Imperial Intelligence Fleet - in orbit around Corellia

Cad Bakvalen watched the console read-out in front of him, eyes tracking the small blip of light inching ever closer to the surface of Corellia. It wouldn't be long before the shuttle, which had been cleared for transit through the Imperial Blockade, reached it's destination - a small starport on Vreni Island. System scans told Cad that there were a handful of passengers on board, but only one of them meant anything to him: his field agent. The woman had yet to meet, but whose life he was going to spend at least the next year controlling.

"I'm sorry that we didn't get a chance to meet in person before all of this, agent."

It wasn't unusual, for officers and their field agents to be as distant as the Core was to the Outer Rim. In fact, it was preferable. It kept an emotional separation between the handler and their agent. Still, the apology from Bakvalen had at least sounded sincere. As sincere as anything could, coming across a crackling voice-only comm line. He reclined in his desk chair, looking at the spread of files and flimsies. Touching the tip of finger to one, a personnel dossier, he pulled it slowly towards him and flipped it open, revealing a colour photograph of a young woman.

"Not my preferred approach to begin an op like this, but circumstances being what they are... it's best we get you on the ground sooner rather than later."