CHAPTER 12
Pall Gilgard saw Emperor Zail’s hologram take form before his eyes and felt chills of fear creep up his spine. He was in the comms room of Star Destroyer Nemesis, one of the three imperial battleships orbiting Chakar III. Naturally, no report was necessary. The Emperor had surely already received all recordings from the helmets of the troopers and, had he deemed Gilgard’s handling of the mission inadequate, it would have marked the end of his career and quite possibly his life, as well.
Pall lowered his head in submission and saluted, bringing his clenched right fist to his chest.
“Emperor!”
“What has occurred, commander Gilgard, is one of the most shameful failures of our Empire.”
Gilgard visibly swallowed, but he strived to contain the anxiety that risked making the words
