Settle Grey Marks

Nine : Starkiller Base

Y/N P.O.V.

The ship had docked at a clearance platform with droids and maintenance crew awaiting for us to descend the ship. Multiple officers were standing by along the side, waiting for some of the officials to exit. L. Jones and Captain Nyns bid us a welcoming greeting to the base and expected to be seeing us around in the near future. We thanked them and got the page line for Captain Nyns in case I ever needed his assistance. He was very vocal for me to use it without hesitation, or fearness from other officials. I hugged him, reminding me again to not let my grandmother know about his little joke he pulled on me and Drane.

We grabbed our things and walked down the ramp, taking in the crucial coldness of the planet. Our personal droid met us with our bags at the edge of the platform. I took in the sight reaching the end of the ramp, seeing plenty of white rocky mountains, snow covered trees, space crafts frosted with a thick glass-blanket of ice. The passengers and other officers shivered as they rushed towards the hangar and into the building of the base itself. More spacecrafts were seen inside the hangar, guards and small droids roaming across the room. It was a remarkable space, minimal colors coordinating amongst the vibrant reds and whites of their insignia. Painted perfectly on every attitude of a person, every banner, every spacecraft and every badge of a person or stormtrooper. The glossy floors reflected the vibrant lights from above with stormtroopers' perfect image bouncing from underneath them. Stainless walls with lights within them, designed to be luminous from the dark color scheme this base seems to have. Machine droids over 10 feet rested on the sides on opposite ends facing to the middle. On the second floor, unused space crafts hung above us with engineers attending to them. The enormous gate that opened for our ship and the others to enter the landing dock had closed, emitting a thunderous boom across the room. Hardly anyone was paying attention, everyone was focused and engaged on their duties.

Drane caught my attention, pulling my elbow gently as he led me to the stairs of the platform before stopping. Coming up the stairs was a figure dressed in black, suit tailor to his body very fitting. His body language spoke of high importance, or maybe it was the way how all the others going down the stairs had moved quickly out the way. He hid his face with a helmet, one that was menacing but familiar to sketches I once saw from my grandmother's study about a project to secure a metalsmith for a group of seven individuals. He stopped at the end of the stairs, looking at us and proceeded to walk three steps forward before standing in place. His hands were placed behind him, head resting high and only staring at us. A female officer walked over to him, giving him a file, but never taking it. I could see that she was explaining something about us and the file to him but it seemed he didn't pay her any mind. Didn't bother to look at the open file she was holding out, he would only stare at us, occasionally tilting his head before he turned to her and spoke where only she was able to hear. The female officer visibly froze, something I hadn't seen very often. I turned to Drane, seeing he was as concerned as me since this individual had been staring at us along with a presumably file of us the officer held. The female officer quickly walked over to us, relieved that she was away from him and fixed her demeanor before reaching us.

"You both must be our new luxury guests. Welcome to the First Order, to Starkiller Base. It is a pleasure your arrival has been safe and secure without inconveniences. Please follow me as I introduce you to an important official of the base."

The female officer turned on her heels, walking back to the male figure. I quickly whisper to Drane that this is an intense welcome we've gotten. Drane only smiled as we followed behind her, stopping at a good distance between us and the officer with the menacing figure. Besides us, a small black and grey droid swivel by to stop in front of our personal droid. They exchanged words in their specific communication language before our personal droid turned to Drane and I, waving goodbye and wheeled away with our bags. I barely could get a word out, seeing our droid following behind the smaller droid.