“I am going to ask you, one…more…time. Where did they go?” The man demanded in a low growl through gritted teeth. He focused his mind on the shirtless man with tattered pants and small circular scars near the veins just above his forearm. A breeze whipped around his dark cape moodily, and the gold trim on it brilliantly reflected the lights high above. He donned matching midnight black uniform, with the same gold trim on the cuffs and Galactic Imperium insignia stitched on his left breast.