Imperial grey. Uniformly shaped floor panels, wall panels, and ceiling tiles. Green crewmen standing at attention.
These are a few of my favorite things.. Commodore Claw thought, musically, as he strode confidently across the bridge of the
Imperial class Star Destroyer
Nemesis. The ship's XO, Captain Sihd, rose from the captain's chair and clicked his heels as Claw approached. "Sir, squadrons two and four are still on recon. No contact for 93 standard minutes. I thought it wise to inform you before things became worse." the elder officer said with a hint of cynicism.
Not to be outdone, Claw replied, "Thought? Wise? Those are two words I don't normally hear when someone describes you." This was replied with a quick scowl before the Captain could hide his expression again. Claw silently congratulated himself and continued. "We're going to assume the worst. I want squadron one to stay on alert as three heads out. Call the others in from their maneuvers." Claw's orders were replied with a chorus of 'Yes, sir's from the officers, taking to each of the tasks without being told. "I knew Daylid would be trouble. Something in the back of my skull." Claw muttered as he slowly made his way to the Captain's chair. He sighed heavily as he sat equally heavily. "What I wouldn't give for a squadron full of Jedi right about now.." he continued his quiet ramblings. He knew that he would never tolerate having a squadron of those uptight, egotistical bastards. He also knew that this was going to be a long day cycle.
..frackfrackfrackfrackfrackfra.. A man wearing a rich, colorful tunic and matching leggings looked up from his pacing and cursing as he saw an aide out of the corner of his eye. He waited impatiently for the nervous woman to speak.
The well dressed and finely pressed woman's voice failed for for a moment. She bit her lip lightly as she stepped forward. "Mr. Vissard, they've sent out another squadron. Radar says they seem to be coming about to aim planetside." she managed.
Sam Vissard picked up the nearest object and heaved it at the aide, who quickly scrambled out of the room as a heavy glass paperweight shattered on the floor at her heels. He ran his fingers through his air and let out a long breath.
Calm. Ok, Sam, think. You found a way to outsmart these banthas with military haircuts every day. Think! He looked down at the floor and noticed the shards of glass. "Miss Hai?" he called, just now remembering what he had done.
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