Chapter 3“Colonel,” the com squawked on her desk, “I've just received a request for a dossier on the subject.”
Colonel Melanctha Remes looked up from her desk at the back of the theater at IBS Command on Lucina IX. Atop the fine classical lines of her face was a nose as sharp as an axe blade, perfect for cutting through the red tape of Imperial bureaucracy. She peered through the glasma pane separating her from operations.
Beyond the glasma was a darkened room lit solely by the myriad of holo displays hovering above the staff. Five rings of desks encircled a central pit, where her immediate subordinate stood, directing the surveillance technicians around him like an orchestra conductor.
“I'll be there in a moment, Lieutenant-Colonel.” All squawk-box coms recorded, she wanted this inform
