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The matter was entirely too theatrical for Sayall’s taste. The clandestine meeting of the Imperial Admiralty on a remote world was not his choice, it was a directive from Grand Moff Dexen himself. Had it been up to Sayall, they certainly would have chosen a world more temperate, as the weather on Toola was less than ideal. The planet was cold and for the most part sparsely populated, at least outside of the major population centers. That was what made Toola the perfect location for this meeting, with so many locations being devoid of intelligent life forms, the Empire had little to fear from prying eyes. 

Sayall stood at the top of the loading ramp of his shuttle surrounded by a small detail of storm troopers waiting for the ramp to lower. He fastened his heavy coat and brushed it with his hands, ensuring that it was impeccable as would be expected from a man in his position. Not that it truly mattered, the moment he stepped off of the shuttle, the icy winds of the frozen tundra would render all of his grooming for naught. 

It was ironic in a way. If the Imperial forces failed to execute the plan that he and his closest confidants had drawn up, their failure would render this conference, as well as the decades of rebuilding the Imperial machine an exercise in futility. In the next several days and weeks ahead, the very existence of the Empire lay in the balance, after all…what is an Empire without subjects?

Slowly, the ramp lowered to the snow covered ground, and surrounded by his escort of storm troopers, Grand Admiral Vonn Sayall descended the walkway to meet his audience which had already arrived and were awaiting him on the ground. A majority of the Imperial Admiralty stood before his shuttle, most with an escort of soldiers standing by their sides. It would have been an impressive sight to behold if anyone were on the frozen tundra to witness the Imperial gathering. As Sayall made his way toward the crowd, he immediately spotted his greeting party, Admiral Rana Arsnik of the super star destroyer [i] White Bazaar[/i], a particularly gifted member of the Admiralty. Admiral Arsnik had proven to be creative, and had an impressive record. Arsnik was also confident, and Sayall was sure that she thought that she could do his job better than him. And perhaps she could, after all she had gained an unwavering loyalty from her charges and was a true leader, and above all, Sayall was glad to have her. 

As he approached Admiral Arsnik, he made eye contact with her as she saluted him, a gesture that he returned. 

“Good to see you Admiral, we have much to discuss.” Sayall said with an air of confidence as he gestured to the large makeshift shelter that would serve as the conference room for this meeting of the Empire’s best. “But perhaps we should get in out of the cold.”