[right][sup][h3]COMDR Corvane Voycnor - Embassy to the Galactic Empire, Corellia[/h3][/sup][/right][hr]The late-night rain made the sleek dark spacecraft's arrival that much more thematic. For the two soldiers stood out the back of the embassy, it was a blessing. It meant that their hour's watch had something interesting to it. For Lieutenant Commander Maugvi, who waited half-soaked in his Imperial officer's uniform, it was a curse. For him, it meant that any chance of moving beyond his station was over. He did his time and served the Empire well.
"Not well enough," he muttered as he took one last huff of his cigarra before tossing it to the concrete floor. He would be posted elsewhere, somewhere comfortable somewhere near the heart of the Empire where he would be out of the way while the grown men did their work. It's not to say that he wasn't capable - quite the contrary, given the significance of his now most recent assignment - but rather, that he's a victim of circumstance. As he watched the sleek spacecraft lean back into a hover and pressed a few creases out of his coat, his thoughts wandered to his family. Even if he didn't perform well enough to be trusted with the latest flashpoint in the galaxy, at least he could be with them now.

The spacecraft hissed as it gingerly set itself down on the Imperial embassy's private landing platform. It sat idly for a moment, looming over the two guardsmen and the Lieutenant Commander, before it hissed again to herald the Commander's arrival. The boarding ramp of the ship shuddered before starting its descent, parting to reveal the silhouette of a broad man in a greatcoat and a more feminine figure at his flank. There, at the top of the ramp and with the light at his back, stood Commander Corvane Voycnor, with a head that reflected the lights behind him and eyes that seemed to penetrate every detail. There he was: the "adult" that was Lieutenant Commander Maugvi's replacement. With a hint of malice in his mind, Maugvi lifted a hand to his forehead in salute.
"Welcome to Corellia, Commander Voycnor," Maugvi began, holding his salute as Corvane started his stride down the boarding ramp. Corvane's assistant, Crewman Tiedee, followed at his flank without missing a beat, whipping a gray umbrella open above their heads without so much as a glance as she went. It made Maugvi burn that little bit more. With a conclusive final step and a subtle click of boot heels, Corvane lifted his own hand to his head apathetically, before their hands collectively dropped to their sides. The swagger stick that Corvane held under his arm didn't budge. "We are [i]honoured[/i] to finally receive you. I only wish it was under better circumstances."

At a glance, Corvane seemed interested in everything but Lieutenant Commander Maugvi. His eyes, uncompromising and unrevealing as they were, distantly swept over every detail of the landing pad before running briskly over Maugvi. They hovered over the small pile of burnt cigarras and the creases in Maugvi's uniform. Despite the stony expression that Corvane wore, his disapproval was obvious.
"As do I, Lieutenant Commander, but better circumstances do not bring us together," Corvane retorted. His gloved fingers adjusting on his swagger stick gave more expression than both his face and the face of the secretary holding the umbrella beside him. Had Maugvi also been wearing gloves, they would surely squeak as his hands gripped tight in frustration. Thoughts of his family abated less helpful thoughts. 
"Shall I show you inside then, sir?" Maugvi suggested, half turning towards the door as he did. "I imagine you two have much to do."

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"I will leave you be then, sir." 

The gentle whirr of cycling doors heralded some measure of peace for Corvane. He waited for a moment as if he wasn't truly alone, before letting out a restrained sigh.
"Disappointing, but not unexpected," Corvane observed as he whisked his dress hat from his head. His eyes wandered over the several idle screens of the desolate command center, all unnervingly lifeless and vacant. 
"The last of your men are due to arrive by tomorrow morning, sir," Tiedee assured. Her eyes briefly flashed over her dataslate before looking back up to Corvane, confirming the details as she spoke. "The last of the garrison personnel are scheduled to have left by the following evening." Tiedee, Corvane's secretary and assistant, has been Corvane's shadow for almost a year. The lowly rank she wears on her shoulders means little compared to the authority she truly has. In many regards, she may as well wear the commander insignia aswell. They share the same uncompromising standard for their work; the only difference is that Corvane trusts the troublesome details to Tiedee, who makes sure that they don't bother him later. The sight of a lowly crewman commanding a team of what are essentially executioners is a curious sight to the untrained eye, but a familiar sight in Corvane's wake. After all, Corvane was not made a diplomat because of his prowess in diplomacy.

It was an example that very much applied here, Corvane mused to himself. He had become the embassy commander of the Corellian embassy at the will of the ministry, but that was more of an inconvenience than an objective. With a few idle taps into her dataslate, Tiedee brought the array of idle screens to life. Footage of riots, protests, and news reports were spread neatly across the many screens as Corvane stepped up into the overlook for the command center. His mind wandered back to the planning as he surveyed them all. With the arrival of the last of his staff tomorrow morning, selected by hand by himself and his aides, the operation was finally prepared to enter the execution phase. The mission statement was still fresh on his mind: destabilize the Corellian sector through covert cooperation with the Free Corellia and Free Nosauria movements, and seize proxy de facto control where possible to do so. He already had several meetings planned, but he would need several more before he could establish his network on Corellia and begin aiding the separatists. 

With the powers that comes with diplomatic immunity, and the freedom that comes with a stark absence of Sith, his mission would be that much easier. 

"Have the embassy cleaned to standard before the last of the outgoing staff leave, Tiedee." Corvane ordered, prompting Tiedee to tap at her dataslate as he spoke. "Once we begin, we will be escalating embassy security to more appropriate levels for a [i]conflict zone[/i]. Let's draw some value from the civilians while they're still allowed on site."