Boonta, command center of the Galactic Empire's Twelfth Army main fleet.
Garrosh Tarkin strode in quickly. He saw his uncle, Gideon Tarkin, standing ramrod straight before the holographic tactical star map, staring at it in silence.
He rushed forward, grabbed Gideon Tarkin's hand, and demanded sharply, "General Gideon! Were you the one who ordered King Lee-Char assassinated?!"
Gideon Tarkin coldly raised his hand and slapped Garrosh Tarkin's away. "If you address me as General, then you should understand that you are not qualified to question me in that manner."
"Do you realize that once King Lee-Char dies, Dak Planet's civil war could erupt at any moment? Is that the outcome you wanted?!" Garrosh Tarkin shouted.
Gideon Tarkin glanced at him and said blandly, "Then from the perspective of a top military academy graduate like yourself, what would Dak Planet's civil war mean for us?"
"Now isn't the time to talk about that! Setting aside the casualties caused by a civil war, once the Kingdom of Dawn learns the truth, they will definitely retaliate against the Mon Calamari! How many more people will die because of this stupid decision?!" Garrosh Tarkin shouted.
"You said... stupid?" Gideon Tarkin turned around, his face icy as he looked at his nephew. "The Mon Calamari have now been driven into a corner. Their only way to survive is to join us and fight the Separatists to the bitter end... oh, no. They should fight... until they die."
He patted Garrosh Tarkin on the shoulder again. "So you see, this is actually a good thing for us, isn't it?"
Garrosh Tarkin slapped Gideon's hand away again and said through gritted teeth, "Do you know why the Galactic Empire is seen as an enemy almost everywhere in the Milky Way Galaxy?"
"That is because our military strength