The wind whistled through the emerald grass, making it ripple and roll beneath the Bol's massive feet. Mounted on the creature was a dark clad man. The man muttered, and the Bol halted in front of a white, domed building. Four armored stormtroopers stood at attention in front of the entrance. "Go back to where you came from, civilian! This facility is under the control of the Imperial Army!" One of the guards barked. The mounted man lifted a hand, "Your commander sent me to search the abandoned Rebel outpost." "Our commander sent you to search the Base." The stormtrooper repeated, his reply monotoned and droning. "Very good." the man said, hopping off his mount and striding through the dursteel door.