The man clutched his cloak tighter about him to keep away the cold. By the Force he hated the cold! There was nothing in the galaxy more frustrating than the feeling of a thousand icy daggers sticking you in wherever your coat was not. The feeling of a lick of frost corroding your skin.

It was horrid!

Why the hell did they choose this place of all the places to meet? What was so special about a giant mountain top on Chandrila? Stupid Neimodian @#%$, this intell had better have been good!

He reaches into his coat pocket for a cigarra, that always warms him up.

The Arrival of The Corellian Gunship Dreadful would soon give way to negotiations on the cold mountain top of Chandrilia as a Representative of the Trade Federation boarded a Lambda Class Shuttle, and quickly headed down to the surface. Minutes later, the shuttle would land on the icey mountain top, and a Neimoidian, wearing formal robes stepped down from the ramp, accompanied by a small entourage of Droideka Destroyer Droids.

"Greetings from the Trade Federation. I assume you are the man dispatched from the Jutraalian Empire?"

The Jutraalian, completely decked out in military wear bearing the Jutraalian seals all about, rolled his eyes, despite clattering teeth.

"Nah I'm out here freezing my ass off cause it's fun," he said sarcastically.

"You have the information the emperor wants right?" he says, getting right to the point.

The Neimoidian man, obviously a Senator, Ambassador, or Aristocrat nodded his head.

"The Galactic Defense Initiative's supply of Durelium is shipped to the planet of New Alderaan."

The Neimoidian flicked his hand open, revealing a small sphere. PRessing a button, a galactic map of several trade routes appeared. The map zoomed in to the Trade Federation's export of Durelium to New Alderaan with several small red dots appearing on the map, indicating Trade Federation Cargo Vessels.

"Though a supply of about 5,000 Metric Tons of Durelium, which can supply a fleet of Fifty Capital Class Vessels has already reached the New Alderaan System safely prior to the blacklist initiated by the Trade Federation, several other smaller cargo vessels are carrying a total supply of an additional 85,000 Metric Tons of Durelium in these locations."

The man pointed to the red dots on the holographic map. before turning it off, and handing it over to the man.

"The Viceroy would like to extend an invitation to the Jutraalian Empire to keep any stocks they seize for there own. If no further supplies get through to the New Alderaan System, it is estimated that there supply of Durelium will run out in less than a week's time with the curent war, after which time there Hyperdrive capabilities will be limited."

The robed Neimoidian turned, and stepped back up into the Lambda Shuttle as the hiss of the airlocked started, and the ramp closed.

He waited patiently for the figure to disappear, then waited even more patiently for the shuttle to take off into the atmosphere. He let a few more gusts of wind hit him as the shuttle screamed off into the sky before he threw his cloak off and crouched down on the ground with his datapad.

Dozens of soldiers from all about rose from their hiding spots, blending in perfectly with their backgrounds, moving closer to the intelligence operative. He had done his part perfectly, and not a single shot had to be fired. How perfect.

The intell man lifted a comm link.

"Roger HQ, we have it," he said, any signs of discomfort having left his system wholly. He made a quick sweep of the datapad with a scanner. "I checked it for bugs, it's good, when I get back to base I'll submit to you a report on the findings."

With that the intelligence force broke off in every direction, and they were gone, as if nothing had ever happened.