Within The Ison Corridor

[General Scorpion]

Lambda Shuttle T7-90 swooped low beneath an oncoming asteroid, coming up behind the freighter Karee. The Hoth Asteroid Belt was treacherous indeed, and the shuttle not only had to run escort, but as a transport as well. Onboard was General Scorpion of the Sith Empire, on his way to an important rendezvous in the Ison Corridor.

The Karee gently tilted on its side to squeeze past a small asteroid, and the shuttle flew on past, barely skipping over a moon sized rock, rolling in place. In the blackness of space and the repetitiveness of the asteroid belt, two white shapes came into view, the Imperator II Star Destroyer Dark Vigilant, and the Strike Cruiser Conquest.

[Admiral Jyener]

The asteroids were less of a worry for the massive Star Destroyer, the deflector shields shattering the small ones, laser cannons targeting the larger threats. With an accompanying Strike Cruiser in its wake, the Dark Vigilant paved a way smoothly towards the oncoming rendezvous party.

Admiral Jyener at command, the starships came to a near halt as the Karee swung towards the hanger bay with the Lambda Shuttle hailing it. Already on his way to greet the honored General, Jyener arrived at the bay just in time to see the unusual looking freighter taking its position in the hanger.

[General Scorpion]

T7-90 lowered its ramp and the General strolled out onto the shining black floor. He clasped his hands behind his back as the crew abandoned the Karee in the hangar, and awaited the Admiral.

[Admiral Jyener]

Making his way down the stairway, his boots came to click on the shining floor as he took long strides towards the General and his crew. Nieve to the force, the dark lord's presence still draped a blanket of fear over him. Clamping his hands behind his back, he nodded as two lines of stormtroopers walked in behind him and flanked the two men.

"It's a pleasure to be working with you again, General. My crew is at your will and ready for any experiments you wish to perform."

[Darth Viscera]

OOC: Slow down, guys. Hoth is Imperial territory, and Moff Schreiger likes to be told when company is coming.

[General Scorpion]

OOC: No hostile intentions. Just a meeting.