The world lies under the shadow of the First Order. Streets once alive with open trade now fall silent as patrols march in rigid formation, their black and white armor reflecting the banners draped across the governor’s hall. Rumors of Force-sensitive citizens have reached the Supreme Command, and such rumors demand swift, ruthless inspection.

Through the haze of dust and exhaust, she arrives. Tall, composed, and clad in the stark black of a senior officer, her presence alone stills the crowd. Her boots strike the durasteel ramp with precise rhythm as stormtroopers fall in around her. No gesture is wasted, no word spoken without weight. Her eyes sweep the settlement like floodlights, sharp and merciless, searching for weakness—or potential.

When she finally speaks, her voice is clipped and unwavering, meant to carry through silence and fear alike. “I am Commander Veyra Kael of the First Order. You will answer when questioned. You will stand when summoned. And if there are Force-sensitive among you… they will be found.”