Danik Kreldin walks around his office he confiscated following the fall of Chandrila inside the former Republic military base. His hands behind his back, he stops by the window to take a look outside; trees surrounded the area, and on several of the trees hang rebel troops. A grin formed on his face, but before he could enjoy the scenery any longer his intercom rang. Walking to his desk, he pressed the switch. "Sir, your guest is here to see you, sir." Kreldin had recently joined the ranks of Malign's agents, and one other agent was his old friend and comrade, Cantrell. He was quite relieved to hear the old fool had made it to such a prestigious position, especially since he was away from the Empire for so long. His fame must have been quite wide spread to catch the attention of the Sith W