A single Upsilon-class shuttle knifed through the rough upper atmosphere of Belsavis and settled into the landing pad set aside for it on the east side of the main prison campus. Raith Tarkin made sure his uniform was neat and without wrinkle, his code cylinders in place, and his rank plate straightened by the time he stepped off the shuttle. He looked like an ordinary officer of the Imperial military save for the lightsaber dangling at his belt. In reality, he was neither military nor Sith. He was something both feared. An agent of the Imperial Security Bureau.
An armed retinue of guards was there to meet him when he stepped onto the platform. This had to be the Imperial Detention Forces he had heard so much about. A new branch of Imperial law enforcement. But none were above the ISB. None ever were. "State your name and business," one of the masked detention officers said. Clearly, the mistress of this prison had failed to inform them of his arrival.
"I am Lieutenant Raith Tarkin of the Imperial Peacekeepers," Tarkin replied. "I am told there is a former Jedi staying here on this premisses at the behest of your Mistress. Asher Windrider, I believe his name was."
The men glanced at each other, clearly recognizing the name, and then the one who had spoken to him before spoke again. "He's up at the keep," the soldier said, nodding up the hill towards the giant Sith castle looming over the campus. "Doesn't come down much."
"He will today," said Tarkin plainly. "Send for him, would you? And set aside some place private for us to speak."
Again the duo looked at one another with what Tarkin could only suspect was bewilderment beneath their masks. They clearly only took orders from their Lady. Still, if they were smart they knew who he was and who he served. They would be fools to deny his request. So, while they left to attend that matter, he selected a small interview room just inside the main facility and waited for the ex-Jedi there. @Taz