(I suppose it could work.)
(The letter from Admiral Mott contained his orders and reading over them he at first did not believe it would work. However, upon further review he had decided it was indeed possible. He would need, however, to call in a few favors.)
(First, there was Izzo.)
(Izzo had been a bodyguard of one of his superiors in the Enclave, one of his financial backers. Izzo had moved on after the dissolution of his group and had joined, or so Harrigan believed, the Chandrillan customs unit. While his job was one of peaceful searching he still had what Harrigan required. He had called him and, within the day, he would be here on the surface, at the end of his shift. Now, something remained.)
(Breakfast.)
(Frank took out his false ID, and put on his synth skin. While not masking his entire face it did provide a large scar, meaning anyone who saw him would undoubtedly mention the scar covering his under eye to his chin, one which Harrigan did not posess. He put on his black flight suit underneath a set of ragged civilan clothes, indicating he was one of Chandrillas slummers. He called for a hover cab to take him to the downtown section of Port H'Avardia, a space port city filled with slummers. He would fit right in.)
(He arrived at his destination and followed along on a short walk to Dine 'N Dash cafe, infamous for it's run in's with the law chasing a fugitive here, or out of here, and had seen several gunfights. Lacking money for refurnishing and renovation, the owner took a gamble that by admitting the shady past of the cafe, it would draw admirers and tourists and earn him a small fortune. Since that time, he had not attempted to remove or repair any of the damaged pieces of his cafe and indeed, the place did gather many a civilan to see the place where "Ace" Alan Aldaric had run from TRE troopers only to board a TNA shuttle that was destroyed in orbit. Stories of the pirate king Murdoch and his death in this cafe were being spoken by the pair at the bar. Harrigan chose a seat in the rear of the establishment, as he had been told to, and waited for the waitress, alone on duty this morning, to serve him.)
(He opened a news paper and began reading. The Rogue Empire had signed a peace treaty with the New Alliance... this was new. Rogue Empire begins hunt for Sith threat to the New Republic and Emperor Fearsons lays down a challenge to Ahnk Rashanagok. Good luck collecting, Fearsons, Harrigan mused to himself since Ahnk had been dead now for at least four years. Chances are this "Sith Threat" was another poor lightside faction such as the Mon Calamarian Fleet who had tried to betray The Rogue Empire. He put the newspaper down, managing to contain his disgust. Propoganda... this Rogue Empire was the same as the two Empires around it, the New Order and it's Republic counterpart. They twisted and bent the news to fit them. Harrigan remembered the news report he had seen on Druckenwell before... Sith Brotherhood forces occupy Almania and begin slaughtering civilans. Ah, the gall of an Empire to admit it killed and did not subjegate conquered peoples. He admired that Ahnk... he would need to inquire with his wife as to who had killed him.)
(Finally, the waitress came to his table with a pot of black, and hot, coffee.)
"Cup of coffee, General?"
(She casually remarked as she laid down a cup and filled it. He could not contain his suprise and she immediatly dropped a menu on the table and continued her speil before he could verbally express his shock.)
"Look over the menu and see if anything catches your eye."
(So doped out by the unexpected calling of his former rank, it took Harrigan a few minutes to see what she meant.)
(He opened the menu. There, on the first poage was the breakfast specials. He remembered back to his orders and read the hidden phrase on the page.)
"In the hanger a block away is a Vibre Shuttle."
(But that was it. He imagined he was to steal the shuttle, but what for? And how? He had no guesses to answer those questions but remembered his orders. He sipped at his coffee while waiting for his waitress to return. When she finally did she smiled at him and flipped open her notepad.)
"Good, the kersiol worked. May I take your order?"
(He remembered back to his orders. He looked back on the menu.)
"Breakfast special number one, and I'd like to see your desrt menu if you could bring one."
(And then his curiousity got the best of him.)
"Kersiol?"
(The waitress frowned at him.)
"Look in the window."
(He did, and was shocked to see what greeted him.)
"How did you..."
"It rebonded the pigments and flooded it with new acids. It's complicated... but... I'll go get you your breakfast, General."
(He looked at himself in the mirror, already missing his black and greying hair. He thought that this browning clonde suited him horribly and he didn't like it at all.)
(When his meal arrived, he noticed it had obviously been preprepared and he immediatly flipped to the desrt menu.)
Fruit Pies: 1.45 ric
Frozen Yoghurt: 0.95 ric
Gandian Coffee: 0.65 ric
Corucant Creme Cake: 2.75 ric
Corelian Creme Coffee: 0.75 ric
(Was written on the first page, along with a description of each item written underneath it and it's price. He needed no more, and immediatly scribbled down what he was instructed to.)
49677
(He waited for the waitress to return. She was obviously waiting for him to eat a sizable chunk of his meal so he ate away. He was quite hungary and as breakfasts went this was more than acceptable. After finishing at least three quarters of his meal Harrigan looked up to see his waitress had returned.)
"This desrt selection is somewhat skimpy... do you have nothing else?"
(She frowned.)
"War, pal. Same everywhere."
(He nodded and added to his scribble.)
49-R-6-LE-77-E
(With that section finished he thanked his waitress, payed, with tip, and left to go meet Izzo.)
