Dathnaeya sighed heavily as she finished the report. Saving the information, she sat her data pad down on her desk and looked out the window. The view from her office in the Dearic capital building was not spectacular. She could barely see the Dearic theater house over the tops of some generic office buildings, and off in the distance a couple of grand hotels.

“Time for a break,” she muttered to herself. Logging her time, she strode to the door of her tiny office. Her normal pattern was to head for the balcony at the back of the building overlooking the rolling hills south of the city. Today, though, she needed to be closer…actually a part of the peaceful view.

It would shorten her break somewhat, but quality was more important than quantity at the moment. Checking out her standard issue pistol with the guard at the front of the building, she circled around to the east and walked through the gate in the low city wall that was more for decoration than to keep any thing in or out.

Several more minutes found her outside the wall, opposite her favorite balcony spot, staring out into the vast, empty hill country south of town. Her eyes adjusted so that she focused on nothing and she let her mind drift.

Dathnaeya was startled out of her reverie by the chirping of her communication link. Frowning at the interruption she reached to turn the annoying device completely off, but noticed who was coming her.

“Taarna,” she said simply.

“Dathnaeya, do you remember our conversation the other night after the Fed Dub briefing?” Taarna was an older man, a distinguished member of the Corellian Security Force. It was he that originally trained the young girl who was now one of CorSec’s most promising officers.

“I remember. I still don’t have enough information,” she replied.

“That’s why I called. I’m sending you an individual who should be able to gather that information for you. They have done some work for me recently which was very impressive. This individual is not only efficient and thorough in their work, but they are very observant, capable of make wise decisions, where others would move too quickly or jump to conclusions.” Taarna smiled the doting smile of a father to his beloved daughter.

“Alright. This person will be able to investigate for me without harming my position here at CorSec. I’ve got a couple of contacts they may be able to work for and by that, gain enough information for me to finally make up my mind. I’ll set up the meetings.” Dathnaeya paused for a moment, running her hand through her flowing red hair. “You know, this may mean we won’t be working together any more.”

“My dear, if it means you can sleep at night, I will be content. Whatever choice you make, I will always be here for you,” Taarna smiled warmly.

A few weeks later, Dathnaeya was standing in that same spot outside the fence, leaning against it. Coming towards her with the wary eyes and easy gait of someone who had seen a lot of action was someone definitely not native to Dearic. After looking her up and down, the stranger tilted their head and spoke, “Ms. Loessin?”

Having carefully prepared what she was going to say, she sighed heavily and began, “I stand here often, staring up at the stars, and all I can see is war. I feel it moving to envelope me though I've tried to avoid it. If I remain on the side and do nothing, I know I will be destroyed for certain. My name is Dathnaeya Loessin. Agent Taarna said you are thorough, efficient, and more importantly, wise. I need you to help me now, as you helped him…”

It is up to you to visit Dathnaeya in Daeric to help her make a decision, will you show her the order of the Empire or the compassion of the Rebellion?

The office of the Aggregate Civil Liberties Organization (A.C.L.O.) can be found just outside the city of Dearic on Talus. This office is an information coordination center for the organization handling the flow of operatives, resources, and communication. Staffing the facility are a few military trained guards, personnel, administrators, and a host of computer network operators and slicers.

The Nightstrike Soldier Hegemony is a humans-only private mercenary group that has worked for the the Empire for the past few years. Their base on Talus can be found several kilometers to the west of Dearic. Military personnel, almost entirely male humans, surround and fill the base led by various highly trained combat officers. Non-combat personnel, usually human females, fill various functionary roles within the base as well.