[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Jesmand Cartchri[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/3e1537ff5114cbe20e5698f5573225fa/tumblr_mvk8d7vVzc1sj04gto1_250.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] The Vindicator[hr][/center]

	Jesmend rested her hands in her lap as her personal cruiser took off and headed back towards the Vindicator; her face remaining neutral. Well what was considered neutral for her, she always seemed to keep some little condescending smirk on her lips and in her eyes. Listening to Targon speak her eyes shifted slightly to look at him. The lilt in his voice and the glee in his eyes made her question if he perhaps enjoyed his work a little too much.

	[color=a187be]"I think you need to learn the difference between Interrogation and Torture my dear Targon. That or I can only hope that there isn't a doppelganger of you fighting for the Rebels that subjects our loyal members of the Empire to the same tactics you wish employee on their people."[/color] The commodore kept her words and inflection flat while she spoke. She knew Targon was effective at getting his job done and that some of what he did was essential for the Empire, there were always a few that had to get their hands dirty as it were. Granted, that was metaphorically speaking; she wondered as she looked at him if dirt would even risk attaching to his hands. 

	As her ship docked with the Vindicator she undid her restraints and rose form her place, exiting with her shadow following close. (Now Children, this is where you start singing - come join me - [i][url=https://youtu.be/UiNw9xYhhm8]Me and my shadow strolling down the avenue.[/url][/i]) Her hands clasped behind her back as she made her way, a simple curt nod to the lowers that passed her. Several coming to her to report in before she would send them on their way, never missing a step as she walked. Seeing  Shira come into view she cocked a brow.

	[color=a187be]"Then it seems that everything is at status quo. I would expect nothing less. She keeps the crew on their toes and alert. Perhaps they need to pay better attention if they cannot spot a woman of her volume coming from a mile away,"[/color] she stated as she continued on her way and motioned for Shira to walk with her. 

	[color=a187be]"Shira, a course has been plotted for Ancorhead, I want you to go over it. We need the the speediest route, not the most efficient this time. We have received intel of possible smuggling and rebel sympathizers. I want to [i]investigate[/i],"[/color] she said stressing the word investigate as she looked over towards Targon. [color=a187be]"The less use of force required the better."[/color] Looking back before her she kept walking, keeping a steady pace as she went. 

	[color=a187be]"Kayla, make sure your troopers are ready though just in case, I want them well rested and in top form by the time we enter the Ancorhead's system. It is far better to be prepared for force and not require it than to be caught with our..."[/color] she said as she came to a stop and her words trailed off as they turned onto a platform and there was a man hanging off the edge, caught by his uniform dangling there, his pants having slid down to his ankles as gravity tried to pull him further. He was swinging there struggling to right himself so he could crawl back onto the walkway. [color=a187be]"Pants down."[/color]