A human man in business apparel makes his way down a corridor and into an internal docking bay. A large luxury ship awaits his arrival, many armed guards bearing the Yarrowkev emblem on their uniforms surround him. They let him pass and ascend up the boarding ramp to enter the craft. He walks into an office where the light is angled in just the right way to shade the face of a suited man standing behind a desk. “Sir, the survey team has escaped.”
There is a deep exhale, then a husky voice replies, “That is fine. I think we have made our point.” The shrouded man takes two steps from one shadow to another. “I think they know it is in their best interest to remain dead to the Galaxy. They should no loner be an issue.”
“I must disagree. Sir. We don’t know how much they have seen. They can…”
“They are weak cowards who have faced our might in the eyes and lived to remember it.”
“They are a loose end and must be dealt with!”
“They are nothing!” The figure takes a moment to sit down, still veiled in the dim lighting.
“These distractions have gone on long enough. Ignore them and proceed as planned.”
“Very well, Sir.”