The Blacktron Agency can operate visibly in a few places in the Known Galaxy. One of them is the borderworld moon of Akkun; a poor agricultural society only partly under Explorien Colony Forces control.
About this creation
A young farmer is trying to convince the guard of the Blacktron Akkun Directing Hub to let him inside.
He has come with contraband he wants to sell to the Agency.
Eventuelly he is let inside, proceeding to the security screenings.
Surrounded by guards that scan for concealed weapons and/or spyware.
"So, eh, where can I meet anyone in charge of contraband dealing?"
"Move along sir."
"Oh hello, excuse me..."
Let us leave the young farmer there while he haggles for a few more credits that will carry him and his family trough the harsh Akkun everyday life.
And instead take a look around in the next part of the base.
Perhaps behind this corner?
There is someone here!
Indeed! The three directors of Blacktron Agency at Akkun is meeting at the small lab area, and discussing grave matters.
"It has been decided then," says the middle agent in a confident voice, used to giving orders. She is Seanne Lio, veteran of the Blacktrons semicovert borderworld operations. "The subject stays."
"And you both know I will tell Cenral of Operations that I advice against it," grumbles the man to the right. "'tis none of our business."
"Objection is noted Artun. However I trust that you will fully cooperate in the upcoming project revolving around the subject."
The woman to the left smirks. "It is time for an Agency that not only pulls the strings from the shadows, but activly steer the fate of the galaxy. This is our chance and this is our time."
"Spare me another lecture Kaeni," sneers Artun. "The vote is cast and I abide by it. But the CoO will know my opinion, in addition to the decision we've made. To involve ourselves in these events may bring disaster to the entire Agency!"
The argument goes on, altough Seanne soon quells it. But what are they talking about? In the background at the actual laboratory, we see an agent deeply at work.
Is it a cryochamber, like the Explorien holding tubes?
It is of course the Agencys forté to steal other factions technologies and integrate it into their own shady goals - but what is the meaning of this?
We do not get closer this day, altough I suspect that we've not heard the last of this "subject" from Akkun.
On our way out, we meet our young farmer friend again.
It seems like he've met with whomever he wanted to meet, and is on his way out.
"No sir, not here. The other line is for people passing out of the base."
"But why can I just not go out the same way I came in?"
"Are we going to have trouble sir? Are you going to violate our regulations? Are you sowing seeds of chaos and dissent?"
"Um, no of course not."
"Then leave our base by the designated line sir."
"Hey, is there a problem?"
"No Jan, it's just a kid who doesn't understand the importance of orderly base entrances and exits."
Let's leave them there and see what the future holds for the Blacktron Agency, shall we?