Internal Security Bureau Building

[Ravik Shadowstalker]

"All I want to know is, do you have an assignment for me?"

Ravik gave a slight smile, "Well, there are several jobs I could give you, though I'm sure washing the floors won't satisfy you. However, yes, I do have an assignment. Tell me, how comfortable are you taking a more active participation in events? I.E. field work."
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Galactic Empire
ISB Director Ravik Shadowstalker




595,000 credits.
3,800 Creds a week.

"The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able function as a soldier is supposed to function.Without mercy. Without compassion. Without remorse. All war depends upon it"



Ronald Spiers: I bet if you went back two thousand years, you'd hear a couple centurions standing around yakking about how Tertius lopped off the heads of some Carthaginian prisoners.

Carwood Lipton: Well, maybe they kept talking about it because they never heard Tertius deny it.

Ronald Spiers: Maybe that's because Tertius knew there was some value to the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest sonofabitch in the whole Roman Legion.

[Neo Sarkkas]

Neo didn't hesitate. "Extremely, sir. My first two weeks of training were on various scenarios and situations that I would encounter in the field. I passed all of the infiltration, weapons, and sabotage tests with flying colors."
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Colonel Neo Sarkkas, Internal Security Bureau


146,900 Credits

Sith Officer: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared. Uh, for what?
Malak: For the death of Revan!
Sith Officer: Why, is he sick?
Malak: *force grip* No, fool. We're going to kill him. And Bastila too.
Karath: Great idea! Who needs a Sith Lord?
Two Officers: *prance around Karath* No Lord, no Lord,lalalalalala!
Malak: IDIOTS! *blasts the two prancers with lightning* There will be a Sith Lord!

[Ravik Shadowstalker]

Ravik gave a slight yawn, "Good, good. There has been a situation on the lower levels of Coruscant that has been rather stressfull. There is an orginization that has been causing some trouble down there for too long. Now, that isn't exactly uncharacteristic here, but it's more of a threat than traditional gang violence."

Ravik adjusted uncomfortably in his chair. "Your objective is to infiltrate them. Find out what they know, what they are planning to do, and who they deal with. This is a situation of planetary security. I wouldn't be opposed to you sending them into dissary by eliminating whoever leads them, but do it without them suspecting you. This orginization is presumed armed and dangerous, which would make sense considering they are actually making their own weapons. I'd advise you to always be on your guard once you go down there. You see, one of the other agents I sent a while ago to investigate, he- well, he didn't come back. They are Rebel sympathizers, though in no way, atleast that we are aware, do they have contact with the Alliance. We do know, however, they plan on doing something. Something big. And soon."

He paused for a moment, seeming distracted. He reached for his datapad and had it display a location many levels down. "The orginization is somewhere in this sector. Try to get the intel ASAP, I wouldn't want another incident identical to the Imperial Palace. I'm going to send Special Agent Greaves with you. He also has recieved extensive training for this kind of situation, however, he is a bit new. Er, bring him back in one piece, will you?"
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Galactic Empire
ISB Director Ravik Shadowstalker




595,000 credits.
3,800 Creds a week.

"The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able function as a soldier is supposed to function.Without mercy. Without compassion. Without remorse. All war depends upon it"



Ronald Spiers: I bet if you went back two thousand years, you'd hear a couple centurions standing around yakking about how Tertius lopped off the heads of some Carthaginian prisoners.

Carwood Lipton: Well, maybe they kept talking about it because they never heard Tertius deny it.

Ronald Spiers: Maybe that's because Tertius knew there was some value to the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest sonofabitch in the whole Roman Legion.

[Neo Sarkkas]

Neo smiled slightly and nodded. "I'll do my best, sir. Thank you."

"Good. Dismissed."

Neo stood from his seat and strode out of the office, his morale rising. His first assignment! He wondered who this Special Agent Greaves was, then shook hhis head and decided to wait and see.
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Colonel Neo Sarkkas, Internal Security Bureau


146,900 Credits

Sith Officer: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared. Uh, for what?
Malak: For the death of Revan!
Sith Officer: Why, is he sick?
Malak: *force grip* No, fool. We're going to kill him. And Bastila too.
Karath: Great idea! Who needs a Sith Lord?
Two Officers: *prance around Karath* No Lord, no Lord,lalalalalala!
Malak: IDIOTS! *blasts the two prancers with lightning* There will be a Sith Lord!

[Neo Sarkkas]

As Neo walked; or rather, limped slightly; into the familiar environment of the ISB offices, he noticed that some of the other officers were staring after him. He didn't meet their gaze, but he swore that one or two of them were smiling slightly. I'll bet it's funny to them, he thought to himself bitterly, that on my first assignment, I end up getting captured by the very gang I'm supposed to bring down. What only made it worse was the fact that he’d been rescued by droids. Not stormtroopers, not even the kriffing CSF, but droids.

He strode into the reception hall and straight up to the Director’s secretary. She looked up from her paperwork to see who he was, then looked back at the screen. “Yes, Colonel, what can I do for you?”

He leaned heavily on his walking stick-it was the only way the medics had let him start walking this early after such a brutal session of interrogations- and spoke softly to her. “You can let me in to see the Director.”
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Colonel Neo Sarkkas, Internal Security Bureau


146,900 Credits

Sith Officer: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared. Uh, for what?
Malak: For the death of Revan!
Sith Officer: Why, is he sick?
Malak: *force grip* No, fool. We're going to kill him. And Bastila too.
Karath: Great idea! Who needs a Sith Lord?
Two Officers: *prance around Karath* No Lord, no Lord,lalalalalala!
Malak: IDIOTS! *blasts the two prancers with lightning* There will be a Sith Lord!

[Neo Sarkkas]

Exiting the Director's office, he looked down and examined the datapad in his left hand. The document read: