The meeting was over. Colonel Loor plodded toward the bridge lost in his thoughts. He didn't trust these newcomers, but then, he didn't trust anyone. That's probably why he'd lived so long. Imperial ships weren't known for their friendships. For some reason, though, he felt comfortable around this new Lieutenant assigned to the ship only three weeks ago. It was almost as if it wasn't his decision to trust him... "I must be getting old." thought Loor. As he stepped off the lift onto the bridge, his Comm officer alerted him to a new message from Imperial Fleet Command. "What now?" muttered Loor. These endless messages concerning promotions and transfers were getting tiring. "Sir, this is a holo...shall I begin transmission?" asked the timid Comm officer. A holo? Well, this was certainly different. "No, I'll take it at Tactical." The Tactical station was relatively unmanned at the time, and privacy seemed to be called for. The holo coalesced into a stern looking Admiral. He began... "Colonel Loor, you have no doubt been briefed on the project by now. I am sending the Imperial Star Destroyer Proud Order to assist you and provide protection. See to it this project is successfully completed, and you may be transferred to a...more comfortable position. I will not remind you of the consequences of failure." This was getting more and more bizarre by the moment...