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Alone in the blackness of space, the planet-city of Hosnian Prime sits. On that planet, overlooking the most affluent part of said planet-city lies a ruined estate. The name of the previous occupiers of the estate has been wiped from the records of Hosnian Prime and, officially, it is now occupied by low level swoop gangs and thugs. Curiously, however, Imperial troops have never deigned to remove them. That is because a much more sinister figure makes the ruined estate it's home. A figure that has been searching for many years for a single person. This figure had almost given up hope of finding this single person...until now...
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Commander Jan Mok marched down the hallways of the ruined estate. The Commander grimaced as he turned the corner and stared down the long corridor toward the observatory. He paused for a moment, gathered his breath and continued toward his ill desired destination. Mok had never loved the Sith, nor how they seemed to butcher the Imperial hierarchy. However, he knew that without them there would be no Empire, for that, at least, he had them to thank. Nonetheless, he had met many Sith in his time but none quite like the stories he had heard about this Sith. He unnerved even the stoniest of men and being placed under his command had become something of a punishment for Imperial personnel. What Mok had done or who he had offended he did not know but even in such a situation he would make the best of it.
The corridor seemed to stretch on forever and the closer he got the more uncomfortable the Commander felt. Truth be told he had considered sending one of his subordinates to see the Sith but had Mok done so he was sure it wouldn't have ended well for him. He had been assigned to this Sith less than three months ago, and had yet to physically meet the man, but he had heard the rumors of what had happened to his predecessor when he failed to serve efficiently. Suffice to say the rumors were not good.
Upon reaching the large observatory doors two guards stood at attention and Mok casually waved them to ease, "I have been summoned to see him." The men nodded and pushed the large doors open for the Commander.
Despite the estate being a ruin, it had a priceless view of the main downtown sector of Hosnian Prime. Unfortunately, however, Mok had little time to enjoy the view. On all sides were Imperial troops and private navigational staff at work in some way or another, some conversing, others minding their own business. Galaxy maps with triangulation and various faces with large Xs through them littered the room. However, despite all the movement and work occurring there was no sound. No sound but that piercing hiss from the figure on the balcony of the run down estate.
The figure had it's back turned to Mok, it's deep black cape seemingly representing the heart of the...thing...with which the Commander was about to speak with. The figure's breathing was disconcerting, sounding more like a heat sink releasing pressure than an actual flesh and blood breath.
It was as though it's lungs were passages to the depths of hell itself.
Commander Mok was now directly behind the figure and he struggled to find the words to instead producing a stuttering mumble. He had not long to mumble, however.
"Commander, you have news," the voice was deep and monotoned, metallic and crackly, obviously the work of a modulator. However, despite that it carried a certain personality to it, an entitled authority. Maybe the figure had been a core worlder in a previous life, Mok mused.
"Yes, sire." Once again Mok paused unsure how to continue.
"And? I am known for many things Commander and patience is not one of them." The figure spoke matter of factly, it's back still turned.
"Sire, we have heard back from agents in the outer rim regarding the name you wished followed up on. Solimar?" Mok awaited some kind of acknowledgement, when none came he continued, "There has been a lead."
The figure made a sound that could have been amusement, "Is that so? Tell me of this lead Commander."
"In Hutt space our agents report of a bounty placed on the head of a local gangster. He was part of a small gang on Nar Shaddaa called the Tower Gangers...some play on the large variety of towers in..."
"The name, Commander!" The voice shook with anger as it droned out from the figure.
"My apologies, sire...I...the name is...it's Kaul Solimar."
The figure turned violently, obviously shaken by the words that Commander Mok had just said.
"How sure are you of this?" The figure was a terrifying sight to behold, clad in red and black armour, he seemed to stare through the hapless Commander.
"I am sure, sire. We have followed the lead up several times Kaul Solimar has an illegal bounty on his head by way of Slogda the Hutt, the overboss of these...Tower Gangers. He is wanted dead or alive" Mok spoke with a modicum of disgust, he had never been fond of the Hutts and their ilk.
The figure seemed to consider for several moments, placing his arms behind his back and looking once more out on the city he spoke with authority, "Wire the credits wanted for the bounty to the Hutt immediately and then reissue the bounty galaxy wide."
Mok nodded as the figure spoke, "Dead or alive, the..." Mok flew toward the figure his neck ending up in the figure's outstretched hand. Mok was then lifted off the ground, the Commander struggling for breath.
The figure brought his face close to the Commander's, so close he could feel the air rushing out of the respiration system within the figure's helmet, "You will bring him to me alive. If you fail...well," The figure dropped Mok, who gasped for breath, "I suggest you ask you predecessor what becomes of failure." The figure turned his back to Mok, once more staring out over the planet-city, "Leave me and fetch my apprentice immediately. Tell her I have need of her."
Commander Mok waited for but a moment, ensuring the figure was finished with him, before turning and leaving the room. As he left he heard one of the guards out front grunt in anger and hand something to his fellow adjacent to him. Curious, Mok turned to face the guard, "What was that trooper?"
"I..uh...sorry, sir. It was a credit chip."
The other soldier chuckled and also spoke, "We had a bet, sir."
Mok narrowed his eyes, "What were the terms?"
"Well the last time an officer entered that room to give a report he was brought out in a body bag. So the bet...was on your life, Commander."
@Sarah
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Commander Jan Mok marched down the hallways of the ruined estate. The Commander grimaced as he turned the corner and stared down the long corridor toward the observatory. He paused for a moment, gathered his breath and continued toward his ill desired destination. Mok had never loved the Sith, nor how they seemed to butcher the Imperial hierarchy. However, he knew that without them there would be no Empire, for that, at least, he had them to thank. Nonetheless, he had met many Sith in his time but none quite like the stories he had heard about this Sith. He unnerved even the stoniest of men and being placed under his command had become something of a punishment for Imperial personnel. What Mok had done or who he had offended he did not know but even in such a situation he would make the best of it.
The corridor seemed to stretch on forever and the closer he got the more uncomfortable the Commander felt. Truth be told he had considered sending one of his subordinates to see the Sith but had Mok done so he was sure it wouldn't have ended well for him. He had been assigned to this Sith less than three months ago, and had yet to physically meet the man, but he had heard the rumors of what had happened to his predecessor when he failed to serve efficiently. Suffice to say the rumors were not good.
Upon reaching the large observatory doors two guards stood at attention and Mok casually waved them to ease, "I have been summoned to see him." The men nodded and pushed the large doors open for the Commander.
Despite the estate being a ruin, it had a priceless view of the main downtown sector of Hosnian Prime. Unfortunately, however, Mok had little time to enjoy the view. On all sides were Imperial troops and private navigational staff at work in some way or another, some conversing, others minding their own business. Galaxy maps with triangulation and various faces with large Xs through them littered the room. However, despite all the movement and work occurring there was no sound. No sound but that piercing hiss from the figure on the balcony of the run down estate.
The figure had it's back turned to Mok, it's deep black cape seemingly representing the heart of the...thing...with which the Commander was about to speak with. The figure's breathing was disconcerting, sounding more like a heat sink releasing pressure than an actual flesh and blood breath.
It was as though it's lungs were passages to the depths of hell itself.
Commander Mok was now directly behind the figure and he struggled to find the words to instead producing a stuttering mumble. He had not long to mumble, however.
"Commander, you have news," the voice was deep and monotoned, metallic and crackly, obviously the work of a modulator. However, despite that it carried a certain personality to it, an entitled authority. Maybe the figure had been a core worlder in a previous life, Mok mused.
"Yes, sire." Once again Mok paused unsure how to continue.
"And? I am known for many things Commander and patience is not one of them." The figure spoke matter of factly, it's back still turned.
"Sire, we have heard back from agents in the outer rim regarding the name you wished followed up on. Solimar?" Mok awaited some kind of acknowledgement, when none came he continued, "There has been a lead."
The figure made a sound that could have been amusement, "Is that so? Tell me of this lead Commander."
"In Hutt space our agents report of a bounty placed on the head of a local gangster. He was part of a small gang on Nar Shaddaa called the Tower Gangers...some play on the large variety of towers in..."
"The name, Commander!" The voice shook with anger as it droned out from the figure.
"My apologies, sire...I...the name is...it's Kaul Solimar."
The figure turned violently, obviously shaken by the words that Commander Mok had just said.
"I am sure, sire. We have followed the lead up several times Kaul Solimar has an illegal bounty on his head by way of Slogda the Hutt, the overboss of these...Tower Gangers. He is wanted dead or alive" Mok spoke with a modicum of disgust, he had never been fond of the Hutts and their ilk.
The figure seemed to consider for several moments, placing his arms behind his back and looking once more out on the city he spoke with authority, "Wire the credits wanted for the bounty to the Hutt immediately and then reissue the bounty galaxy wide."
Mok nodded as the figure spoke, "Dead or alive, the..." Mok flew toward the figure his neck ending up in the figure's outstretched hand. Mok was then lifted off the ground, the Commander struggling for breath.
The figure brought his face close to the Commander's, so close he could feel the air rushing out of the respiration system within the figure's helmet, "You will bring him to me alive. If you fail...well," The figure dropped Mok, who gasped for breath, "I suggest you ask you predecessor what becomes of failure." The figure turned his back to Mok, once more staring out over the planet-city, "Leave me and fetch my apprentice immediately. Tell her I have need of her."
Commander Mok waited for but a moment, ensuring the figure was finished with him, before turning and leaving the room. As he left he heard one of the guards out front grunt in anger and hand something to his fellow adjacent to him. Curious, Mok turned to face the guard, "What was that trooper?"
"I..uh...sorry, sir. It was a credit chip."
The other soldier chuckled and also spoke, "We had a bet, sir."
Mok narrowed his eyes, "What were the terms?"
"Well the last time an officer entered that room to give a report he was brought out in a body bag. So the bet...was on your life, Commander."
@Sarah