High Inquisitor Caesar marched with purpose towards the blastdoor that led out onto the military complex' lone landing platform. Struggling to keep pace beside him, a lone naval official had only recently finished communicating the veteran warrior's agenda to the rest of the facility, which was acutely anxious for High Inquisitor Grendam's return. Tiphen had sent a holovid ahead explaining the nature of Prazutis' wayward mission, as well as the mixed outcome of his confrontation with an unforeseen Jedi interloper. A good sum of time would be necessary to properly quarantine and interrogate Brutus' masked associate, but for now, medical treatment was the foremost priority. If he expired mid-transit, there was little to be done: however, if he persisted and reached the Citadel, all would be well.
Flanking Brutus and his unwitting assistant were two of robed combat droids unique to the Inquisitorius project. Modeled after the old Imperial sentinels by the Grand Inquisitor herself, the automatons were a force to be reckoned with all on their own, and were certain to dissuade any misguided intruders. Even at that moment, their lidless photoreceptors buzzed with a unflinching crimson fire, a display that only continued to undermine the Lieutenant's wavering nerves. Nonetheless, whatever stamina he possessed after receiving Brutus' dictation, the commissioned officer would endeavor to stand firm until the matter had been laid to rest. It had not been easy to acquire a posting at a site like this, and the young Imperial wasn't about to bungle their golden opportunity.