One of the hanger bays of the Instigator class Star Destroyer (Imperial III-class Star Destroyer) Dark Blade was wwrily empty except for a few deck hands and officers; as a black Lambda class shuttle flew into the hanger bay. It's wings were raised up, and the landing struts lowered into place just as the shuttle settled smoothly to the ground. The shuttle was as black as the space outside the magnetic containment field, and had very little sensor echo on the monitor of the hanger scanners. It was a ghost to all but those that knew of this shutle, and who lay beyond.
The dark coloured ramp lowered away from the hull, hissing as its servo-motors moved it into its open position at a 30 degree angle, or near that number. As soon as the hissing stopped, the clanking of boots could be heard as six Royal Guards, in all black attire, marched silently down and formed as honor guard for the single occupant of whom captain Juion had no trouble guessing would exit next.
Cold fear gipped him as the cloaked figure slowly walked down the ramp. beyond the shadow cast by the figures dark robe, the captain could get no reading on the man, if it was one. The Imperial stood proudly- and a little too stiffly -at the head of the most senior officers of the Star Destroyer. He kneeled as the dark figure approached him.
A loud cackling voice filled the entire hanger, full of malice; it vibrated every surface. "Rise."
Juion did not want to move at all, while his body obeyed the directive and stood at attention, a pose his mind had not ordered his body to carry out.
The dark, shrouded, man walked passed and Juion fell into step. "Greetings, my lord." Juion began. "Welcome to the new Instigator class Star Destroyer; Dark Blade."
The figure paused, then his cackle filled the hanger, and turned the air almost sour. "Very good. I am pleased with this ship. You will report to me in one hour, captain."
"Yes, my lord." Juion bowed. What the hell was that?.
The captain's body vaulted forward as his movements became his own and only his coordination saved him from falling onto the Stormtrooper who had done so in front of him. "Report this incident to-" Admiral Marcell, at once!
"Sir?"
He had forgotten what he had been going to say and simply walked out of the hanger, unaware he had ever been there, or what he just witnessed.
(there you go...)
Jacen had wandered around Hoth for a while after the meeting, he hated the cold, it always reminded him of his own coldness and brutallity. And when he was reminded of such things he remembered such things, war, murder, his brother and others he'd done wrong. It was at this moment he happenned to come to the bar, maybe this is where he was going, he wasn't sure either way he needed a drink, afterall he had the decency to be appalled by his own brutallity.
6, maybe 7 drinks later? "and then we shot that rocket right up the bitches ass!" jacen slurred finishing his story when Kara came into looking for him and sighed when she saw him. she walked up to him and tugged on his arm
"come on old man" she said tugging on his arm.
"o kary sit down! have a drink, bertender 2 more!" jacen shouted his tone changing every sylable
"no you have to go!" kara told him shaking him frivolously.
"come on sit down" jacen suggested grabbing her ass, kara's face turned from embarrassed to pissed off and she smacked him across the face and walked away.
Jacen had wandered around Hoth for a while after the meeting, he hated the cold, it always reminded him of his own coldness and brutallity. And when he was reminded of such things he remembered such things, war, murder, his brother and others he'd done wrong. It was at this moment he happenned to come to the bar, maybe this is where he was going, he wasn't sure either way he needed a drink, afterall he had the decency to be appalled by his own brutallity.
6, maybe 7 drinks later? "and then we shot that rocket right up the bitches ass!" jacen slurred finishing his story when Kara came into looking for him and sighed when she saw him. she walked up to him and tugged on his arm
"come on old man" she said tugging on his arm.
"o kary sit down! have a drink, bertender 2 more!" jacen shouted his tone changing every sylable
"no you have to go!" kara told him shaking him frivolously.
"come on sit down" jacen suggested grabbing her ass, kara's face turned from embarrassed to pissed off and she smacked him across the face and walked away.
~still the same post for me~
Satana sat down at a table, sighing heavily as she looked down at the Storm trooper suit they had given her. Lieutenant... She was a Lieutenant now.. It was fitted for a woman, and thankfully had a bare midriff to show off her better features. She smiled and sat back in her chair, waiting to be served.