It wasn't often that she found herself on Dac.

A beautiful planet, but one that she rarely had cause to visit. Her duties and posting afforded little time for trips to the more inner portions of Alliance space. Her usual routes were along the Border, and that was where she mostly stayed. And admittedly, the times that she had visited Dac, the circumstances had been much less than pleasant.

The nature of her presence here, now, was of a very personal type. She'd requested a small amount of personal leave, and the powers that be had been kind enough to grant her request.

And so now, on Dac, the Lupine strode calmly through the halls of Alliance Intel's sprawling complex. Her uniform was spotless, her features set in a neutral expression. She was here for one woman.

Grace Van-Derveld.

There was a small bit of nervousness in her mind, but it was held in check with tight control, and as she stepped onto the lift that would take her up another few levels, she waited in patient silence to be deposited on the floor she'd selected. It didn't take long. A soft ding, and a moment before the doors opened. Stepping out, s'Il continued her short journey.

It would not be long now.