Quietly moving through the otherwise busy concourse, Ilana noted those she passed in uniform as her eyes seemed fixed to the datapad in her hand. It's soft glow and small writing kept her enthralled by the news that she had recently gotten. The resistance was on the move again and now that she had to try and gain as much information as she could. Having been here now for over three months, the spy had gained many contacts and assets that kept her abreast of what was now about to explode in the streets of Coronet. The Empire had been trying to keep a tight grip on the independent people of Corellia, but their ill conceived attempt at trying to pacify these engineers and explorers had gone too far already.

Shaking her head, she turned off the datapad, knowing everything she needed to now, and continued heading to the meeting place for one of her assets. He had heard something definitive and she had to get to him before it was too late.

Moving through the security station, the lithe brunette took the few things she had in her pockets from the tray and continued moving, stuffing the ident card, cred stick and loose change into her pockets once again. Voices echoed from unseen speakers, intercom calls for various employees, and none of their names meant anything to her. Imperial officers, small groups of Stormtroopers and technicians came and went, passing the unknown spy in their midst as everyone had their own goal in mind.

Soon, hazel eyes caught sight of the narrow passageway that she knew the informant should be in and moved to turn into it, but stopped. Four white armored troopers surrounded him, his nervous twitching as he handed over his ident card, then glanced at her prompted her to stop and keep moving.

"There," he yelled.

Pushing on, Ilana slipped into a maintenance room and closed the door quietly.

Oh boy.