Teerson stared out the transparasteel viewport in his assigned cabin, watching Coruscant get smaller and smaller. He missed it already; the small vehicles that zoomed by his window at night, the towering buildings that reached towards the sky, the alien species he spotted in crowds. The captain said it would only be a two day trip, but even though they had departed less than an hour ago, it already felt like it had been a week.

He missed the Imperial palace, he missed his mentor, Shauna, a human female close to thirty. Unfortunately he didn't have many friends to miss...

The Sky Treader, a silver Imperial corvette, made the jump to hyperspace, and Coruscant disappeared into the canvas of blues that streaked by. The door opened behind him, and he turned to see an Imperial Commander in the doorway.

"The Captain requests you in the cockpit." He said in his distinct Core accent.

"Of course." Teerson replied.

The commander stepped aside as Teerson strode out of the cabin. The hallways were white, which was part of the reason Teerson had not left his room since boarding. The plain color was hurtful to his eyes, causing him to squint slightly as he continued on.

The doors to the cockpit slid open, and he walked in with an air of confidence. He stopped behind a man with his back turned. He straightened up, his shoulders moving back.

"You requested me, Captain Zoak?" He asked.

The Captain turned to face him, revealing his face. He was a middle age man with a sturdy build. His cheeks were sunken, either from lack of food or age. His skin was a dark grey, almost as if it was stained with soot and ash, and above his left eyebrow was a white scar. The only thing about the man that wasn't frightening was his eyes. While still hard, his crystal blue eyes were more than inviting, they were friendly.

"Agent Jyn," He began in a low tone. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"We've already met." Teerson pointed out.

"But we've never been formally introduced."

"I prefer to keep the formalities to a minimum."

Zoak smiled. "A true Imperial." He said.

Teerson sighed. "How about you tell me where my next assignment is."

"Straight to the point. I approve." This made Teerson clench one fist in anticipation. "We are heading to the outer rim territories, to the Lothal sector."

Teerson had heard about Lothal. It was a backwater planet with prairies as it's main terrain. The population was mainly human, and it's sector was filled with many mineral rich asteroids. Like all other planets in the outer rim, the Empire had exploited it for what it offered, and left it polluted and miserable. A brief moment of sympathy passed through him, but he pushed it aside.

"A cell of rebels has formed on Lothal, and-"

"It's my job to infiltrate the cell and learn their secrets." He finished the sentence.

"Precisely."

Teerson was suddenly full of anticipation. He had gone undercover before, he'd seen things that many would never, but he had never done anything involving the rebellion.

"How long?" He asked.

"Two months." Zoak said. "We've identified the ship as a VCX-100 Corellion freighter. We're sending a phony shipment of weapons to Capital. We hope this will lure the rebels in, then you snag a speeder bike and chase the imperials, shooting at them. They will chase you out to the prairie and you are to let them shoot your speeder, which should leave you in a spot of weakness. The rebels will save you."

"What if they don't come?" He asked.

"Then the Imperials will arrest you, but return you to us. After we'll have to find a different plan."

Teerson immediately had doubts about this plan. If the rebels caught him, what would they do to him? Kill him? No. Send him to the other rebels? Maybe. Drop him off on some planet where he'd have no way to contact the Imperials for rescue? Most likely.

"My cover?" He asked.

"You are an enemy of the Empire and have lived on Lothal your whole life." Zoak said. "Simple enough?"

"Simple enough," He repeated.

But it wasn't simple enough. Teerson could barely sleep that night, the thought of walking into the unknown creeping through his mind. He had gone undercover before, but these were rebels. They were smarter than traitors or smugglers, and certainly much more dangerous.

He couldn't keep the worry out of his mind. He just stared at the ceiling above his bed. He stared out the window at the blue canvas.

Oh, Shauna. He thought. If only you were here with me... stared at the ceiling above his bed. He stared out the window at the blue canvas.