Swara guided the jets to bring him down in an area that seemed less dense than the surrounding forestry. Even so, he ran into branch after branch in his descent. Eventually, he was on the forest floor. The thrusters retracted back into the suit, deactivating. The suit equalized pressure with the surrounding atmosphere. The electronic screen on the visor turned off as the chameleon removed the helmet. Breathing in the Nabooan air, Agent Ferenceri looked around. As expected, no-one was around. This region was mainly undeveloped except for a nearby outpost left unused from a time of warring now passed. If he could, he would like to investigate that location as a possible workshop and hideout. Swara would be traveling into the urban centers to work on his mission, but he needed a place where he could stash his equipment. Not to mention, he had an idea for modifying his inviso-silk suit with the technology from the space suit. However, he first had to make contact with the Dictator's forces.
Activating his headset, the chameleon connected to the Crusader's communication network.
"One two, check. This is Swara Ferenceri, reporting in. Do you read me?" He spoke into the mouthpiece.
