it now falls to the First Order to begin resurgent protocols.
Phase one necessitates the gathering of information to be used for furthering faction resources.
Given the recent changes in the galaxy, and the continued occupation and threat of the Ssi-Ruuv, the First Order now undertakes a clandestine mission to utilize a little-known resource to many. Provided by the First Order Security Bureau as a viable source of information supply, a small delegation of First Order personnel approach the planet Anthan Prime in an unmarked civilian luxury transport. Under the guise of somewhat-successful trading company employees, intent on a short vacation destination provided by their business, their true purpose is to make contact with a mysterious infochant - known as the Ante - who operates within the shadows of the planet's rich resort, the Anthan Spire.
It will be from this individual, with information to sell, that the First Order can begin larger operations with updated databanks...
THE ANTHAN SYSTEM; APPROACHING THE ANTHAN SPIRE.
The luxury yacht moved into the system with a flash, as the lines of hyperspace reverted into star points. Ahead the pilot could see the planet Anthan Prime, knowing that the smaller luxury resort known as the Anthan Spire was orbiting it, likely on the other side. A quick update through the comm alerted the individuals in the passenger area that they had arrived in-system, before a practiced sequence of controls launched the vessel toward their destination. En route, the appropriate codes were presented to the resort, confirming the civilian status of the transport, as well as the business it was connected to, of which the FOSB had ensured legitimate records and business dealings had been prepared.
It would be enough to pass most routine security checks, and prove the visitors had enough financial backing to pay for their stay, at any rate.
<"We will be arriving within ten minutes,"> the pilot said after conferring with the spire's flight operator. <"Hangar bay seventeen.">
The pilot angled the vessel on the designated flight path, jaw muscles clenched. The likelihood of being discovered as First Order operatives wasn't high, but that didn't detract from the possibility. Besides, being on missions like this were always a little unnerving, especially when one wasn't typically used to secret operations...
THE ANTHAN SPIRE;
THE ANTE'S HEADQUARTERS.
A pair of hollow, triangular eyes observed a glowing holo-screen. Information passed across it in staggering speed, showcasing a series of market updates, trade adjustments, economical shifts and other statistics. There was also a brief pop-up that appeared in the corner of the screen, alerting the individual within the luxurious - if quite dimmed - resort room as to the arrival of her guests. What constituted as a smile passed over the Ante's lip-less mouth, before a skeletal hand reached out and began tapping various keys on the desk console before her. The comm light turned green amid the frantic typing.
"Send an escort to hangar bay seventeen," The deep but feminine voice said, as one leg crossed over the other. The Ante wore simple garments, loose and comfortable, but with richly decorated trims. "Given the importance of our acquaintances' position, I presume they do not wish to wait. Bring them directly to me."
The comm deactivated, before the Ante checked a datafile that had been prepared. A quick glance to a credit account was also done, as the infochant ensured a singular payment had been made and preparations were in order. All was well. It would soon be time to begin providing the First Order - or what remained of it - with the information they sought, to better do whatever it was they wished to do...
One would reason some sort of comeback or retaliation, the Ante thought with a scoff. We shall see.
All that remained was to wait.
[member="Tyrcas Pallopides"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Dominic Craig"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="BE-183"]
