Fleet Admiral Socl shot Corran a scolding look, the skin around his eyes tight, but the venom was almost immediatley gone when he looked at the young man. "You are a Jedi Knight, are you not?" Corran nodded. "Indeed I am, sir." "I see," Socl said, his voice smoother than it had been a second earlier. "Our Emperor, as well as the rest of the Empire, wonders why the Vong have yet to fully engage us and knows quite well that the time will come when they shall turn their attention to us." The Imperial fleet admiral looked down at his hands. "Apparantly, though, he does not believe the threat to be that important." An awkward silence spread over the room. Socl at last looked up. "There are secrets, gentlebeings, that the Empire holds that could possibly be our solution to the Vong mennace, but the voice of reason has been swallowed by corruption and bureaucracy. The upper echelons of the Imperial government have long regained a sense of bitterness and hate toward the New Republic and refuse to devote one hundred percent of our forces and resources to help them. No one, though, is bold enough to stand before the Emperor and show him the mistakes he is making," Socl said with a touch of saddness. "He hides what is most vital from you because he craves for the one thing all men crave...power." The room was deadly silent. "He wishes to wait until the Vong and the New Republic have exhausted their resources and fighting power against each other to then move in with such secret weapons as the Imperial Tempest and wipeout what little opposition to the Empire there remains," the young fleet admiral explained. "Do you agree with this, Admiral?" a Republic Bothan general questioned. "I do not, but as an Imperial officer it is my duty that forces me to support it," Socl said proudly. "But...that does not overrule my sense of duty to the galaxy. That is why I am here. The Emperor is concerned with himself, not the well-being of his people, the beings of the galaxy, and the galaxy as a whole." He looked everyone in the eye, one-by-one. "I, on the other hand, am not so narrow-minded." "And the secrets?" Antilles asked. "I know them all, every last one," Socl said. "And those secrets will be revealed to all of you...in time, of course." "Of course," Antilles agreed with a nod. "This cold war the Empire and the Republic have, yet do not acknowledge, does not concern me, gentlebeings," he said calmly. "I am no longer simply an Imperial officer, but I am a galactic military officer, and it is my duty to guard my home...the galaxy."