[b][i]Ostan frowns at your lack of finesse. "Well I can't exactly be seen skulking about with the likes of Umbra and expect to retain my image and key positioning within the Imperial ranks can I?" Ostan puts his newspaper down and removes his reading glasses. "If we expect to accomplish anything, we can't be suspected.. Which is why I employed that little diversion last night." Continues Ostan. "By diverting their attention, I was able to gain access to a previously off limits relay station, and by doing so, took control over a section of the quarantine zone... Which is of little use but it's a start." Ostan slides you a data slate. "Imagine what we could do if we controlled the automated defenses, emergency blast doors, and life support?" On the data slate, it shows a small section of the ship highlighted in green while the rest is red. "I have a plan that involves killing off a few key leaders to open up positions of power, what better way than to cut off life support and vent their lifeless corpses into the void??" Finishes Ostan. "The key to it all is secrecy. Finesse. I expect you're beginning to grasp the concept?"[/i][/b]