The streets of the capital blurred past as we moved swiftly, weaving between the people and the thick weight of attention that followed us.
There was no time to stop. The walk to the military headquarters felt both long and short, rushed in our movement, but heavy with the shifting air of what had just taken place.
Before long, the tall metal gates of the Imperial Military HQ came into view, standing proudly in the heart of the city. Behind it loomed the grand structure built like a fortress. The heart of the Empire's war machine.
As soon as we stepped through the gates, a silence swept across the courtyard. Uniformed soldiers, officers, even Masters passing by, all paused. Then, one after another, they stood straight and saluted.
"Commander."
"Commander Ironhart."
"Sir!"
