*Inspector James Watts knew he had a delicate job to do, but that didn't mean he could afford to go easy on the cantina owner, either. He had to make a firm, authoritative impression if he wanted the severity of his task, and the consequences of disobedience, to be fully respected. This wasn't a case of government meddling. This was a genuine case of public safety. The public health official knew that if he didn't find the source of the viral outbreak, and soon, the hospitals in Rellidir would be overwhelmed.*

=Inspector Watts=
*Arriving at the front door, the uniformed inspector marched up to the counter, and* "Sir, I don't want to alarm you or your patrons, but I must speak with you immediately. May we speak in private?"

=Proprietor=
*The cantina owner's face paled when he recognized the uniform, but he nodded silently, and motioned to a wood-paneled side door.* "This way please." *The poor man hoped that his customers weren't about to all leave the shop en masse upon seeing the inspector. But news of the viral outbreak was not yet common knowledge in this part of the city, and so there was less of a chance of a panic than otherwise. A refusal, however, to comply, would have certainly caused a panic. He had to respect the Inspector.* *Once behind closed doors, he turned almost in fear.* "What can I do for you inspector?"

=Inspector Watts=
"Sir, a food-borne viral outbreak has struck the outskirts of the city. I must test your food at once to ensure that you have not also been contaminated. This thing is spreading like wildfire, and while it is not deadly, it is highly contagious." *The inspector paused and took a breath.* "I need to know where to draw a quarantine line."

*The Sorosuub transports entered the atmosphere of Tralus and descended further into the capital of Rellidir. Qilur gazed at the city, admiring the structure.* *Sadly this wasn't a tour visit, this was bussiness. He missed the old days of traveling among the stars and planets...now he was stuck with a desk job. However, Qilur didn't complain. It was better than nothing.*

*The small fleet of transports headed to dock within the spaceport, taking up the pads between numbers 215 through 224. The vessels landed and disengaged their engines. The moment the ramps lowered, security personnel, assigned to the transports by the Fourth Galactic Empire exited first. Squads of lightly armed stormtroopers kept a good eye on the tanks as they were unloaded. This was necessary to ensure that the order was not tampered nor fall into the wrong hands...the Corporation nor the Empire could risk having one the tank crews go off-hand and cause havoc.* *Qilur stood with two of stormtroopers flanked on either side, watching the tanks on pad 217 being unloaded. He adjusted his cap slightly and continued to oversee this.*

*The Sorosuub transports entered the atmosphere of Tralus and descended further into the capital of Rellidir. Qilur gazed at the city, admiring the structure.* *Sadly this wasn't a tour visit, this was bussiness. He missed the old days of traveling among the stars and planets...now he was stuck with a desk job. However, Qilur didn't complain. It was better than nothing.*

*The small fleet of transports headed to dock within the spaceport, taking up the pads between numbers 215 through 224. The vessels landed and disengaged their engines. The moment the ramps lowered, security personnel, assigned to the transports by the Fourth Galactic Empire exited first. Squads of lightly armed stormtroopers kept a good eye on the tanks as they were unloaded. This was necessary to ensure that the order was not tampered nor fall into the wrong hands...the Corporation nor the Empire could risk having one the tank crews go off-hand and cause havoc.* *Qilur stood with two of stormtroopers flanked on either side, watching the tanks on pad 217 being unloaded. He adjusted his cap slightly and continued to oversee this.*