Darth Viscera
Mar 31st, 2004, 04:20:36 PM
The blurry vision was that of a moon lush with forests as far as the eye could see. Looking up, one could see floodlights from the Imperial shuttles which shot past overhead, angling towards a construction site based in a clearing. There, a massive construction droid loomed overhead, working tirelessly to create this outpost at the edge of the galaxy. A Star Destroyer loomed high overhead, depositing materials for the future base planetside.
The wide view of the planet faded out, to be replaced by a view of the Emperor's throne room on Imperial Center. A dimly lit, wide-open room housed an elaborate command chair in which the Emperor sat, looking out across the bustling capital world through a large, panoramic window. Outside, endless columns of starfighters and combat airspeeders of all types filled the sky.
Darth Vader cautiously approached his master, whose back was to the dark lord of the sith. Several tense moments passed before the Emperor rotated his chair to face Vader, who knelt before him.
"What is thy bidding, my master?" Vader asked, his head bowed low, the sound of his breathing lingering in the air long after his words had been spoken.
"Rise, my friend," the Emperor commanded, and the dark lord did so. "Is the facility on the forest moon nearing completion?"
"Yes, my master," the dark lord replied.
"Good! You have done well, my friend. The Rebellion will not be allowed to take hold. Their shortsightedness will be their undoing. I have foreseen it."
"And what of the reports of rebel activity near the capital? My son was with them."
"It is of no concern. Soon the Rebellion will be crushed and young Skywalker will be one of us! Go out to the Sanctuary moon and await my orders."
"As you wish," Vader bowed, then turned and exited the throne room. The Emperor's command chair rotated back to face the window, he watched the fading sun, and his eyes closed.
The wide view of the planet faded out, to be replaced by a view of the Emperor's throne room on Imperial Center. A dimly lit, wide-open room housed an elaborate command chair in which the Emperor sat, looking out across the bustling capital world through a large, panoramic window. Outside, endless columns of starfighters and combat airspeeders of all types filled the sky.
Darth Vader cautiously approached his master, whose back was to the dark lord of the sith. Several tense moments passed before the Emperor rotated his chair to face Vader, who knelt before him.
"What is thy bidding, my master?" Vader asked, his head bowed low, the sound of his breathing lingering in the air long after his words had been spoken.
"Rise, my friend," the Emperor commanded, and the dark lord did so. "Is the facility on the forest moon nearing completion?"
"Yes, my master," the dark lord replied.
"Good! You have done well, my friend. The Rebellion will not be allowed to take hold. Their shortsightedness will be their undoing. I have foreseen it."
"And what of the reports of rebel activity near the capital? My son was with them."
"It is of no concern. Soon the Rebellion will be crushed and young Skywalker will be one of us! Go out to the Sanctuary moon and await my orders."
"As you wish," Vader bowed, then turned and exited the throne room. The Emperor's command chair rotated back to face the window, he watched the fading sun, and his eyes closed.