Last Praetorian
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Outer Rim Territories | Cholganna | High Command Center
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Valerian was on Cholganna and in old Confederation space for the first time. The ISS Adamant Resolve had exited hyperspace a few hours earlier and its speartip shape had glided through the void while hailing, sending and receiving security codes and clearances, even going through a intensive scan to prove they did not hold any surprises. They harbored none. The majority of the Shattered Legions was on board the ship, together with its equipment and supplies - as few as they had.
A gunship had transported him and his staff to the surface of the lush, green world. Though the view of far reaching forests disappeared quickly, replaced by ferrocrete and banners. Imperial standards high and bright, brutalist architecture made practical, the Imperial headquarters was neither unique nor mistakeable for anything but a show of imperial military dominance. Valerian's heart felt heavy at the sight, both cheerful and melancholic.
He walked through the clean corridors with calm and confident steps, his helmet held firmly in his armpit with the grey eyes scan the soldiers around with a watchful gaze.
They were early. Apparently, too early for their meeting would only start in an hour. Therefore Valerian nodded his staff off to take a moment of respite and calm before walking off himself, eventually in a gallery overlooking vast outside hangars for vehicles and depots of equipment. He stood there, silently, in deep thoughts, just staring outside at imperial warmachine and troops.
