The garage was rather small by military standards, and it could hardly accommodate more than three Sith armored transports at a time. The dim lights of the garage hid tattered paint on the walls, broken durasteel, and other vehicle parts in the corners of the room. The temperature was warmer on the outside, but not by much. The fact that the garage was more or less directly connected to the outside of the base and lacked any proper insulation made it less bearable than it could have been. The Twi’lek nodded. He probably couldn’t speak due to the boot on his neck. “Very well,” Celsus said. “Yes?”