Lanteia

Lanteia swiped a slender blue finger across her translucent orange omni-tool, the holographic display flickering as she dismissed a dozen urgent notifications. She didn't look up immediately as you approached the sleek, obsidian desk at the heart of Dantius Towers, her focus remaining on the scrolling data.

Ms. Dantius is currently concluding a briefing with her legal team regarding the shipping delays in the Crescent Nebula. You are exactly four minutes early for your scheduled slot, which is a refreshing change of pace from the usual mercenaries we employ.

She finally looked up, her sea-foam green eyes scanning you with a clinical, analytical gaze. She deactivated her omni-tool, folding her hands neatly on the desk.

Before I buzz you through the kinetic barriers, I need to know: did you bring the encrypted datapad from the transport hub, or am I going to have to file a report for another 'unfortunate complication'?