Ziost - Crown of the Sith Empire

It was late in the day when Alister made his way to the Imperial Training Center, There was a man he wished to have a word with, though he wasn't quite sure the Ensign would wish to speak to him. Walking to the information desk he introduced himself and asked if the solider was avilable.

Maybe he would be? Maybe he wouldn't one couldn't tell for certain.

They directed him to a training field where he was showing massassi proper urban combat maneuvers.

An understandable training regime, especially considering the mayhem of earlier in the day. Still that did little to reassure Alister, the Massassi were by and large stupid and useless beasts. The fight they had caused the night before was proof enough of that. Useless for military endeavors but possibly useful as an occupying force. Thus unneeded in the heart of the Empire.

Interrupting the training would be unacceptable though, at least to most military personnel, so Alister waited. In time he would be noticed, and when the Ensign had time he would come over.

The Ensign had the troops run drills and approached, “Oy, civie, what you doing out here?”

"Alister of house Dravvad." The young noble introduce himself. "Sotty for coming unannounced, but these were some things I'd like to speajk to you about. If you had the time Ensign."

“Hell I got a few minutes, but don’t waste my bloody time asking bout the weather,” he said gruffly.

"I'll be as to the point as I can then, Ensign." He frowned for a moment. "You've got a problem, Ensign. Not just the one that you see before you either." He indicated the Massassi with a tip of his head. "Someone is stealing from you.
from all the Imperial forces here on Ziost."

"You are going to have to elaborate, civilian," he said grimly.

"Recently I received a somewhat odd request, Ensign. Someone wished me to look into some corrupted data files." He frowned a bit. "It was a bit odd, but I'm know to do some work on commission so I looked into it."

"Inside was data on shipments, illegal ones. Someone has been taking military supplies from Ziost and transporting them to the outlying provinces. I've tracked the shipments to a shell corporation, but that's about as far as I've got. I thought I should bring this to the proper authorities at that point."

“Well shite boy, hand over that data I can get that to Military Intel,” Pierce responded.

“Ain’t sure what a shell corporation is, but it don’t sound good for us.”

"No." Alister replied as he brought out a copy of the information and handed it towards the Ensign though it was missing any links to the cleverman.

"Whoever was behind it, wanted it to look like the Republic was involved. But I should warn you. It's almost certainly a inside job."

“Well Alister I will be sure you get the credit for this information,” Pierce replied.

“I have to turn this in, bloody hell I hat a traitor.”

He left with haste.

Alister probably would of asked his name be kept out of this, but it was too late for that now.

He gave the Ensign a pilot nod as the man left, then moved to make his own.

/exit.