Character Profile: Intel Officer Nitara Goda — Part 1

⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ ⬛⬛⬛⬛ POI Intelligence Dossier | Collated by Operative Pegasus

We’ve crossed paths with this Intelligence Officer in the past. The recruitment of Operative Zelus was almost compromised by Nitara Goda’s involvement — refer to Operative Zelus’ logs for a more detailed overview of the incident.

During the operation, we assumed that any Ranger investigator would lack either the perceptiveness to uncover our infiltration, or the combat proficiency to survive our mercenary extraction. Intelligence Officer Goda was a chastening reminder that not all members of the Ranger Corps wilt when removed from their stations and prised from their Starfighters. We have watched her closely but carefully since.

The earliest intelligence on Goda originates on Klemmata, her home-world at the outer edge of Commonwealth space.

Galactic News Service broadcast

Klemmata has been rocked today by allegations of bribery, corruption and invasive breaches of genetic privacy.

Satvari and Dela Goda, long-standing and high-ranking ministers within the planet’s Office of the Treasury and Office of Security, have been arrested by the Klemmata Planetary Security Force. The allegations against them include selling the genetic data of Commonwealth citizens to notorious Brooksea Company operative Halfgrim Relanjonsen. Also alleged is the acceptance of bribes from planet and asteroid rulers throughout the Styx System, in exchange for Commonwealth grants of credits, Niomer and rare ores.

Further details are as yet unconfirmed, but inside sources have claimed that the married couple’s alleged offenses were discovered through a tip from Ranger Corps officers surveilling illicit Brooksea activities.

Satvari and Dela Goda are expected to appear in front of the Supreme Court of Klemmata early next year. They face several counts of bribery in the first degree and gross invasion of genetic privacy, which could carry prison terms of up to sixty years.

Commonwealth Secret Service Agent, Roderick Cole: Personal Log 1

You can’t trust smiles in the Klemmata Capital. In their high-rise offices, Commonwealth officials give their lizard-smiles, selling their constituents false promises and their agents false promotions — I can attest to that last. In the markets, merchants with winning grins hawk their Anonest-grown pork — but I’ve seen the vats of faux-meat gestating a few blocks downtown. And in the winding warrens and alleys, amid the seething crowds of this overpacked planet, every flash of teeth or upward twitch of the mouth is suspect — a warning to check your pockets and the pack your engineers swear is impregnably secure. Thieves and pickpockets are a plague here, and some of them have turned it into an art form. If I reported every time I lost service property in the streets, my CO would rip my head off, send me straight out to surveilling Junker colonies…

I shouldn’t even be committing any of this to text … but Brooksea’s never cracked any encryption as heavy as this. And Union intelligence? Forget about it.

Besides, I need this. Day in, day out, in such a state of closed-off hyper-awareness, keeping up a smile and studying everyone else’s … it’s all pent-up, building and building … it has to be let out somehow, and every other way I can think of is worse than this.

Story in Klemmata Capital Daily

Child of Disgraced Commonwealth ‘Gene Thief’ Couple Missing

Today, authorities have issued an urgent plea for community assistance in locating fourteen-year-old Nitara Goda — the daughter of disgraced Commonwealth officials Satvari and Dela Goda. Since the sentencing of her parents in 486, Nitara Goda has been a ward of the Ridia Soh Children’s Home. On Thursday morning, her dormitory was found empty, with signs of damage to the fifth-story window.

“Crucially, glass from the broken window was found on the street below, not inside the room,” said Ignacio Vidian, Sergeant of the Klemmata Planetary Security Force. “We believe we are looking at a case of a runaway, not some kind of an abduction. But a young girl on her own in Klemmata Capital could get in some serious trouble. We want Nitara to please return to the home or present herself at a station as soon as possible, for her own safety.”

Members of the community with any information concerning Nitara Goda or her whereabouts are asked to contact the KPSF as soon as possible.

Commonwealth Secret Service Agent, Roderick Cole: Personal Log 2

Three years of nothing but corporate bull and backhanded compliments, but now the higher-ups have been caught with their collective trousers down, they come bowing and scraping. If I don’t come out of this on a new pay scale, and with at least an asteroid to my name, I’m defecting.

A spy walked right out the front door in a cleaner’s uniform, Commonwealth data in hand. Another Brooksea spy, of course. Where are the Xanorra spies? What am I saying, that would require one of those drooling imbeciles to form a coherent sentence. Although, come to think of it, they might blend in quite well in the ministry’s offices.

Anyway, it should be routine on our end. We’ve matched the ‘cleaner’s’ face to a Brooksea agent we already have on file. We’re surveilling the usual thoroughfares, known Brooksea hangouts, spaceports and Warp Gates. I’m walking the streets myself — no substitute for a good pair of eyes, an agent on the ground, ready for action. We’ll get him. So long as none of these KPSF meatheads get in the way.

Observations from Operative Zelus

Dead end after dead end. I’m finding the Intel Officer’s time on the streets of Klemmata very difficult to acquire intelligence around. She has been diligent about scrubbing as much of her past from records as possible.

I’m absolutely not complaining, but I wonder whether as a new recruit, I’d be better off beginning with another task — easier is the wrong word, but a subject with more data maybe. Just a suggestion.

Response from Operative Pegasus

New recruits have to prove themselves.

You don’t lack data, Operative, you lack skills of observation. You’ve read the reports of her parents’ arrests and her disappearance from the orphanage, correct? And the reports lifted from the personal files of Commonwealth Agent Roderick Cole — you’ve read the three logs in their entirety? The answers are plain to see. If you lack the ability to make some simple deductions, perhaps we were wrong about you.

Response from Operative Zelus

My sincerest apologies, Operative Pegasus. You’re right, I need to prove myself, of course, I can see that. I’m sorry, I overlooked the third of Agent Cole’s logs. I will complete my review, and be more observant in the future.

Response from Operative Pegasus

That would be very advisable.

Commonwealth Secret Service Agent, Roderick Cole: Personal Log 3

We got him. And the stolen Commonwealth data, we’ll soon have that as well. Crisis lifted, embarrassment averted for the official duped by Brooksea, the career of another incompetent product of nepotism salvaged — thank the Maker.

The Brooksea operative was child’s play. He contacted one of our plants, a merchant with some spare room in his cargo hold — available for a modest price, ‘no questions asked.’ I picked up his tail myself, followed him down some of Klemmata’s seedier alleys. This guy wasn’t one of Brooksea’s best. He jumped at everything that moved, moved at just shy of a run, had his hand locked to the satchel hanging at his side. Couldn’t have looked more paranoid and suspicious if he tried — and it turned out, couldn’t have looked more appetizing to an unscrupulous street urchin.

I noticed her slipping through the alleys adjacent, a dark-haired girl in scuffed, threadbare clothes. Her movements were textbook — keeping just the right distance, close enough to never lose him, not so near that he registered her. She was good — not as good as me, but better than a self-taught pickpocket had any right to be.

I dropped back, and tailed her as she tailed the Brooksea. A merchant got in the operative’s face, waving some cut-rate Holo Companion Emitters, and he let go of the satchel for just a moment to ward him away. And quick as lightning, her hand was darting inside, slipping a data pad from the satchel to her jacket. She melted into an alley, and the operative went on, oblivious, hand locked to the satchel again.

I sent my team after him, and they picked him up without incident. The girl, I followed. She’s holed up in an abandoned Arat’s 21 den right now, probably wondering what in Krasa she’s got her hands on. She’s about to find out.

I haven’t cleared this with the higher-ups, but I doubt even they would have the audacity to act righteous after this mess. I could go busting in there with a squad armed to the teeth, but instead I’m going in quiet and alone. Maybe it’s some kind of death-wish — maybe I’ve spent a month too many surrounded by fake smiles and syrupy lies.

I’m going to make her an offer — the data, for an invitation to join one of the most bureaucratic, nepotistic, slimy organizations in Canis Major, and help me do something about fixing it. If she’s got any sense, she’ll fill my skull with plasma, and make a pretty profit selling the Commonwealth’s dirty secrets. Here’s hoping.

Request submission: Commonwealth Agent Nitara Goda to Klemmata Federal Correctional Institute

Request for records of Inmate 57349937 (Satvari Goda) and 23984739 (Dela Goda)

Request GRANTED by Warden Lynd Ra

Note from Operative Pegasus

Reminds me of our poor old Operative Zelus. Always checking on his Lizzy.