BRENTAAL
ISC territory. Not the place for those with imperial sympathies, something that those still wearing them on their sleeves would become all too aware of in a flash. Overnight, any imperial still on the planet became a hostage, everyone they could get their hands on was dragged violently...
Finally. A mission worthy of his talents. His gait while walking away from his superior's office would be as evenly paced as always, the only change betraying his newfound eagerness a subtly stronger strike with each footfall. Possibilities and strategies already racing through his mind as to...