[h1][center]The Glasgow - Coruscant[/center][/h1]

Each envoy went off to do their own thing, The Glasgow had taken whatever dossiers were sent to the crews, and were dispersed among the security teams for reviewing. They would be heading to Coruscant, the capital of this empire, and infiltrating. Shouldn't be so bad, unless the away teams ended up doing something very, very stupid. They should just be in, and out. The other teams were secured quarters, or proper sleeping arrangements, and when properly put up were also granted access to engineering where they would be fitted for their omni-tool chips if they wanted one. The Tutorials that were given on the device would properly cover everything they needed to know. From using the fabricator to making a blade, or compressed gasses, to using it to break into secure systems, and to interface with what they were given clearance to around the ship. Mostly to use the elevator, access the food dispensers in the mess hall, and the datapads that were given to them to go with their omni-tools preloaded with a bit more history of their universe, and some tasteful books that hopefully wouldn't offend the senses.

The omni-tool would be invaluable to infiltrating Coruscant, and her systems. Travis doubted that imperial systems could properly deal with foreign intrusion so the thought of siphoning whatever the hell they use for currency around here crossed the mind of the assembled infiltration crews, and command staff aboard The Glasgow. But they'd bring that up when they got closer to the planet in question, and assembled the crews for talk about their assignment. 

as the ship entered hyperspace, and left the mists. Travis breathed a sigh of relief, it felt nice to be out there again. The idea of seeing other planets, and exploring new space fascinated him. From what data that could be pulled up about the planet was that it was just one big city on a planet, nothing more than that. Composed of layers, of layers of buildings that stretch beyond anything one could see on the citadel, or Earth. They would be acting the part of a civilian yacht, so they would very much be acting like tourists seeing the big city for the time being. 

When they finally entered Coruscant space sometime later, the bridge crews were hailed by the port authority. "Unidentified ship, you do not match any known ship designs, identify yourself, and point of origin." The voice that came through flooded their speakers, and the bridge crew scrambled to send a message back. "We're The Glasgow, civilian yacht on a pleasure cruise from around the outer rim, last planet we were at was Bakura but we wanted to see the big city. Now my clients are upset were stopped waiting on you, do you really want to tell these very rich people they aren't welcome?"
The voice on the other end was clearly talking to someone else, the bridge crew heard something about yokels, and tourists, before it spoke again. "Glasgow, you're clear to dock at civilian port nine-four, please pay for your docking fee before heading planetside." With that out of the way the crew made port, and shuttles would be prepped but for now they had to gather the other crews for a briefing.