The hangar bay of the Imperial I-class
Star Destroyer Warspite bustled with activity as large formations
of naval and army personnel stood at attention, flanked by the
omnipresent Imperial Stormtroopers. Around the ship TIE/ln starfighters
patrolled on the highest level of alert. The ship had received reports
of a priority two arrival, which almost certainly implied an Imperial
Advisor ... or perhaps even the Grand Vizier or Lord Vader himself. It was
certainly an unexpected and unwelcome impending arrival that caused
great apprehension amongst a crew that was already on edge.
"Are you sure the transmission didn't
say anything more, Lieutenant?" Captain Tiberius Anson asked, his head
briefly turning to his young operations officer. The last time the
Warspite played host to a priority visitor a member of his crew was
left dead and the ship was virtually turned upside down. His olive-grey
uniform was well-kept, but his facial hair left something to be desired,
and he often let it grow beyond mere stubble. The transmission caught
him so off guard that he did not have time to shape, and hoped that it
would not result in any unpleasantries.
"I'm afraid not, Captain. All it stated
was to expect a priority two arrival at the appointed time,"
Lieutenant Allegra Ames reiterated to her commanding officer. The
young woman's uniform was immaculate, having been serviced by junior
officers she intimidated with threats through an implied close
relationship with the Inquisitor. Her red hair was ornately braided and
held above her neckline accordingly to regulation, and topped off by the
cap of her uniform. Her only regret was that she had not been promoted
to a suitable rank ... like some people ... prior to this important
Commander Augustus Hood, the
stern taskmaster of the Warspite, slowly walked down each row of
naval personnel, inspecting them in every detail. As executive officer
he took responsibility for the crew and expected nothing less than
perfection from each and every one of them. After correcting several
newly arrived junior officers, he took up a position adjacent to Captain
Anson. He was uncertain what to expect, and merely hoped that we would
emerge no worse for wear.
Captain Serra Eona was not on the flight
deck itself, not yet. She had chosen one of the overlooking control
rooms, standing by the crew as she watched the suddenly anticipated
arrival through the window. A priority two...and somehow no one seemed
to have any idea who it was, or when they had set out for the
Warspite. Their arrival had been a total surprise, even to ISB and
her own Intel contacts. As usual she wore the subdued black uniform of
Imperial Intelligence, adorned with nothing but the code cylinders to
indicate her rank. Not even an evident sidearm was worn. She wore no
cover...it was the one digression from standard uniform she allowed
herself. For the moment she watched and waited, curious above all else
regarding this new development.
The doors leading into the hangar bay
opened suddenly, revealing Grand Moff Claudius Rodney and his entourage.
The man appeared to be both curious and concerned, unaware of who was
arriving in his Oversector. Was it someone coming to chastise him?
Remove him? Replace him? Or perhaps even end his life? Any of these
things seemed possible in light of recent Rebel gains in the region.
Whoever ... or whatever ... it was would soon be here and there was little
he could do but wait. Taking up position where the shuttle would
ultimately land, he folded his arms behind his back and waited ...
Liliya kept up an even and energetic
pace two strides from behind Grand Moff Rodney. Her black cocktail
dress, usually well above standard uniform and out-of-place seemed oddly
appropriate in this occasion. Personal aide and confidant of the
Governor, she was surprised that such an important visitor approaching
the Warspite had slipped under her radar. Her datapad close at
hand held numerous scheduled meetings for Rodney, but she was at a loss
for this unannounced procession. She was disappointed in herself for not
being able to inform the Grand Moff so that he could be better prepared
for such a high-class visit.
Major Kerrie Kiley moved behind the
Grand Moff and Liliya in a well-conditioned Imperial uniform that was as
black as her heart. Not too long ago she was at the man's side, and now
she found herself not only behind him, but behind his Alderaanian nymph
as well. If there were a further place for her to fall ... surely she
could not think of one. But, despite all that had occurred, should
anyone arrive that intended to do harm to the man she would defend him
to the death. She came to a halt, stopping two paces behind the
Governor, and one pace behind his aide, and lowered her head in quiet
"Has it started yet? Am I late?" a
frantic Major Arden Zevrin asked, as she ran into the hangar bay, still
attempting to buckle her belt and tuck in her cream tunic. "What is the
meaning of this anyway?" the blonde ISB Sector Officer asked no one in
particular, her blue eyes scanning over the crowd for any insight on
what might be about to transpire. Spotting the Grand Moff and his
personnel at the head of the formation, she skillfully maneuvered her
way to the head of the pack, at times resorting to physical aggression
to reach her destination. At last, she sashayed past Kerrie and arrived
behind the Grand Moff, quite contentedly usurping the dainty Liliya. "I
see I have arrived at just the opportune moment, Milord," she announced
smugly, taking up similar posture to him.
Inquisitor Serine Thanor and her
unofficial apprentice Kia Kaen were the last Imperial representatives to
arrive for the unannounced landing of a top priority individual. Serine
prided herself on arriving early for such an esteemed gathering,
however, she fell a bit short due to her over zealous preening of her
apprentice to ensure they demonstrated the might of the Inquisitorius
with dignity and power. After all, it could very well be High Inquisitor
Vader himself visiting and the lower ranked Inquisitor wished to appear
professional despite the chaos she felt was swarming around the
Warspite at every angle. Serine escorted Kia towards the line of
officers with purpose and pride, adorned in her dark crimson Inquisitor
robes due to the special occasion. She was wearing these rather often
now, she mused as eyes darted around to gander at the present occupants.
An all-knowing arrogant smile was hinted as she gazed at Zevrin,
extremely pleased that Kia and herself had finally, ... at least
temporarily ... politically trapped that woman. Eyes finally fell to her
apprentice, checking to make sure the young girl was behaving
Kia had intentionally started keeping a
couple outfits sealed away to keep from getting Nexu fur all over them.
Now dressed in a rather sharp side buttoned, sleeveless tunic and a pair
of fitted black dress slacks in the same material. The only visible part
of her new armorweave bodysuit was the sleeve, the dark grey material
making a nice contrast, and almost looking like a planned part of the
outfit. She had bought a simple black utility belt, and had a few
smallish opaque mesh containers attached to it. Straightening the tunic,
she turned a full circle to let Serine inspect and make sure everything
was perfect, before accompanying her to this landing party. Upon their
arrival, Kia dutifully stood if not at attention, then at something more
of a relaxed, non caring posture. Looking around at the miniature sea of
people in curiosity. She was being good, you could tell she was, nothing
had blown up.
On the bridge, Imperial technicians
picked up traces of inbound crafts. They expertly read friendly
transmission codes, standard approach velocity and vectors and evaluated
it as a Lambda-class shuttle and escort. Before they could make
their report, radio transmission came across. The voice was paced and
clear to be readable, "Warspite this is shuttle Viger. I
am with escort in sector and on approach. Am I clear to land?"
Lieutenant Ames turned her attention
to her Captain momentarily. "Captain, the shuttle is on final approach,"
she informed him, before signaling to the docking control officer to
lower the shields and allow the vessel to land. In the control booth
personnel began executing the Lieutenant's officers and relayed the
clearance to the incoming shuttle. "Attention on deck!" she yelled, as
she snapped the heels of her boots together, followed by the echoing
sound of several hundred officers doing the same.
With the shuttle clear to land, only a
speck at first, the details of the Lambda shuttle became more
firm by the moment. As the Imperial gray craft closed in, it's wings
folded up into landing position and the slight hum of upward thrusters
whispered about the deck. The complete silence was interrupted by the
depressurizing of the cabin as the loading bay doors began to open. A
slight fog enveloped a short form caused by different temperatures
meeting. As the suspense grew to a palpable object, the short form
A human male, standing to exactly one
and a half meters emerged as a laughable image. He looked to be
approximately forty standard years of age and time took its toll on him.
There was nigh a hair on the top of his head; however, brown hair
peppered with whites ran neatly along the side and back of his head.
Laugh lines and crows feet revealed his age in contrast to his young
brown eyes, held comically wide to the shock of greeting. After he took
a moment to compose himself, he straightened his colorful shirt, adorned
with images of blumfruit and their bushes and pressed his too small
glasses up his nose. "Wowie." He blinked and continued. "I've never seen
such a welcome!" He glanced around before continuing "Or such women.
Yowzers!" After wiping his shining forehead, he could continue. "Well ...
hello everyone" he drew out in an overly friendly manor. "What is the
word?" he searched. "Ah yes. Carry on? My name is Cole Shuura. Doctor
that is. I've been assigned to your ship as your new counselor..." he then
paused. "Oh, don't worry. Not the Jedi kind. They are all dead." He
flicked his hand to embellish the joke, laughing at his own brilliance.
"Haha, I know. It's hilarious. Enough about me. How are you?" He asked
the nearest Stormtrooper.
The blue eyes of the freshly minted
Captain Randi Trainor widened at the presence of Doctor Shuura. "No
way!" she exclaimed, squealing like an excited child who just received a
Life Day present. Breaking formation without permission, she hurried to
the front of the crowd to get a closer look at the man. "It's Doctor
Shuura! I watch your show on Imperial Holovision like all the time. Your
show about the Shistavanen who didn't know which Rodian fathered her
second set of triplets was totally amazing!" she said, in an
increasingly excitable level of frenzy. Suddenly, she turned to the
Inquisitor and grabbed at her in unrelenting joy, giving her a frantic
shake. "Don't you know who this is, Serry?!" she said, her lips curling
into such a warm smile that it threatened to split her face in two.
Serine had been standing at military
attention with her hands clasped behind her back as she watched with
great interest and curiosity as the shuttle ramp lowered, ready any
moment to snap her attention in front of her and advert her eyes in
respect. However, what came down the ramp was hardly what she would give
second-notice to, she would not have even given him a few credits if
starving and begging in the street. The inquisitor was not at all
impressed but was in conflict all the same as this man had still been
given priority 2 clearance... Her thoughts were interrupted as her
personal pilot, Captain Randi, decided it was a good idea to break
formation and nearly tackle her in a tornado of excitement. Serine was
too dismayed by the turn of events here to chastise her floozy
associate, but instead brushed her aside so she could get a better look
at this 'doctor' Shuura, already starting to get extremely annoyed.
The young woman blinked a few times,
tilted her head and tried very very hard not to giggle at the ridiculous
shirt the 'special' visitor was wearing. Leaning forward just enough
that Serine would be the only one to hear her whisper "I think I know
what makes him 'special', Master Thanor."
Serine smiled just barely before waving
it off. "We shall see what makes him so special." Said with a slightly
bitter tone due to the monumental waste of time this was. "We have far
more important matters to direct our attention to, Kia." The Inquisitor
led her apprentice from the area to continue their training ... she was
apprehensive with the inevitable confrontation with Treymane and Kia's
"Oh you cannot be serious," Major Zevrin
claimed in disbelief when she saw the small, rodent-like man that
emerged from the shuttle. Without saying so much as a word, nor excusing
herself to the Governor, and she turned on her heels and began walking
out of the hangar bay. She had more important things to do than exchange
pleasantries with a pseudo-celebrity there to pick their brains about
'daddy issues' and how they 'feel' about the war.
At first she had absolutely no idea who
the man was. Though current events across the galaxy were an immense
part of her job, popular and relevant cultural phenomena could easily go
overlooked. Serra took a moment to realize just who the hell the Doctor
was, picking up on it moments before one of the control room technicians
uttered the name in surprise. "Interesting." She watched a few moments
longer, then turned to leave the room. There was no need to go into the
hangar. Serra Eona would instead head for her quarters and open a secure
connection with her minder, divulging the presence of the Doctor and
reaching out for any information as to why such a man would be sent to
the Warspite. Time to get the Intelligence gears turning.
"Ship's counselor?" Governor Rodney
repeated, sounding quite dismayed by what had happened here today. "This
is a matter for you, Captain," he said, in quite a dismissive attitude
as he began following behind Zevrin in a hasty exit. "Liliya, my dear,
will you find out who made this error and alert me so that I might
dispose....demote them," he stammered, catching himself, as he had
attempted to shield that side of himself from her.
Liliya's processor was being maxed at
capacity to figure out these strange and unexpected proceedings as she
was not at all programmed with data on this Dr. Shuura. This lack of
information on a priority 2 person was an embarrassing hole that she
needed to rectify quickly. Instead of going directly to the source,
Rodney's aide decided to do a bit of research before hand and try to
uncover the truth to what had transpired here.
"Your transfer orders, doctor?"
Commander Hood asked, his brown eyes looking over the
diminutive man, having been unaware that they even manufactured clothes
for someone that size. Stepping forward, he could hear the clamoring of
officers behind him, amplified with the sound of laughter. "Clear the
flight deck. Return to duty," he ordered, without turning to acknowledge
them. His focus remained fixed on the new arrival.
Lieutenant Ames stood quietly behind
Commander Hood, tilting her head slightly as if she were an animal,
studying the newly arrived doctor with some apprehension. Her lips
pursed slightly as she considered the situation, expanding her cheeks
with an awkward sucking noise. Perhaps she could make use of the
doctor's services, as she had been feeling quite frustrated by the fact
that her recent brown nosing had resulted in nothing for her ... yet the
blubbering cheerleader in front of her was now a Captain.
Doctor Shuura chuckled to himself at the
various reactions to his arrival. Approaching Commander Hood,
he blurted "You look important enough. I haven't quite figured out
Imperial rank. Lets see now..." he shoved his fist into his pockets and
shuffled them around like a mouse-droid loose in his pants. "Here it is.
You mean this!" he half shouted as he pulled forth the most crumpled
imperial documents one has ever seen. He then turned to a couple of
soldiers in the transport. "Boys! Get my luggage! I'm moving in!"
Commander Hood took the
crumpled documents from the man, and shook them delicately in front of
himself to loosen the creases. "I see," he said, with some level of
personal discomfort, looking them over to make sure everything was in
order. "Very well, doctor," he said, without adding any unnecessary
chatter. "Lieutenant Ames, show this man to his quarters," he said,
before moving with the others to clear the hangar bay.
"It will be done, Commander," Allegra
said with a firm nod of her head. "This way, doctor," she said, offering
a soft, polite smile that she had so carefully crafted during years of
watching her father address the Senate with lie after lie. In a
confident manner she navigated them through the crowd of officers who
were dismissing in a hurry, quite disgusted that they had been mustered
for ... this. "Gangway. Make a hole," she ordered in a frenzy, pushing to
get them to the turbolift.