ending in a large pair of double doors on which were engraved the words:
* * *
The office of the chancellor of the republic.
Two more armed and armored Imperial soldiers stood guard at the doors.
The arc-shaped reception desk immediately before the liftópresumably the domain of the Chancellorís secretaryósat empty, the secretary long gone.
Roon indicated the Chancellorís office but did not move to exit.
ďDarth Angral has commandeered the Chancellorís office. He is expecting you.Ē
Malgus exited the lift and strode down the hall. The offices to either side of him stood empty, all of them showing signs of a hurried evacuationóspilled cups of caf, papers lying loose on the carpeted floor, an overturned chair. Malgus imagined the shock the occupants must have felt as they watched Imperial forces pour out of the sky. He wondered what Angral had done with the Senators and their staffs. Some, he knew, had been killed in the initial attack. Others had probably been executed afterward.
When he reached the end of the hall, the Imperial soldiers saluted, parted, and opened the doors for him. He stepped inside and the doors closed behind him.
Angral sat at the desk of the Republicís Chancellor, on the far end of an expansive office. His dark hair, shot through with gray, was neatly combed, reminiscent of Roon Neeleís. Elaborate embroidery decorated the color of his cloak. His angular, smooth-shaven face reminded Malgus of a hatchet.
Art from various worlds hung on the walls or sat on display pillarsóbone carvings from Mon Calamari, an oil landscape painting from Alderaan, a wood sculpture of a creature Malgus could not identify but that reminded him of one of the mythical zillo beasts of Malastare. An opened bottle of blossom wine sat on Angralís