"Anything that I may do for the cause old friend" Malit said accepting the plans.
An exaggerated bow followed, and when Malit raised up from the bow he let out a howl of laughter. Quickly shaking Traets hand, he said "I won't let you down old friend."
Departing the conference chamber he and Traest were in, Malit made his was to the hangar to access one of the many ships that the consortium possessed. This of course a Kitana fighter recently captured by a ground of rogue bandits whom the Bothans then bought it off of.
Checking the codes with current imperial database read outs Malit was satisfied with the fact that he would be able to pentrate imperial defenses as one of their own. His main worry was when he doned the imperial flight suite. Aside from his helmut he also applied a chemical mask which gave him the look of an ordinary human. Brown hair, green eyed. The mask could be ripped off, but he hoped it would not come to that.
It was imperitive that he blend in on Sullust in order that he may find where a true imperial stronghold lie. Generally indifferent to the goings on about the galaxy, Malit did this souly for Bothawui. The highest bidder would be able to decide whom the information when gathered would go to. With ID tags in hand and ship powered up the Bothan took off from the main spaceport and set coordinates for Sullust.