Syron Ward
Jan 31st, 2002, 10:55:19 AM
"Ah, the joys of space travel."
Through the fleeting lines of air traffic, a lone Svelte shuttle broke off from the flow and accelerated towards a large, dark building building that was sometimes referred to as the 'Blackmail Center'. It rested peacefully in a shadow, that of a gray-green Pyramid complex. The shuttle cruised on towards it, seemingly oblivious to the fact that many a negotiator had arrived there confident, yet had left as a quivering sack of beaten flesh. The personnel inside the shuttle, however, were well aware of this, and several had promptly broke out into a sweat upon hearing of their mission. They had a galaxy-spanning trip to think it over.
From Dayark there was a grudgingly tedious trip up the Rimma route to Thyferra, from the edge of the galaxy to the center. Then, another jump to Corellia on the Trade Spine with the same name. Those on board has to admit that TSO was a much more hospitable Sith faction then the others in the galaxy, and that the trip through Corellia had been a pleasant one. The lone shuttle had then shot up the Corellian Run, bypassing Vulpter to their main objective.
Imperial Center.
The Capitol. The Fountainhead of Humanity. Coordinates zero-zero-zero. No one on board had ever visited this place before, though everyone knew of it. The black Svelte shuttle was hailed by Imperial Harbor Control and was asked what it was here to do. They were here to discuss. Did they have an appointment with an official? They did. Were they the representatives from Death Fleet? They were. Several seconds passed and they were granted landing at the Special Visitor's platform which led directly into the Imperial Palace. Two TIE/D fighters shrieked up alongside the shuttle. Apparently, droids were good enough for Death Fleet.
As the shuttle landed, a squad of storm troopers stood in rank along the walkway into the Palace. The light reflected off their white armor, the skull helmets facing forward, and their blaster rifles held close. The ramp extended down from the main structure of the vessel, and seconds later 10 blue-uniformed officers of the Gunjikeisatsu marched down and stood in rank along the walkway as well. Following them, another figure strode down the length of the ramp and continued onward, not turning around with eyes wide and gazing at the majesty of the place as some had done before him. Syron Ward's black uniform was clean and pressed, very official and very military. The Gunjikeisatsu followed in 2 columns of 5 behind him as he marched through the Storm Troopers towards the main gate.
Through the fleeting lines of air traffic, a lone Svelte shuttle broke off from the flow and accelerated towards a large, dark building building that was sometimes referred to as the 'Blackmail Center'. It rested peacefully in a shadow, that of a gray-green Pyramid complex. The shuttle cruised on towards it, seemingly oblivious to the fact that many a negotiator had arrived there confident, yet had left as a quivering sack of beaten flesh. The personnel inside the shuttle, however, were well aware of this, and several had promptly broke out into a sweat upon hearing of their mission. They had a galaxy-spanning trip to think it over.
From Dayark there was a grudgingly tedious trip up the Rimma route to Thyferra, from the edge of the galaxy to the center. Then, another jump to Corellia on the Trade Spine with the same name. Those on board has to admit that TSO was a much more hospitable Sith faction then the others in the galaxy, and that the trip through Corellia had been a pleasant one. The lone shuttle had then shot up the Corellian Run, bypassing Vulpter to their main objective.
Imperial Center.
The Capitol. The Fountainhead of Humanity. Coordinates zero-zero-zero. No one on board had ever visited this place before, though everyone knew of it. The black Svelte shuttle was hailed by Imperial Harbor Control and was asked what it was here to do. They were here to discuss. Did they have an appointment with an official? They did. Were they the representatives from Death Fleet? They were. Several seconds passed and they were granted landing at the Special Visitor's platform which led directly into the Imperial Palace. Two TIE/D fighters shrieked up alongside the shuttle. Apparently, droids were good enough for Death Fleet.
As the shuttle landed, a squad of storm troopers stood in rank along the walkway into the Palace. The light reflected off their white armor, the skull helmets facing forward, and their blaster rifles held close. The ramp extended down from the main structure of the vessel, and seconds later 10 blue-uniformed officers of the Gunjikeisatsu marched down and stood in rank along the walkway as well. Following them, another figure strode down the length of the ramp and continued onward, not turning around with eyes wide and gazing at the majesty of the place as some had done before him. Syron Ward's black uniform was clean and pressed, very official and very military. The Gunjikeisatsu followed in 2 columns of 5 behind him as he marched through the Storm Troopers towards the main gate.