So laser focused he was on the current crisis that the words of the others aboard the shuttle barely registered upon his ears as he and his escort departed the craft, including one woman saying something to the effect about the service of her skills or some sort.

Instead, he was greeted by Major Deverus, the burly orange haired Corellian that served as the Hangar Boss for the Suppressor, keeping the myriad of warcraft based in her cavernous holds in great operating shape and efficiency.

"Major Deverus, did any companies from the 233rd Battalion make it back onboard?" asked Kraken as the Major saluted the returning Admiral.

"No sir, they were too far deployed to be recalled in time."

"Good, normally I would prefer their presence but, in this instance, it will allow us the convenience of housing our unintended visitors in their empty barracks," Kraken replied gruffly, the statement also carrying with it an order.

As the Major moved to deal with the remaining occupants of the shuttle Kraken held up a hand to halt his security guard at the entrance to the turbolift that would carry him up to the bridge. After checking to make sure the tube was empty, he took off while entering his secret passcode to bring up the message from Imperial High Command concerning his mission.

There was an attached file to go with his mission orders, a holo message with a woman in a lab coat that looked quite haggard. One could easily tell that she was stressed out, something that was confirmed in her tone when she started speaking.

"To anyone in Imperial High Command, this is Doctor Evanira Glast of Protoway Biomedical, we need help on the planet of..."