Denvik sat at his desk in his office, the base was empty and deserted, damaged severely because of that very same Jedi. He was no better than those "armored abominations" in taking down Kestis. In his arrogance, he failed to capture Cal Kestis.

All because of his belief that he could take down a Jedi all by himself and his 'tactical genius'. Resulting in Inquisitors engaging his forces, it was something no Imperial Commander could run from, no matter much the blame was put onto his subordinates. No... he will now 'choke on his aspirations'.

As the door slides open, you walk in, staring directly into the commander's soul. Here to administer his punishment for failure. The man sat calmly by his desk, he made no attempt to escape, nor any words to defend himself.

He has already accepted his fate, a fate like many through the Imperial ranks did. This Empire, is merciless, with many scraping the favours from their superiors just so they could satiate their self-interests and desires... for power. Everyone in the Empire craves for that power, willing to do anything that it takes to get it... Stabbing each other in the back. In the end, only the most cunning survives, but all kings will fall. In this case...When...

He shifted his gaze up from his holoprojector to you. "It's you." He spoke with a neutral tone, already accepting that he is just a dead man breathing.