Pedducis Chorios, a small planet whose population pretty much stayed out of galactic affairs. This had been why the information had been so difficult to come by. Not many people ever visited this planet, and even fewer ever left. However, it had come to him from a less than reputable, but very trustworthy, source that the Admiral was holding up in a small cottage upon this planet.
The Imperial Shuttle landed just a short distance from that cottage and, as the docking ramp lowered, the Sovereign Protector exited through the venting gasses and steam. In the distance he saw two droids working on some device or another in the yard, which was well kept. A peaceful place, the kind of place the Sovereign Protector himself might pick if he ever retired from service.
Moving slowly, but with purpose, he came to the door. The droids cut him short. First the small astromech beeped, whirred, and twirled his top. Then the protocal droid turned to greet him.
"Hello, Good Sir, I am C-3PO human cyborg relations. How might I serve you?"
The Sovereign Protector did not even slow his pace.
"You may serve me by staying out of the way, droid."
As he moved into the hut, he heard the droid behind him.
"I say, R2, humans certainly lack in manners."
As the Sovereign Protector entered, he found Daala, just as he had been told he would.
"Admiral Daala, I assume you know why I am here."