Cayle grunted as he pressed the bar up away from his body. His arms strained, threatening to give out underneath the weight of the bar. He brought it down to his chest and then pushed it up again. Then he repeated the exercise, feeling the burn in his arms that was matched in his shoulders and upper back. For the next hour, Cayle continued to workout. He wasn’t vain… well maybe he was a little, but he knew that as a Sector Moff, he needed to keep himself in the peek of physical fitness. He had always groaned when he saw those Warlords and Officers that were overweight and out of shape. They were an example of the government set forth before the people and needed to exemplify the grandeur of the Empire. Kindda hard to do so when your gut is hanging over your waistband and sweat staining through your uniform. Cayle was so glad when Zsinj died. Not only was he a traitor to the Empire, he was also a glutton who did not respect himself enough to keep in shape. Cayle vowed that it would never happen to him, so at least 2 hours a day he worked out to keep his body in shape. He usually changed it up so that one day he would do heavy weights and then next two days it was cardio training and then stretching.

One more rep and Cayle put the bar back on the rack and sat up. Sweat was dripping down his face so he grabbed a towel and wiped it clean.

“Jeeves, please come in here,” he called out into the corridor. A moment later, Cayle’s bronze protocol droid entered the weight room. “May I help you sir?”

“Please download my schedule to my Datapad and tell me what’s next on my agenda for today.”

“Yes, sir. Right away sir.” Jeeves left the weight room and Cayle could hear him at a terminal, working away. Cayle went over to where his water was sitting on the counter and picked it up and took a drink. By the time he had finished, Jeeves returned.

“Sir, you have one meeting with the planetary governor’s at 0900 hours, followed by a ship christening. The Imperial Warship Radiance is being completed in the docks. That is at 1500 hours and then the defense fleet is conducting a war games simulation at 2200 hours.”

Ah yes, the war games simulation. Cayle, even though he was now a Moff, had never forgotten his time in the military. He was still more experienced than most of the active officers and so he had them training constantly to keep them at peek fighting performance. At first the officers had resented him… until they had seen their next performance evaluations and how well their people had improved. Now, most of the officers, while loyal to the Empire, were also loyal to him.

“Thank you Jeeves, that is all.” The protocol droid left and Cayle left the weight room to go to his personal quarters. He had just enough time to shower, change, eat and get to the conference room to meet with the Governors.

The little ship almost didn't register on the sensor board, but when it did, it was like a concussion grenade going off. A rebel ship appearing at one of the most secure shipyards of the Empire.

"Scramble Code 7 to Moff Briggs. Tell him we have an intruder. Release Avatar and Interloper Squadrons to intercept the intruder."

The Communications Officer sent the messages out and then sent a communique to the A-Wing.

Unidentified Intruder, Identify yourself or be destroyed. Do not deviate from flight path or be destroyed. Respond!"

Two Squadrons of TIE Defenders and part of the defense fleet moved into position to cut off the ship.

"Certainly, Jead'en... Of course, you must understand that because of the nature of my position, I just insist on having you searched weapons and we can either hold them or you can return them to your ship, your choice of course."

== In Cayle's Private Chambers ==

As the doors shut, Cayle pressed a button underneath his desk, sealing them and turning on the anti listening devices, making it almost impossible to hear or record what was going on in the chambers.

"So Mr. Jead'en. What is it that I may do for the Sith Imperium?"

Cayle knew that he walked a fine line between common courtesy and treason. The Emperor was wary of the Sith and so far had no official contact with them. The way that this meeting would go would dictate whether Cayle turned over this Sith to the Emperor, or kept it secret.

{tag Jead'en}

Prep your forces to recieve a few new planets. Overal Production of ground and space defenses is directly under your control. Coordinate Fleet requests with the Grand Admiral. With the expansion of your sector you will be alloted more vessels.

"So Mr. Jead'en. What is it that I may do for the Sith Imperium?" That was the first thing that was said to him. It was now his turn to inform the Moff of his Master's plan. He took a few steps forwards, "My Master has a proposition for you. He has felt the conflict inside of you. He can feel the presence of the Dark Side within you, and knows that you need someone to show you the ways. He has sent me, if it is approved by you, to help you with what you seek. He needs, nor wants anything in return. We, the Sith Imperium, know of the importance of having the Dark Side flourish in the Galaxy once more...."

"I welcome any training that the Sith might be able to grant me, but it should be known, up front, that my first loyalty is to the Empire, not the Sith. I answer to the Emperor and not to your Master. If you and your Master can accept that, then I am in your hands. If not, then I thank you for your time and I must ask that you leave the Sector."

Cayle waited for the answer to come from Jead'en.

Jead'en would be the one training the Moff in the ways of the Force. It would be a tedious process, but one that was neccessary.

"Lieutenant Rhoan, we have a diplomat that will be staying with us for a while. Please see to his housing at one of the more secure and secluded Ambassadorial Estates." The Lieutenant nodded and then turned and left the office. Cayle approached Jead'en with a datapad.

"While here, you will be an ambassador from the little known planet of Corvis Minor. You will be given access to come and go as befits an ambassador. I will arrange for standard training times and this pass will let you come and go to my personal palace. Lose it, or venture anywhere else, and you will be shot down. I have no doubt that you are very good at your job and your skills in the force are considerable, but that won't do much against a planet full of Stormtroopers. Plus, if it ever got out that you were here and training me, I would expect that we would have a rather quick visit by the Emperor's Hand."

"That will not be a problem. I've always wanted to enjoy a vacation on Yaga Minor..." He took the datapad from the Moff and bowed slightly before leaving the room, giving him the chance he needed to respond to the message that was awaiting him.

But until that time, he had work to do. He looked down at the message from the Emperor and grew excited by what it meant. The Empire was going on the offensive and Yaga Minor would be a lynchpin for the entire campaign. He knew that the Force was bringing all of this about to have him grow in skills and abilities. While he would always remain loyal to the Empire, but to the Emperor's right hand man... now that would be something.