Varus was on his way to Sirpar for one purpose, to see the Empire's military capabilities first hand for once. Since he had sided with the Galactic Empire and left behind the Republic the Panteer heir had not witnessed any of the Empire's military might personally, holovids and the like were one thing. Aboard his refurbished Lethisk-class Varus would be accompanied by two House Panteer security guards and his droid Gizmo, just enough to make up the ship's required crew.
Once arriving at the Imperial training facility planet the sights would prove to worth the wait, from the starships to the land vehicles, even the facilities themselves. Beyond this the trainees mucking about were easily overlooked when small bunches of actual storm troopers moved too and fro nearby as if guard duty was required on such an Imperial secured planet, yet Varus knew the importance of keeping appearances. Walking about briskly, but also taking his time to take everything in the Alderaan native would continue to truly milk the trip beyond it's "one purpose". The actual reason Varus was there was to begin the machinations of his political plans of Alderaan's turn to the Galactic Empire herself.
He had hoped to bring an Imperial presence or some other higher ups within the faction to Delaya, there he wanted to draw on the Alderaan's treatment of the planet. They were sisters and yet Alderaan was kept clean, beautiful even, but Delaya was outletted as a factory world had become over cramped in recent years. Varus meant to reach a hand out to the common man/woman, if he could turn Dalaya to the Empire then it would surely put Alderaan on the right path too, correct?
Walking about a hallway within the confines of the bubble-like dome facility that was the Deep Ocean Operations Camp located on a "floating" city out in the middle of the tropic seas. Hands held within one another behind his back Varus would take a moment from time to time to glance over his shoulders, taking in the sight of whatever the Panteer security and Gizmo were doing or rather reading their current body language and expressions as best he could. They were rather bland though, every time he glanced over them he was left watching dutiful Panteer loyalists following him faithfully.
There was something clawing at the back of his mind though, while he was very much an Imperialist now, he would always be a people's champion first and foremost. This left him with the thought of curiosity, what would happen if his people wouldn't convert? What if they were against it or even rebelled?
It was not the first time such thoughts had crossed his mind, however they were always rapidly pushed far from his mind and yet.....