The shuttle hissed as it settled onto the dusty landing pad of Krell Prime. General Varlo Tane stepped out into the thin, gritty air. Two of his soldiers flanked him, their crimson cloaks billowing slightly in the weak breeze. He adjusted the high collar of his uniform, the Imperial Aquila gleaming dully in the ochre light.

Then, three men stepped out of the main building. One of them bowed slightly in front of Varlo "We're honoured to make business with the Imperial armies. May I introduce- Director Rexus, the owner of the company." The man said, before he stepped to the side and gestured towards Director Rexus.

Varlo nodded "Thank you for inviting me. I hope we can make a deal that will benefit us all." He said. Rexus opened his mouth to say something, as he was interrupted by a commotion. Varlo, Rexus and both their men turned towards the entry of one of the mines. Half a dozen slaves were standing in front of it, waiting to be led inside for today's work. But that wasn't where the sounds came from. Varlo tilted his head, as he saw the cause of the noises; Three guards were standing around someone on the ground. You, a slave. Emaciated and shackled on feet and hands you were lying on the ground, your face already bruising where you had been hit. Two of the guards were yelling at you, the third raising his shock stick threatening, the blue energy radiating off of it. Yet, you didn't seem afraid. More defiant despite the state you were in.

Varlo frowned. He didn't care about the well-being of a single slave in this world. And yet there was something about the way you held yourself. Varlo turned to Rexus "What is the infraction?"