“I’m having a speeder truck put at your disposal,” Haben said as he ended his communication.

“I can provide men if you require them.” Though his face was the same stoic mask, she could sense his excitement. Duty on Tatooine was certainly boring and he must imagine he was playing some important part in some byzantine black operation. Leyla shook her head.

“Best not attract any more attention than we need to, keep a low profile they told me,” she lied.

“You have been a great help Lieutenant,” Leyla said, reaching out to clap him on the shoulder. The action allowed her to surruptiously pluck the comm unit from his pocket, reset the frequency and slip it back into place. He clearly wasn’t comfortable being touched by an alien, but that only made it a better distraction.

“Please tell your men to forget everything they saw here today,” she finished, removing her hand. Haben nodded.

“If I can ask, what is this stuff for?” he asked, nodding towards the weaponary. Leyla shrugged her shoulders.

“Above my paygrade I’m afraid,” she said feeding into the impression that she was nothing but a cut out for some shadowy deal.

“Maybe for the locals to shoot at aliens, maybe for aliens to shoot at the locals, whatever is needed to remind people of the benevolent and civilizing hand of the Empire,” she exlained. It was a wonder she could keep the words from sticking in her throat, but lying was like any other skill and she had gotten rather alot of practice. Haben put a finger to his nose and smiled before turning to his men.

“We are done here, move out,” he snapped, and they Imperials turned and marched off the ship. The hatch hissed closed behind them as the clanked down the ramp. Leyla kept her posture errect for a minute before slumping in relief.

“Idiots,” she muttered, though as always, duping the Imperials brought a smile to her face.