The rhythmic gravel of boots meeting the floor was so loud that the scouts entered the hall to find out what was happening. Several men, encased in their white armours with oddly shaped helmets entered into the hanger, their blasters held to their chest; their fingers along the shaft of the blaster, the fingers close to the trigger.
The Stormtroopers had arrived.
The children gathered in their numbers at the sight of their would-be futures; some will stay and train in the hangers, others will go and join the ranks, and then begin their legacy on the front line, the first line of offence in their life mission, drummed into them by their teachers.
For the Empire.
Behind the children, marched the workers within the hanger of the ship; the imperial guards stood to attention; their freshly pressed grey uniforms and caps made them look like they placed great care in their appearance; everything about them, even the wax upon their black knee-high boots, had to be in order.
Soon a sea of olive-green, grey and grey-blue officers stood to attention, chest out, with arms crossed behind their back; their attention fixed to the pulpit. The children knew what not to do, but to follow suit; crossing their arms behind their backs, feet apart and simply waited.
A black-cloaked with a hood over his head man approached the pulpit; his grey hands peeing over his majestic sleeves. The children performed a double-take at the sight of the Emperor; others gasped at the man behind him, his large form covered with black robes, his cape swept outwards as he walked with purpose; his feet heavy as he climbed the steps of the platform. The Emperor turned towards the guards who stood to attention, the other man turned as well, revealing a dark skeletal mask, the lower portions holding an unusual triangular grated shape.
"There is a careful balance that is needed to preserve the prosperity of its inhabitants. Over the years, due to the hubris of archaic orders, they have tipped the balance, plunging the galaxy into chaos. Through my career began in Naboo, I have fought tooth and nail to ensure that prosperity is spread, so others may live as we do, safe and secure. As a result of the attempt to my life, I remain, scarred, unable to bear my likeness, but I say again; my resolve has never been so much stronger! The chaos will be tipped back into balance, and then eliminated from the galaxy! For the collective prosperities of all lifeform, there must be order!"
The soldiers cheered, the Stormtroopers punched the air, as the Emperor raised his hands in the air. The tall man simply stood, his skeletal mask slowly scanning the crowd. The Emperor lowered his hands, and turned towards the tall man...
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The cloaked man leant into towards the man in the skeletal mask. "Well? Has your curiosity been sated?"
"There is no mistake. I can feel it." He said, his voice resonating through gassing inhalation. "I will see to this myself, my master."
The hooded man nostrils flared; his wrinkles taking new form as he sneered at the black-robed man. "Results will be expected...for your sake, my apprentice!"
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Orchid Blaze - A STAR WARS Story
FanfictionThe impact of the loss is felt through the Living Force; a long-hidden conspiracy has been uncovered, and the Sith had taken hold of the prophesied hope shortly before silencing the one who could stop their advancements. The shift is felt elsewhere...
