A hush fell over the already quiet room as Colonel White entered the conference room, flanked by two scarlet clad stormtroopers, who took up guard positions on either side of the door. Colonel White walked to the head of the hololithic table and glanced around the room.
"Are you all seated comfortably? Then we'll begin."
The light level dropped as a holographic display of a planet made of overlapping blue lines hovered over the table.
"This is planet Rigel Seven and it's believed that some of it's inhabitants have turned away from the Emperor's light."
A few of the more experienced attendants traded knowing glances, but quickly returned their attention back to White.
"Now, as you all know,the Imperial Guard does one thing very well, and that is win wars."
Now it was the less experienced officers turn to agree; they did so with vigour. White smiled at their youthful exuberance, then continued.
"Unfortunately, this is not open war that we have here, I'm afraid. What we have here is a war of nerves, ladies and gentlemen. Normally the Inquisition would deal with this problem but their resources are spread too thin across this segment of the galaxy, and this sector won't recieve assistance for almost a decade. We cannot allow this sector to turn. We will not."
All in attendance nodded solemnly, their coloured caps bobbing in the pale light.