Selonia, 1.5 years standard before Present Day
With a push of the button, the doors opened to the Knight-General's quarters.
The interior was pitch black, and a gust of freezing cold rushed out from within.
The Captain of Arbalest paused, discomfited, until a deep voice echoed from the darkness:
"Enter, Captain."
The Captain did so, and with slow, cautious steps, made his way deeper into the seeming abyss. The doors slid shut behind him with a loud and reverberating clack, as the locks engaged. After a few moments of silence and complete darkness, some lights powered on, slowly and dimly illuminating a dais in the centre of the room. In the middle of the dais was a seat, something like a throne, but bare of adornment or pomp.
Upon that throne sat Knight-General Atrapes. He was leaning forward, his hands gripping the armrests of the throne tightly and visibly white with strain. His head was bowed.
Captain Miel looked on this sight with silent fear, until once more Atrapes's voice echoed in the room:
"Speak."
"We are now in orbit over the planet of Selonia, milord," Captain Miel stated, gathering himself and bowing. "We are contacting the planetary government presently to gather information. Our scans indicate no further signs of hyperspace travel, and they haven't the time to calculate new coordinates for another jump. They are surely hiding on the planet."
A hologram was projected in the space between the Knight-General and the Captain. The planet flickered and spun.
"They have not fled to any of the other planets in this system?"
Captain Miel shook his head.
"Our scans are definitive, milord. Selonia and its warrens were their destination."
"Ready my shuttle and prepare the Stormtroopers. We will find them and destroy them."
"Of course, milord. At once." The Captain bowed and left the room, the lights dimming as he exited. When the doors slid shut behind him, he stopped and sighed, rubbing the cold from his fingers and shaking vigorously in an attempt to bring some warmth back to his blood.