Turn to Grey- A Star Wars Fiction

Preperation for Investigation

Two days passed, and Grey got the call they all had been dreading near the middle of the day. Link confirmed the two Star Destroyers had returned to their galaxy. Throughout the night, they kept a close eye on the ships and electric fields around their planet. Grey was restless, spending the whole day with Link and several other Troopers in the command center. Long into the night they all waited and watched, when Jumper walked into the room.

"You should be resting."

"How can I when they're so close?"

"Grey, everything will be fine."

Early the next morning, with only Grey, Jumper, and Link still in the room, request for a transmission was received. The leader jumped up and walked over to the panel, accepting the voice call.

"Good day, this is Admiral Moore of the First Order. If you are receiving this, please respond."

"This is planet Vizal. What is your reason for contacting us?"

"Last time this system was checked, this planet had no intelligent life. What is your affiliation?"

"We are a neutral planet. We have none."

"Well then, we'd like to make a visit and discuss some terms with you. If you decide to keep yourself a neutral territory, you'll simply be added as such. First, we wish to speak directly to your king, queen, or otherwise."

After some moments of silence, Grey finally responded, "Fine. Tonight. I'll send you the coordinates for landing. Bring no more than three men at your side."

With that, Grey stopped the transmission. 

Jumper walked over and said with a soft shoulder pat, "Guess we'll be having company. Better find some fancy clothes for the evening."

Grey shivered, and walked out of the room, heading towards the main building. Jumper followed his friend, stress looming over him as well.

Grey turned to him as they continued, "You know you can't be there."

His eyebrows furrowed, "Who else is going to make sure nothing weird happens?"

"Apollo will be there and I'm going to find some guard clothes for Alloy."

"Why can't you just find some for me too, then?"

"Jumper..." Grey halted for a moment, looking at the ground, "you know they would immediately recognize you. Your face isn't something they're not used to."

The leader resumed movement, leaving the other General behind for a moment. He then picked back up pace, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I guess you're right. I mean, our numbers started thinning out with the new ways of getting Stormtroopers."

"The Separatists and Republic were at war for years, Jumper. I'm sorry, but you can't show your face. You can stay from a distance and watch if that makes you feel better."

The two split off as Grey entered the hall, preparing for the meeting that would be held later that evening. Roughly two hours before the Imperial representative was to arrive, Jumper and Apollo were in the main hall, helping set the grand table. Three Twi'leks went back and forth from the kitchen, setting ornamental fruits and decorations while preparing the food in the back. The town had been cleared of any sign of Troopers, save for Jumper who was still wearing his armour. Apollo glanced over at Jumper every so often, who was obviously deep in thought. He sometimes paused what he was doing and shook his head, then started again.

"Jumper," Apollo said, catching his attention, "I sense great discomfort in you."

"Tch. Don't use your little tricks to try and get into my head," he responded through his helmet.