Connor stared down at the message on his EZPhone. He was practically white knuckling the edge of his phone. It seemed like Dalon had snitched on him instead of dealing with the problem himself. And in response for stealing the now Master’s ship and draining his bank account, he’d been summoned to meet with the Dark Lord.
Fuck.
Connor had skipped every class at the Umbaran Academy. Instead he’d spent his days smoking, drinking, plotting his next heist, and every once in a while texting Nash. Because of this, he was completely unaware of Sith etiquette but even he knew who Darth Tempest was. Was he supposed to bow? Kneel? Curtsy? He was so fucked.
Connor had decided that he wouldn’t be any less dead by not wearing the itchy ass robes he’d been assigned. So, instead he wore something he was a little more comfortable in. When the transport that had taken him to Thule landed a pair of guys with crazy eyes were waiting on the landing platform to escort him to Tempest.
Shit. Guess I can’t just dip, steal a ship, and fly off.
Connor walked off the ship with a pair of guards on either side to the other pair waited for him. Connor’s ears were already drooped but now they twitched with anxiety. With a trembling hand he pulled out his pack of cigarras and put one in his mouth, then lit it.
“Want one boys?” He offered nervously.
Neither replied.
That can’t be good.
The two guards escorted Connor to a massive temple and led him up the stairs. Before entering into the throne room one of the guards turned and plucked the fourth cigarra he’d had in the way here from his mouth. The two guards then took anything that could even be considered a weapon off of Connor. They even tried to figure out a way to remove his cybernetic arm but after several failed attempts of simply jerking it off of him, they gave up.
Connor was guided into the room and led to a massive black throne. Connor stopped when the guards did. One roughly shoved him forwards before they both dropped to their knees and prostrated themselves. Connor stumbled from the push but he recovered. He glanced back and meant to say something before he realized they were kneeling.
“Oh shit.” He muttered before he looked forward and saw the feminine figure on the throne.
Connor followed the example of the guards without hesitation. “Uh…what’s up your Sithiness?” He asked, unsure what to really say in this situation.
Fuck.
Connor had skipped every class at the Umbaran Academy. Instead he’d spent his days smoking, drinking, plotting his next heist, and every once in a while texting Nash. Because of this, he was completely unaware of Sith etiquette but even he knew who Darth Tempest was. Was he supposed to bow? Kneel? Curtsy? He was so fucked.
Connor had decided that he wouldn’t be any less dead by not wearing the itchy ass robes he’d been assigned. So, instead he wore something he was a little more comfortable in. When the transport that had taken him to Thule landed a pair of guys with crazy eyes were waiting on the landing platform to escort him to Tempest.
Shit. Guess I can’t just dip, steal a ship, and fly off.
Connor walked off the ship with a pair of guards on either side to the other pair waited for him. Connor’s ears were already drooped but now they twitched with anxiety. With a trembling hand he pulled out his pack of cigarras and put one in his mouth, then lit it.
“Want one boys?” He offered nervously.
Neither replied.
That can’t be good.
The two guards escorted Connor to a massive temple and led him up the stairs. Before entering into the throne room one of the guards turned and plucked the fourth cigarra he’d had in the way here from his mouth. The two guards then took anything that could even be considered a weapon off of Connor. They even tried to figure out a way to remove his cybernetic arm but after several failed attempts of simply jerking it off of him, they gave up.
Connor was guided into the room and led to a massive black throne. Connor stopped when the guards did. One roughly shoved him forwards before they both dropped to their knees and prostrated themselves. Connor stumbled from the push but he recovered. He glanced back and meant to say something before he realized they were kneeling.
“Oh shit.” He muttered before he looked forward and saw the feminine figure on the throne.
Connor followed the example of the guards without hesitation. “Uh…what’s up your Sithiness?” He asked, unsure what to really say in this situation.
@Altaris