It was a busy moment at a camp of one of the legions of army of the Conqueror. Soilders and driods were dashing aorund all with their own tasks and buisness. The same could be said about the meeting room on top of the control tower in the middle of the camp right near two giant parked cargo ships.

In the meeting room many captains and commanders were discussing something in small groups or heading somehwre. Around the central table general Enrion was looking at a huge holographic map with a group of commanders staying quietly to his side as he was talking to one of them.

Suddenly a champion with red energy sword, bruised armour and a giant poorly healed wound across left half of the face Sanro aproached, bowing.

Sanro: Hello sir...

Enrion turned behind, looking at him as he has been expecting him.

General Enrion: Hello commander... Is the job done?

Sanro: I am sorry to say sire, but I failed...

At that moment Enrion chamged in face and cletched his fist.