Trust in Me
The Alliance’s borders were, for now, free from enemy contamination. And it was the Intelligence Agency’s sole duty to ensure that dormancy remained just so — ideally through proactive measures. Measures that were constantly active and thrumming with information; and the dawn of an enemy was starting to become a consistent theme through reports submitted by plants through the Outer Rim.
Most reconnaissance was passive, until Dominik Borra had been dispatched alongside representatives of The New Jedi Order on a mission to Terminus, and his report had indicated the names of participants who had their own perspectives on what they uncovered.
One such was Jand Talo.
He’d received an official invitation (one step short of anything more forceful) to share his perspective with The SIA, under the premise of further Alliance support and involvement to the end of the Hydian way.
M would let him speak plainly, cross reference details with notes her analysts either had or didn’t have — basic information gathering. But the root of her curiosity was to answer her first question on resources:
Was this an enemy of The Alliance, or The Jedi?
“Jedi Talo,” M was in the room when the Jedi was escorted in. It was bright, white, and surprisingly soundless. Spartan in decor with only two seats and a table between them. Like an angular, uncomfortable talk show.
“Thank you for taking the time to meet with me. We’ll get right to it. I’m interested in the purpose and outcomes of your visit to the Outer Rim.
What prompted this mission? Under what terms was it approved by your Council?"