Threats from within.

[Exile]

[font=Agency FB]Tohoku, planetary Arch.

Three figures. A man sitting down across from the other two, covered in shadow. He shuvs his chair back, puts his feet on the desk, lights up his cigar, inhales...And exhales. 'So..' He begins. 'You're sure shes fit for the job?' 'Yes Sensei. One of the best we have availible.' The man put the cigar between his lips and picked up the datapad infront of him. 'Caste?' 'Infiltrator, fourth cycle.' 'So she's been around?' The man asked. 'Yes Sensei. 'She' has swapped hosts on occasion. The current one seems stable enough, and should prove sufficient.' One of the men awnsered. 'Very well. Let it be so'. The two men bowed, took a few steps back, turned around and walked out of the room. The man stood up, his cigar still in his mouth and walked towards a strange sort of forcefield. He touched it and it seemed to move away from his finger.

Altair, Unkown.

Pods. Hundreds of them. Empty piece by piece. Left, another halway and more pods. Another left, more pods. To the right, pods, halls, straight ahead, stop. One of the pods started to activate. It had an asian looking woman inside of it. She wore the Kusari Naval forces uniform. The pod emptied itself, cabels withdrew back into the floor and wall and slid open. The woman stepped out, and immediatly headed for the launching pad nearby. Her or..It's objective was clear. Iseijin. Kusari. The Arch.

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