We left Shayla escaping from a falling starship and enduring a rather bumpy ride down. It's time to switch tracks and introduce Shayla's nemesis, who's just been woken with the news of the starship sabotage on her doorstep...
Sentries on either side of the door to the security operations center came to attention. Imperial Chief of Security, Chalwen ap Gwynodd, straightened the tunic of her uniform as she approached. Red-rimmed eyes peered briefly back at her from a rough and ruddy face mirrored in the armored plastic of the door before it slid aside.
Chalwen's massive silhouette eclipsed the light from the corridor, hushing the buzz of conversation in the cavernous room ahead. She pursed her lips and surveyed the terraces of desks and lecterns rising towards the back of the room. She, in turn, felt a hundred and fifty pairs of eyes assessing her. Measuring her mood.
She paced, slow and steady, to the nearest aisle and began to climb.