The durasteel hall is eerily silent, the holding cells mostly empty - not many living prisoners. The flicker of flourescent lights highlights the small viewing slits on the cell doors. In one such cell is prisoner Number 8525852, once the Imperium's newly-elected Lady Admiral. The walls of her cell appear to have been crudely decorated during her stay with an assortment of scratches, some depicting various swoops and ships, others, crude charachatures of Republic leaders and Jedi, all rather offensive. It is hard to say. The Elysian's face is as hard to read as that of a fish.