A loud thunk echoed through the bridge. He was furious. They were so close and yet that ship escaped their grasp quicker than anticipated. The anger across his face, flushed his cheeks red as he raised his left hand to brush back his short black hair. He straightened himself out and turned to face his lieutenant. The man in uniform was scared of what his commander would do to him. He wasn't as strong as Darth Vader, but he trained with the Imperial guard half of his life. This made him just as dangerous. The man backhanded his lieutenant with a quick slap that sounded as if a hand print was being thrown into a concrete wall. The many people who worked for the commander never stopped working, they did their job and never paid heed to the action that happened above them. The man who was their commander was young, probably in his early twenties, possibly younger, but he was as tall as everyone else and had earned his right to command the fools beneath him. He always wore a black cloak over his uniform and even participated in his own troops conquering of cities when need be. He raised his hand again and yelled at the top of his voice.
"Someone tell me where she is, or I swear this man will not see daylight ever again! That means right now you imbeciles!"
One of the men on the bottom of the bridge stood up, with a three finger salute on his left hand above his eyebrow. He was shaking nervously and his voice was worse.
"She jumped into the Outer Rim sir! Somewhere near Tatooine space!."
The commander turned his hand into a fist, pulled his arm back and struck the lieutenant in front of him with a punch to his right jaw. The man fell, completely shocked by the force used against him. He hit the ground, bouncing off the steel floor and moaning in pain.
"Get us into Outer Rim territories, I want to see if she lands on Tatooine or not. And can someone get this disgraceful peice of a man off my bridge floor. He's ruining my peace and quiet with his groaning and mumbling."
How she woke up was not the most pleseant way to get up, but it seemed like R4's best idea. The droid was screaming as if a fuse had blown, and from what Crystaall could make out, he was just concerned if she hit her head too hard.
"R4 I'm perfectly fine, back off and check ship's systems. We need to know what we have."
She said this in a sleepily tone as she did her best to sit up in the big chair. She slowly took off her helmet, placing it on the dashboard as she then placed her hands on her forehead. Nothing could convince her this was a dream. She lifted herself up from the chair as she struggled to get to her feet, but kept her balance. She stretched her arms and began to walk out of the cockpit with its many switches and buttons she barely knew about. She opened her eyes wide open and blinked as she looked around the small, yet homey area Vex had made his ship.The ship's walls were covered in sprays of crimson pain. Crystaall almost thought it looked like blood, but it had too much of a glossy color to portray as blood. There were several places that had small ledges Vex had installed with nothing on them except for a deck of Pazaak cards on the one to her right. To her right was where most of the engine works and other wires and pipes were placed There was just a small bad placed on the far wall, and in front of it stood a small bar with many different bottles of wine and booze. She smirked and chuckled to herself as she noticed that most of them came from Corellia. The bar wasn't dusty, which meant Vex either cleaned it constantly or was drunk most of the time. The main resting area had a training mat in white and black colors and another bed. most likely for a guest. Both of the beds were nice and clean, and pillows were distributed evenly. Now the training mat was not like Vex's style, because he has hated the empire ever since she met him. But the mat had the Imperial Insignia, but it looked as if it was an older version of their symbol. It was possibly before she was born. There was even a holoprojector, she guessed this is what he had used to talk to her when she tried connecting with him over the HoloNet on her small system. The one she left back at her apartment. It was most likely fitted with training programs, so she decided to look at those later as she walked back to the bar. She had a surprised look on her face as she stopped midstep, placing her foot back in its place as she stared at the Mustafarian lava lamp that was secured onto the counter.
"That slick Mandolorian."
No comments:
Post a Comment