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    As Garven looked over the tactical information in his quarters, his mind buzzed with what Kas'lya was on about. He had heard about the price of Bothan aid, but that wasn't what bothered him. It was that he screwed up, big time, and he had to pay the price. It was what was right. What was proper. What was...honorable. And accepting under the table help from the Diplomatic Corps to get him his commission back seemed pretty dishonorable. Rather than fixing it, it would compound it. Make it bigger. Death Star 2.0.

    Jeez. Now he was turning into Wedge Antilles, having philosophical discourses with himself about honor. He heard about how that guy agonized over it. Then again, Janson might just have been pulling his leg, as usual.

    He threw himself back into the tactical data and absorbed as much as he could. This was going to be an important mission. Best not to compound any problems he already had with another screwup.
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    Keliz finally finished trolling through the copious amount of -- mostly irrelevant -- data that NRI had on their target, the planet, his former subordinates, and network. She was frustrated by what appeared to be blatantly obvious gaps in the intelligence collection efforts of the NRI. A young organization though it may be, these sorts of clear oversights would have caused her to rate her subordinates' performance as unsatisfactory. She idly pondered how NRI got anything done as she finished tapping out a summary of her findings. With a swipe it departed on its way to Irys and Garven's 'pads and she stood up, stretched languidly, and unlocked the cockpit door.

    Her findings were wholly unremarkable and she hissed her displeasure with the work as she slunk into the main cabin.

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    SENT: 01 standard minutes ago FROM: Rheir, Keliz LT NRNavSup TO: undisclosed recipients
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    Gentlebeings,
    
    Rathalay overview: http://holonet.swrpgnetwork.com/showthread.php?488511-Rathalay-stats
    
    There is a dearth of information available about the extent and capability of Admiral 
    Grant's information network. While it is likely he has several well-placed sources
    within the Alignment military forces, NRI has been unable to confirm the identity of
    any of these individuals. (Ref. DocID 36489473-1784-43, 4847565-1782-44)
    
    Refer to Capt Senesca's documentation on the tactical situation at Rathalay.
    
    With respect,
    Keliz Rheir, Lieutenant, New Republic Navy - Naval Support Command
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    ENDMSG // INSTR: Protect highest secrecy // SIGNED // K. RHEIR
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    The hours passed, each of the three New Republic agents deliberating (both their current situation and the intel they had) silently, until the Nav Comp broke the silence with a steady tone. The Dawn Zephyr was approaching the decant point.
    Sliding back the hyperspace level the shuttle’s hyperdrive disengaged smoothly and the ship reverted to realspace, the cloudy swirl coalescing into starlines which then shortened to points. Off to starboard, a little below the ship’s ecliptic, a lush globe of green and blue covered with a fingerprint of pearly clouds hung in the void. Even from this distance the space about it twinkled: reflections from orbital installations and the drives of large vessels in orbit.
    Rathalay.

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    "We should contact the spaceport and request diplomatic clearance. Dodge the crowds." Keliz says as she skims through the system traffic update. "No unusual patterns, just a four-way entry pattern. Want me to comm?"
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    Quote Originally Posted by Ardent View Post
    "We should contact the spaceport and request diplomatic clearance. Dodge the crowds." Keliz says as she skims through the system traffic update. "No unusual patterns, just a four-way entry pattern. Want me to comm?"
    Garven almost didn't hear Keliz's question as he stared at the lush planet below. Rathalay. A resort world for the rich and famous, way beyond his pay grade. A place where the rich frolicked...a place where the paperazzi liked to sneak in. Where people paid attention. Where people watched.

    "I'm not sure. If we do that, it might set off alarms in peoples heads, particularly if Imperial Intelligence is watching Grant. I was under the impression this mission is to under the scanner. Then again, I'm not a spy...but we might want to consider it." He turned his chair towards Kas'lya. "Ambassador, what would you prefer?"
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    Quote Originally Posted by Ardent View Post
    "We should contact the spaceport and request diplomatic clearance. Dodge the crowds." Keliz says as she skims through the system traffic update. "No unusual patterns, just a four-way entry pattern. Want me to comm?"
    He turned his chair towards Kas'lya. "Ambassador, what would you prefer?"
    "Absolutely", Irys asserted, nodding to Keliz while staring out at the mentioned traffic patterns, "Anyone who may be expecting our arrival will know about it anyway. If we're to evade notice, that evasion must occur groundside."
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    Keliz keys over the comm to diplomatic channels. "New Republic shuttlecraft Dawn Zephyr requesting diplomatic priority landing. Authorization code follows on tightbeam." She pressed a single button that delivered their diplomatic credentials and the priority landing authorization code.
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    "New Republic shuttlecraft Dawn Zephyr requesting diplomatic priority landing. Authorization code follows on tightbeam."
    After a few seconds of static the reply came.
    “Illafian Point control to Dawn Zephyr, we read you loud and clear. Are processing your clearance now.” The controller sounded rather tired, as if in the middle of a particularly long shift. “Hope you’re in no great hurry: I see you’re not on our records so you must be first timers. Pretty much all the traffic we get here is `priority`-this, `diplomatic`-that. You’ll have to tell the noblesse in your cabin to pour themselves another. There’s no rushing some of these yachts. Illafian Point out.”

    As the shuttle drew nearer the planet’s upper traffic orbits, several large cruisers - all far too ornate for either combat or trade - could be seen in orbit, along with half a dozen yachts and shuttles making their way to and from the surface, the outbound ones escorted by a pair of X-wings with New Republic ID. Gallant squadron, according to the Zephyr’s scanners.

    The wait was long and boring but eventually clearance was transmitted and a course sent which took the shuttle down through the carefully-controlled weather of Rathalay - they passed a meteorology sub-orbital on the way - until they could make out the land beneath. While the planet’s weather showed hints of sentients’ control over it, the landscape was a clearer indication. While not immediately fake it was clear that something was not quite natural. There was a certain randomness missing from the meandering of a river, the sweep of a mountain range, the scatter of an archipelago. Everywhere the touch of a sculptor’s hand could be seen.
    The landing course detoured them over the sea a fair distance away from private estates (there was almost nothing but private estates on the planet. No wilderness, nothing that was not owned) but enough could be seen to identify ownership: gardens landscaped in the form of corporate logos and family crests, even a building which still wore the vague outline of the Trade Federation’s iconography.
    As they drew near the land, Illafian Point itself came into view.

    The capital of Rathalay and original landing site of lord Hui Rathalay’s starship the Illafian Epicure. A small settlement was first set up for the servants and household guards not stationed at Rathalay Hall and a starport for incoming shipments. From this it had steadily grown, and rapidly as Rathalay opened the planet up to other rich settlers until it had become the sole center for shipping and commerce. Due to the planet’s affluence it was said that many esoteric and rare items could be found in Illafian Point’s markets and boutiques, from the latest fashions imported by courier from the Core to ancient relics plundered from the tombs of lost civilizations in the Unknown Regions. In addition to a large starport with modern facilities, the Empire had installed one of its prefab garrisons on the outskirts of the city. After the Empire abandoned the planet the New Republic took over the garrison, not particularly liking the symbolism but - according to scuttlebutt - happy to have an established military base to step into. It was from the garrison that the New Republic projected its military into the rest of the sector and protects Rathalay itself.
    In the center of the city were governmental offices build by an early Rathalay when the running of the planet became too much for one individual and a council of advisors and ministers was established. During the reign of the Empire on Rathalay the Imperial governor (officially an advisor to lord Cepar Rathalay though wielding the true power for many years) held office in the garrison but the New Republic’s diplomats now operated from the governmental halls, including a small NRI office with a few Intelligence officers on staff.
    With Illafian Point always being closely watched by the authorities, crime was minimal with most smugglers and other shady-types bringing their goods either straight to patron’s private landing pads, to one of the secondary cities or to their own bases of operation for later smuggling by land.
    The starport itself was set at the foot of a large mountain that rose up overlooking the city, a likeness of Hui Rathalay carved one hundred meters in height into the mountainside.

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