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Post by Empress Rhiannon Fel on Oct 25, 2008 12:44:47 GMT -5
Bastion customs station was a space station orbiting Bastion. It was the waypoint for all travel to and from Bastion and outside the Imperial Remnant
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Post by Quarta Latis on Sept 29, 2009 15:22:02 GMT -5
I would like to apply for joing the Imperial faction,my page contains my biography just in case you would like to run a security check.
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Post by Galactic Citizen/Worker on Sept 29, 2009 18:35:29 GMT -5
A bored looking servant looked up as the man approached and proclaimed his intentions.
"Do you have your paperwork Sir? Citizen ID chip...transfer papers?"
She asked him after a brief visual once over.
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Post by Quarta Latis on Sept 30, 2009 18:28:11 GMT -5
I do have my paperwork,here is the file.The citizen chip is in the file.
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Post by Galactic Citizen/Worker on Oct 1, 2009 10:57:39 GMT -5
The bored worked took the proffered file with a look clearly stating they would rather be elsewhere then dealing with him - and certainly did not look forward to shuffling through his paperwork in order to find the required pieces.
'people these days' she muttered nearly under her breath as she picked through his paperwork, flinging undesired sheets back at the waiting man in a manner that stated she really didn't care if he caught them or not before being left with the few she had asked for.
Sliding the ID card through the reader she eyed the information as it came up "Mr. Latis?" she questioned him unnecessarily since the picture on the screen clearly showed they were one and the same man.
"And what is your destination sir?"
(( Out of character tip - typing your characters, actions,moods and reactions to his surroundings help give those you are RPing with something to work off of and add more dimension to your character))
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Post by Quarta Latis on Oct 1, 2009 14:47:55 GMT -5
"The Imperial recruitment office" he replied in a surly manner.He then realized that the worker was obviuosly being impatcient,so he gave him a fearsome scowl that he learned from the thugs on his home on Nar Shaada.
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Post by Galactic Citizen/Worker on Oct 2, 2009 12:13:06 GMT -5
Lifting an eyebrow at the scowl the Station worker wondered just what this man wished to accomplish - did he think such a look would really intimidate her? Considering she spent most of her day dealing with impatient citizens trying to get through customs,it was highly doubtful that she would be swayed by a mere look.
"I'm sorry Sir...but as you have no transfer papers from another Imperial Organization, or an Imperial Citizenship chip...it says here you reside on...Corellia, you will have to go through further security checks. If you could place your luggage on the table there and follow our security agent to the interview rooms we can start processing you"
Waving over a security Agent she whispered to the burly man for a few moments pointing out a few things in his paperwork before motioning him aside and turning her attention to the next person in line.
The burly security guard, looked down his nose at him "Mr. Latis...if you would just follow me back here.." He motioned to a section of small offices off to the side which looked far more like the interviewing rooms at a prison then anything else.
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Post by Quarta Latis on Oct 2, 2009 15:10:46 GMT -5
"Not another security room!"he said impatciently "I had to go through 3 of these on Coruscant!" He pushed his hands into his flight suit pockets.They contained a fusion cutter for repairs a note with his docking bay number, and for just in case a small hold out blaster.
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Post by Galactic Citizen/Worker on Oct 2, 2009 16:00:14 GMT -5
The guard nodded slightly but continued to motion towards the rooms with his hand. "Understood Sir...but we can hardly rely on Alliance security now can we?" he stated, a bit of scorn in his voice as he referred to the Galactic Alliance "I assure you it won't take long...just a few questions while your luggage is examined for contraband and you shall be on your way"
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Post by Quarta Latis on Oct 2, 2009 16:42:37 GMT -5
"Dont ever,EVER, say Galatic alliance in my face."he said angrily "They killed my brothers my father and locked my mom up in Kashyyk. So what exactlt are the questions?"he said the last sentence with a small grin.
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Post by Galactic Citizen/Worker on Oct 4, 2009 9:30:48 GMT -5
If the Burly guard - which Latis could now see bore the name tag 'Hex" - was intimidated by the angry reprimand about mentioning the Alliance, he didn't show it.
Hex led Latis into one of the interview rooms as a couple of separate technician began to go through his luggage. "Please sit...would you like some refreshments?" He asked politely while motioning towards one of the rooms chairs.
An aide entered the room with sweetrolls and cafe hich she set on the table along with a small file which she gave to Hex before slipping out of the room. Hex riffled through the file for a few moments before taking his own seat.
"Sir do you have any known alias?"
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Post by Quarta Latis on Oct 5, 2009 6:43:06 GMT -5
"Quarta klaatu Latis"he said "On Nar Shaada they called me baron latis for my work with baron droids,and a tribe barabel I calls me the "conqusetra",so thats it"
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Post by Galactic Citizen/Worker on Oct 5, 2009 11:17:57 GMT -5
Hex nodded slightly as Latis continued to speak, making a few notes in the file, presumably making down the listed alias'. Taking a sip of Cafe he continued to look down at the file for a few moments making marks here and there before asking he next question.
"And do you have any affiliations with another Government Sir? I see here that you are currently residing on Corellia...that is a strange place for someone wanting to join the Empire to come from"
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Post by Quarta Latis on Oct 5, 2009 17:34:26 GMT -5
"The locals know I support the empire,so they avoid me,and they wont let me in any cantinas."he said.
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Post by Galactic Citizen/Worker on Oct 6, 2009 14:21:48 GMT -5
"your lucky the Diktat hasn't had you killed off - I hear she's not exactly keen about such people on her planet" The guard stated with a glance in Quarta's direction before looking back to the papers.
"I expect your answer is a no then" he mentioned jotting down something on the file before continuing "And which avenue of the Imperial Remnant are you interested in joining?"
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