"All passengers, please be ready to display papers and identification upon docking."
Vincent sat with his back slouched for effect. His face was almost completely covered by a metal mask and what wasn't covered showed burned tissue suggesting he was in an accident. In his hand he held the papers he would need to land on the Imperial Capital for his vacation of sorts. If you called research a vacation.
"First class passengers please rise and step forward to present your ID."
Vincent lifted himself from his seat, and walked towards the front of the passenger liner. A few imperial customs personnel stood their checking the papers passed to them by the passengers. When it was Vincent's turn, he handed over his papers and watched the men study them.
"Ex-military, huh? What happened?"
"Rebel ambush. I got my face burned in an explosion."
"Damned rebel scum. Alright, you may pass. Welcome to Imperial Center."
The customs officer passed Vincent his papers back and Vincent walked out of the shuttle and to the ground below. Thier, his already searched bags waited for him in the hands of another imperial official. He grabbed the bag with a small thanks then headed off through the facility towards the exit. He needed to find accomodations.