Hayk looked down from his perch atop the ruins. He had heard a number of distress signals from the world of Caamas in the past few days. Rumour told that the same dark force that had taken Dathomir and Wayland were setting up forward operating bases on this world, and a few others in the sector. With the blessing of the Mando'ade council, he went with haste to investigate this attack on the Caamasi and Ithorian inhabitants on this lush, green --and scarred-- jungle world.
What Hayk discovered was much more curious than he had expected. The reports were true. Many inhabitants were being migrated to processing camps manned by some sinister Imperial Remnant faction, or maybe more than one. But there was something different about this group, and with the view Hayk was seeing right now, the council's worst fears were confirmed. Down below him, on an outcrop overlooking a wide area, was a lone soldier surveying the vast landscape. Hayk recognized the armour, not from any Imperial remnant he knew, but from ancient records in Mandalorian archives. It was Sith trooper armour, and emblazoned on the helm was the sigil of the Sith empire of old... the same sigil that this Crimson Empire used...
Hayk had one more order of business before he gave his report to the Mando'ade council. He quietly snuck down from his place on the dilapidated ruins and moved in behind the oblivious lookout. He hung the hilt of his saber on his belt, and pulled out a blaster. In one fluid motion, he set it to stun, aimed, and shot the trooper from the cover of the plant-covered stone. The trooper slumped to the ground, and Hayk scanned the limp body for anti-capture devices. With no explosives, poisons, homing beacons or any other methods of evading interrogation found, the Mandalorian dragged the body out of the open, and towards his ship. Who better to report to the council on the dealings of the Crimson Empire than the Crimson Empire itself?