Per my new OP template, thread is death enabled
Darth Trelain had been relatively busy since coming into power as a member of the Imperial Council. Heading the ISB, heading the Inquisition, and keeping the Empire safe had consumed virtually every hour of the day.
In those hours, multiple reports had come across Trelain's desk regarding the actions of one Commander Altair Din. The two had exchanged... words during one of his previous operations, but this time it was a far more pressing concern than the lives of a small village.
Truth was, it was all compounding. The the Killik attack on Korriban had put him on her radar, the incident with the village had moved him up the ladder of attention, and the reports from her spies had earned him a meeting that he may or may not be glad he had.
He'd been summoned back to Korriban - now thoroughly secured thanks in large part to her efforts - and he would be seen into her office as soon as he arrived. For her part, she sat at her desk, robes looking surprisingly understated for someone of her rank, shuffling through the near-full ream of papers and reports she still needed to go through.
In those hours, multiple reports had come across Trelain's desk regarding the actions of one Commander Altair Din. The two had exchanged... words during one of his previous operations, but this time it was a far more pressing concern than the lives of a small village.
Truth was, it was all compounding. The the Killik attack on Korriban had put him on her radar, the incident with the village had moved him up the ladder of attention, and the reports from her spies had earned him a meeting that he may or may not be glad he had.
He'd been summoned back to Korriban - now thoroughly secured thanks in large part to her efforts - and he would be seen into her office as soon as he arrived. For her part, she sat at her desk, robes looking surprisingly understated for someone of her rank, shuffling through the near-full ream of papers and reports she still needed to go through.