For the Intelligence Department, a voice like that—enough to scare anyone to death under normal circumstances—had long since become commonplace.
If there was any place where people came into contact with Dark Templars most often, it was undoubtedly the intelligence services. They had long grown used to voices suddenly emerging from behind them.
Salatan-Morse turned to his subordinate and asked, "Has the Rebel Alliance replied?"
The intelligence officer shook his head. "Their response was firm. They told us they know nothing about the Death Star."
Salatan-Morse sneered. "Hmph. The people you contacted must have been from Borsk-Feliya's side, right? Their faction of the Rebel Alliance, heh... is no different from the Confederacy of Independent Systems back then. I told you, we need to contact Mon-Mothma and her people."
"We can no longer contact Mon-Mothma. Borsk-Feliya now controls almost all of the Rebel Alliance's external communications and exchanges," the intelligence officer said, shaking his head.
"It seems some very interesting things are happening within the Rebel Alliance as well..." The smile on Salatan-Morse's face grew colder. He waved a hand. "Increase surveillance on the Rebel Alliance. I need to know their next move at all times. And most importantly... when they will march on Coruscant."
"Yes, sir."
May 27, Year One of the Fourth Empire, Delon system.
After transiting through the Corellian system, the Death Star's incomparably massive form, carrying an aura of terrifying oppression, appeared within the Delon system.
The moment the Death Star appeared, hyperspace detectors across thousands of light-years around it began blaring piercing alarms.
That was the Death Star's oppressive presence—its immense size and terrifying energy made its projection in hyperspace comparable to a brown dwarf!
In other words, every one of its hyperspace jumps was on the scale of a celestial body!
Yet the Delon