Galactic Empire: Serving the New Order

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

There was nothing from the comm unit for what seemed like an eternity, yet it was only three minutes before the Grand General's voice returned, more venom filled than before, "I am doing my duty as an Imperial Officer, unlike you Commander. I am not murdering loyal Imperials. I am containing the traitors and I was preparing to strike before I was forced to divert a good portion of my troops to deal with you. Now, we are back where we started and there is word the Rebel Fleet is already in the system. If you wish to do your job and no longer risk further action against you, I suggest you put your weapons away, step into the corridor, and follow the escort to me immediately. Do not think you have any authority over me, your men are just as responsible as you are if these Rebels kill even one of my men."

 

[DralonXitz]

The commander sheathes his pistol, looking down for a moment, he thinks, "Damn, I can't believe daddy here makes Grand General and produces a pipsqueak like Private Kardon. I better follow along for now, I'm going to hear as much hell for this as when I blew up that Prototype TIE...."

"Alright General, you win. We'll step into your corridor and follow your joke of an escort to you. Just make it fast, I hate long waits..

 

[Veritas]

Major Rannick slings his rifle over his shoulder and prepares to accompany the escorts.

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

When the blast doors opened, it was fairly obvious that the escort was not a joke, or full of them. Ten stormtroopers stood, rifles aimed in and reay to fire. The markings on the sides of the helmets indicated that the lowest ranking member among them still outranked Dralon, and many other markings showed that these were members of one of the elite storm commando units.

Behind them, a single officer stood. He did not wear the olive green uniform, but instead his was a jet black with the rank showing him to be a General. The man had a battle hardened face from what must have been years of service, yet the age only seemed to make him more dangerous. The worst part was he didn't look the least bit worried. In a sharp, uncaring voice, the officer spoke, "Stow the attitudes. We already have enough to shoot you here for treason, so I wouldn't suggest attempting anything foolish," he paused, allowing them the illusion that they could respond, then cut off the silence sharply, "You will lead the way. At the end of the corridor, turn right, and follow that until you reach the second escort."

 

[Lobo Lurker]

Archimedes snaps to attention so quickly you'd swear that you heard a small sonic boom. "Sir!" He salutes, and leads the way down the corridor.

We'll pay for this fiasco eventually, but for now I should just remain focused on the task at hand. He inwardly sighs, I hate getting caught in pissing matches between career officers...

 

[Veritas]

Rannick is only a millisecond behind the stormtrooper in snapping to attention, and so close are they that it seems possible they rehersed it beforehand.

"Sir, yes sir!" he chimes in and moves up with Archimedes to lead the way.

 

[DralonXitz]

As Dralon sees the platoon of men, he eyes each one of them up and down, seeing their rank markers.

"Jeez, wonder how much sucking up these men did to achieve their ranks..."

As he moves his glance over to the General, he listens to his orders and says sarcasticlly, "Well Lienie, seems like father time hasn't done you any favors recently, does it?" Coldly laughing, he spits in front of the General and walks down the hall, following his men.

 

[The Other Librarian]

Tyrcus salutes, stepping in line behind the rest of his party, and follows down the hall.

 

[yangnome]

Devlin also snaps to attention at the sight of the General. He renders a crisp salute along with the others and floows them through the gauntlet of stormtroopers.

 

[Veritas]

Rannick frowns at Xitz's continued contempt for authority. How did he get assigned as our leader? He's going to get himself and us killed if he doesn't shut his mouth and follow orders. he thinks. Maybe I should have shot him, but then I guess I'd be robbing the Grand General of the pleasure of doing it himself.