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Ladon looked around, his eyes briefly scanning the interior of the building. He stepped inside, his eyes on "Michael." As he stepped into the room, the light that seeped through the pockmarked walls. The guy at the very least looked the part, and Ladon was for the most part desprate, while the Front's extensive informant network kept him appraised of the Empire, and TNG's doings, Imperial seizures at the border, along with joint operations with ALIRBAD made getting equipment difficult, and he was forced to turn to local crime syndicates, and ultimately Hataf.

Or so he thought.

"I figured you'd be taller." Ladon commented, his voice lilted by a strange accent, and hearing the man speak for the first time betrayed an unusual accent, He wasn't a native speaker of English, or Common, but he also wasn't a native speaker of Anquietas, the pronunciation was off.

"You have no idea the lengths I've had to go to make this happen, but there's a time for reckoning, your actions today will lead to the downfall of the Empire, and fracture the regime which has murdered my people for a millennia."

The door creaked shut behind him, and he held out his hand, dropping a heavy suitcase on the ground.

"Alloy grade Kanvium precursor, like we agreed." He said dropping the material on the floor, and kicking it forward. "You'll need two other components, but your group should be able to source them locally."