The Emperor is dead his Empire is shambles. System turn against the once great Empire. Other stand with the Empire and ready themselves against the invasion of the Rebel Alliance. Small fleets is all stand between order and total chaos. Coruscant scrambles in desperation to find a new leader to take control of the chaos. Grand Admiral's claim the right to the thorn and start war with each other weakening themselves. The Rebel Alliance pushes hard against the weakend Empire overextending themselves and leaving themselves open for attacks. In the middle of the chaos Pirates and Raiders make a living on attack refugees and damaged ships. With the lack of the Empire presence they grow bolder every day.
And in the middle of this stands you. Will you protect your Empire, and stand against the threat that threatens everything you know. Or instead do you fight for the freedoms of a new Galactic order. Or Will you build a Criminal Empire like what Galaxy has never seen. The choice is yours. Pick a side and fight with everything you got.
So if you can't tell yet this is a Star War Rp. Just after Return of the Jedi. Make a Character and pick a side or don't. I will be Rp for the side of a Imperial Admiral. Just send me a PM if your Character and we can go from there.
Felt looked up and turned her head as she heard the Lieutenant call out to her. "Its fine, I did not have much else to do today." She said as she stood up straight and followed him to the shuttle. As he gestured for her to take a seat she nodded in thanks and sat down, her eyes looking around as she kept track of everyone's location as the shuttle took off and headed to their destination.
She wasn't really paying attention to where the trooper was taking her because she was assuming that she'd be taken back to her cell. How else was she supposed to think? Last time she checked, she was still a prisoner; prisoners were kept only in one place, and those places were cells.
So, it was quite a bit of a shock to her when she wasn't led back to her cell. She knew that the two of them were going along an entirely new route, had she accidentally used the force on the trooper? No, she couldn't have accidentally used the force or that guy who had tried to tackle her would have already appeared and tried to wrestle her to the ground.
There was only one choice left, and that it had to have been on Anderson's orders. She still did not understand why he was being so nice to her? She was just another piece of 'rebel scum' that had only recently helped to blast their 'precious Emperor' to thousands of pieces. Her gut feeling did not like it, and Anara knew to trust her gut feeling.
She was led to some room. This one had a decent bed, and even a shower. The trooper had walked back out, leaving her all alone once again.
She took a shower. It felt pleasant to feel warm water wash away the sweat and dirt off her skin. But she did not for one moment forget where she was located. She was still inside an Imperial cruiser, and still a prisoner.
After the shower, it was time to try on the dress. Anara easily slipped into it. It was a good thing that it covered the legs all the way down, since the long skirt hid the black boots.
She walked up to the mirror in the bathroom wearing the dress. It looked somewhat unnatural and felt unnatural. The smoothness of the dress made her question if she was even wearing one, but the fact that she could still touch it meant it was real.
A knock on the door was heard, and someone entered. It was Anderson, being polite and asking if she was ready.
Anara, looking at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom. It appeared that Anderson had also cleaned up, looking much more formal now.
[+purple "I am ready now. Let's go."]
Sergeant Kyle Ryker tried his hardest not to laugh at the woman he was guarding as they walked through the station. She was acting like she was some kind of bounty hunter and she looked ridiculous as she tried to swagger around. Most people avoided her because he looked crazier than threating. As the arrived he stayed by the door a watched as she went about her business. He had no idea why the Admiral was inviting her but he didn’t really care much ether. Once she was done he went over the counter and handed over the chip he was given to pay for her stuff. He also grabbed a small doll and paid for that himself before storing it in an empty pouch on his belt. They then returned to the ship as he instead led her to an empty office quarters that she could use to get ready. It was simple room with mostly a bed and its own shower for use. One he let her inside he went back to just standing and making sure no one came in. "So, wired for the ship to be so quite." He said to himself.
Lt. Lawrence finished with a shower as he got ready for the party. Putting on her dress uniform he made sure that he looked every bit of the part of his rank. Still not liking his job he put on his best fake smile. He would much rather be shot at then stand around and talk idly with people who wanted nothing more than to stab you in the back. Finishing up with his uniform he checked his watch. Ten till his meeting time. Grabbing his blaster, and attraction it to his belt he moved to hanger where he noticed two ties and sentinel class land ship waiting for him. He also noticed the Inquisitor had beaten him to the hanger. "Good day Inquisitor." He said. "I thank you for joining me today. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." Once they entered the shuttle he noticed it was mostly empty be side two tech quietly talking to themselves in the front. He offered her a seat at the rear and took one across from her. The shuttled soon took off taking the four down to the plant where the parties had already stated around the plant.
Anderson awoke a lot later then he normally did. Getting up and cleaning himself up and dressing himself, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked much older than he was. He was only in his thirties yet he almost looked fourth with tired eyes and scares. "Never will win the ladies hearts with a face like that." His older Admiral use to joke with him. Not that he really carried he was married to the job and didn’t have time for a relationship. Moving to his computer he sent off an email to a friend about the partly tonight and invited him and his friend. After that he got up and moved to meet Anara in the room she set him up in. Reaching the door with the trooper he dismissed him for the day and he knocked on the door before entering. "Commander Anara are you ready." He asked in a normal ton. His privet shuttle was waiting for them that would take them to the plant capitol building. Both of them would be in the busiest place of the night as it would light the fire in the people heart that the empire would carry on.
After some contemplation Felt sighed and walked over to a mirrio and looked at herself in her robes. "A ball huh, I wonder if I have to dress up?" she mutted to herself before going to her closet and looking to see if she had a dress uniform. After much searching she found one and sighed at the look of it before chaning into it. "I hate dress uniforms, always ment to look fancy without praticallity in a fight." she thought as she finished putting it on.
She checked the time and turned to one of her driods. Keep an eye on the ship" she said and walked toward sthe landing ramp after clipping her lightsaber to her belt. "Might as well get to the hanger early"
From the way she woke up, Anara knew that she hadn't taken a nap. She had slept for at least a few hours.
Swinging her legs out, she put them firmly on the ground. Bringing her hands up to her face, she rubbed her eyes with her knuckles. Through little openings in her still blurry vision, she noticed the mostly white with a bit of black armor of a stormtrooper who was holding a gun. She took no notice of the stormtrooper as her vision cleared up.
Standing up, Anara began stretching various muscles. What was odd though was the stormtrooper. He was standing there, but they didn't give off the vibe of "just standing cause I was told to". Instead, it felt as if the stormtrooper was waiting to deliver some message to her.
Anara paused mid-stretch of her arm, staring back at the stormtrooper. Crossing her in front of her, Anara drew herself into a more formal position to see whether the stormtrooper had indeed anything to say to her.
Anara found the words a most curious thing. The words were a message from the Anderson fellow. Earlier he had offered to take her to a ball, but this message was an even bigger show of kindness??? Anderson was offering that she could go pick out a dress to have something formal to wear for the party, and he'd pay for it. The big catch, she'd have to be escorted by the stormtrooper there and back again.
Anara closed her eyes as she contemplated. If she went out while wearing this, she'd for sure attract too much unwanted information. The obvious rebel shoulder patch on her coat, and resemblance to a Rebel fighter. She could always request an Imperial uniform, but Anara totally disliked that idea. They were too gray, not colorful enough.
But then, she had a brainwave. if she wore her jacket on one shoulder and swagger around like a bounty hunter, no one would really pay attention to her. All everyone else would see was a bounty hunter, or mercenary, being escorted somewhere by an Imperial stormtrooper.
Taking off her cloak, Anara turned in the part of the cloak with the Rebel patch on it, and wore it over one shoulder. Looking back up at the stormtrooper, she nodded.
The station itself wasn't that interesting. There were either stormtroopers, a boring sea of gray uniforms, or others who seemed to have the most boring of conversations. Anara focused on swagger walking after the stormtrooper, trying to play the part of a bounty hunter. Luckily, it worked. No one else really seemed to pay attention to the two of them.
The stormtrooper eventually led her to the store with beautiful dresses. There were so many different choices. Different styles in different sizes and different colors, the combinations were endless.
After going through many dresses, Anara found one she liked. Ironically, it was a grey color she preffered, but at least it was a much lighter grey than most of the grey that seemed to hang around as if it were a rain cloud. It didn't stand out, but at the same time it wasn't too in the shadows.
After purchasing, it was simply straight back to the ship and to her cell. Was she ready to party? Well, it all depended on what the party was all about.
Lawrence not only did he have to attend a Navel ball he had to invite the Inquisitor and keep an eye on her. He hated Ball to begin with as he had to dress up and act nice to people he hated. Add on top the fact that he had to deal with a force user who would just love to kill anyone for slights hint of treachery. Glaring at the rest of the bridge crew until they left he pulled up the Inquisitor ship. "What is it?" Came her answer. "Good day Inquisitor." He said trying to keep his voice even and calm. "I been Informed that a Ball is to take place tomorrow and asked to extend an invasion to you." He hated her tone with him as she gave her answer. "Yes that is all if you do choose to join us you can find me in the hanger bay 2 at 1800." With that he cut the transmission. "I'm going to make him pay for this." He said to himself as he went to ready his dress uniform.
Anderson just reached his stop as she agreed. Giving a smile he said. "I always do my dear Commander." He then returned his communicator to his belt. Exiting he returned to his ship seeing most his crew exit the ship as they thanked him for the leave. Returning to his office and room he pulled out his dress uniform and sent it off to get cleaned by the droid for tomorrow event. It would be a new turning point for the empire he hoped. They would have a new Emperor to rally behind and with him taking over the navy he could fix the problem that had been plaguing it for year. Incompetent officer that cared more about themselves then their men. He would start by removing them and getting Officer that would place their troops lives over their own. It would take time but he had full confidence that if he lived long enough he could. Plus, this Jedi might just be his ace in the hole if he c
Felt was laying back on her bed looking up at the ceillin gof her ship as she pondered what the spirit had said. "As much as I hate to admit it he might be right for once, but still doing something like that will take time plus this life is all I have known. For now nothing will change unless I see a reason to I will remain a inquisitor of the empire. Plus it is easier to find force ghost this way" she thought as the comm went off.
"I wonder what that could be." she muttered to herself as she walked over and turned the intercom on. "What is it?" she asked. A voice she did not recalled replied and toled her she was invited to a ball tomorrow night. "I will think about it" she said "Is that all?"
She found it impossible to even shut her eyes. The moment she shut her eyes, the eyes slid back open and she was glancing around with an elevated heart rate. It was if she was afraid of what would happen to her once she fell asleep. Mulling over that thought, Anara decided that she was actually afraid of what would happen to her once she fell asleep. The Empire was known to do nasty things behind the scenes, and she was most certainly behind the scene.
Well, there went the whole idea of getting some shut eye.
Anara found herself thinking about the rest of her squad. What had happened to them during the battle? Had any of them survived, or had all of them been blasted to smithereens by those Empire bastards? Anara could only shrug her shoulders and let out a deep long sigh as she prayed that her wing-mates had made it out all safe and sound.
She almost rolled off the bed from the unexpected voice that filled the room. Calming down from the shock, Anara looked around and spotted Anderson. Or to be more precise, a hologram which mirrored her face; no doubt, he was seeing her face through the hologram on his end.
She sat in silence, deep in contemplation as she pontificated on his offer. On the one hand, she didn't want to go somewhere where there would be many Imperialists. It either was a trap, some show that would try to convince her that the Imperialists weren't scumbags, or both. But on the other hand, that meant she would be stuck in this boring as hell place. She'd at least be able to walk, and maybe overhear a few conversations that would reveal useful information that she could then disclose to her comrades once she got back.
Looking back up to stare at Anderson, or his holographic projection, [+purple "Oh hell, why not. It's not like there's anything better to do. Although, you'd better have some tight as hell story for any of your more curious folk who'd be asking about me."]
Then she lay back down on the bed, and managed to fall asleep.
The Victory docked against the larger space station. The station itself was a large Imperial repair and supply station however, in the last few months it had been upgraded to defend against any major attack. The entire area was located in the mid rim just outside of Hutt and pirates space. Most of the time the fleets in the area could handle any attack however, in the last few months they had become more aggressive and ballzy. Several ships had been lost and raided.
As admiral Anderson left his ship he was greeted by a man in a fine business suit. He was a massive man with short white hair that was combed back with thick gel. "Admiral Anderson, it good to see you made it back safe. All went well I hope?" He said in strong, but gentle voice. He then reached out one of his massive hands.
"Could have gone better senator." Anderson replied taking the senator massive hand. Anderson wasn't a small man by any means, but the senator made him look puny. Hell, he could make Wookie feel small if he ever met one. Standing at almost eight feet it was hard to believe that Senator West was a human. "How about you senator any luck getting thought to the core world?"
West just smiled. "Could have gone better Admiral." He as he started leading the way through the large station. "We were only able to get a few transmissions through and couldn't make much out of them. Sound like the rest of the Empire is in just as much shamble as we are. How could all this have happened."
"Because the empire didn't take the rebels as a serious threat. Everyone took them as just as pucks with blasters. We spent too much time try to make them fear us then hunting down bases and exterminating. Spent too much money on super weapons and not star destroys and superstar destroys."
"You're quite right. We made many mistakes in this war." West agreed as they found themselves in an elevator. "However, we haven't lost yet. The other senator are here for a meeting about the Empire future. Some say we should surrender to the rebels and hope for the best. Other say we should keep fighting."
"What do you think?"
Smiling he didn't even turn to look at the Admiral. "My people have been loyal to the empire from day one. We won't give up just because we lost one battle." He then took a second as the elevator came to a stop at one of the highest points on the station. "I'm going to make an announcement during the meeting. I hope I can count on your support." And with that the door open to about 20 people packed into a conference room. Most seemed to quiet, but a few seemed to be in a heated discussion.
"If we surrender now most of us may be able to get out with a slap on the wrist." One yelled his hands pressed heavily against table.
"And the ones that don't? No, they will other be exceeded or imprisoned for life. It very well known that we all supported the Empire and helped them in building that first Death Star. No we need to keep fighting if not we will lose everything. Our children will outcast, known as the child of traitor that turn and give gave up when the Empire need them most." Another countered sitting calmly in his chair.
"And what? Send our men to die in a war that already lost." A third voice called out.
"The war is long from over," West said walking in and taking a seat at the head of the table. All eyes turned to him and Anderson who stood just behind him. "We just have to understand where we are at."
"And where that?" The first man asked taking his seat again.
"Our nation is at a precipices, set for annihilation. Enemies far greater than us are standing outside our gates. The Rebel Alliance are pose to attack in the west. In the East the Consortium are bidding their time. Ready to stab there dagger deep into our heart land," He said looking at every man and woman in the room. "Ask yourself can armor be as thick as cunning and wit? Can a pin be as sharp as a sword? Whatever path you take history will judge you accordingly. It time to choose armed or unarmed. Idealism or pragmatism. Death or dishonor."
The whole room was quite as everyone looked at each other. Thinking on what West had just said. Finally, someone said something. "And what do you propose we do?" They all turned to look at him awaiting his answer.
A wide grin came to his face as if he had been waiting for this. "There is only one thing we can do. You elect me as the new Emperor of the Galactic Empire." Mouth dropped as the several voices broke out in protect. Are you mad? Have you lost your mind? Why you? Was only some of the question that were thrownat him.
Raising his hand in to quite everyone down he continues. "To answer a few of your questions. No, I haven't lost my mind. Why me? I have thirty-five years of political experience and can handle the responsibility that comes with running the Empire. I also have the most to offer to the war that Admiral Anderson will be fighting. He has already given me his full support and that of his men to me." All eyes shifted to Anderson.
Anderson who hadn't moved, but was just as shocked as everyone else, but hadn't shown it. 'So that what you ment.' Making a quick choice nodded. "I have agreed with Senator West as we must be united if we ever wish to win this war."
"I agree as well" Someone said standing up.
"Me too," Another said. "None of us are as half as qualified as West is." Soon over half the room was in agreement and clapping. Only six didn't seem to quite agree at first, but after a bit most grudgingly accepted. "How will we tell the people?" Some asked after agreements and congratulations we're done.
"Tomorrow night we will have a party. It will a grand party that will be broadcast for all the Empire. We will tell them what has happened and then we will tell them that we haven't given up and we have found a new Emperor in me. Once that hopeful we can get any survivors to regroup with us so Grand Admiral Anderson can take the fight back to our enemies." West explained. "It will also be a goodbye party as our troops get ready for the long road." Agreement and murmurs started up as planning started going up.
Anderson then leaned down to West ear. "Thank you for the promotion my Emperor." He bowed. "But are you sure you want me to lead the war."
West smiled and nodded. "That exactly why I want you. You know your limits and will not let our old mistakes happen again. Plus, the men respect you. Take our Navy and make it better and stronger."
Anderson nodded and smiled. "Thank you, my Emperor. If you will please excuse me. I must make preparation." West nodded as he left as he turned back to his politics
Once in the elevator he pulled out his holo communicator and called Lawrence. "Lawrence here." He picked up.
"New order. All crew have the next 48-hour shore leave." He could almost see his bridge crew head turning to his hologram. "Also, I need someone to keep an eye on our Inquisitor friend so you need to invite her to a ball tomorrow. That an order Lt. try to have some fun." The look on his friend face was priceless as ended the call. He was going to get hell for that later, but for now it should keep her from killing anyone tomorrow. He then made another call to prison center.
A trooper picked up as he said. "I like you to let me talk to the prisoner." After a quick 'yes sir' and a few second her face came on his holo com. "Sorry to bother you so soon commander Anara, but I would like to offer you something. You see we are having a party tomorrow night and I'm giving all my men the night off. I would also like you invite you as my plus one to the event." He wanted to show her that the Empire was more than what most people thought they were. "If you agree the trooper will take you to find a reasonable outfit for the evening." He was more than confident that she wouldn't try anything in the middle of an Empireal battle stations. Plus, if she did run she had a tracker hidden on her that wouldn't let her hide. "I would like you the other side will you join me?"
Felt sighed as she finsiehd her report and leaned back closing her eyes. "Such a pain." she muttered as she relaxed into the chair. "The stress is getting to you. You should relax more." a voice called out and she opened her eyes. She looked over to the doorway of her cabin and say a glowing robed figure. "Don't startle me like that" she said as she leaned back in the chair but kept her eyes open this time.
"What do you want, its been awhile since any of you guys have shown up." She said turning the chair toward the person. "Yes well your iin quite a mess aren't you. You felt it, Palpatine is dead, the Empire is falling aprt as we speak. The Rebals have won." The figured said and Felt let out a sigh. "Of course I felt it and what do you want me to do? THe Rebels would kill me on sight once they find out who I am." she said staring at the figure.
"That is up to you to decided, I am just one of many that are bound to you, but remeber, it is a lot harder to kill you then it is other force users, plus you have a lot of knowledge that is useful to both sides." And with that the figure vanished. "Felt leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. "Being a Forcewalker is annoying sometimes." She muttering thinking what the ghost had said
His grip was formal and firm, no surprises there at all. She studied hi, during that short handshake, it seemed as if he were studying her at the same exact time. Each trying to gauge the other's reaction, each trying to predict the other's move.
She wasn't really a commander. Yes she commanded a flight, or what used to be, of X-Wings, but her wing-mates had been close friends before all of them had started flying the Wings. Sheand her friends did not go through any strict and formal training like Imperial soldiers. Instead they had learned on the go, and had bonded much closer together.
But if he wanted to call her that, she would not mind it for now.
It did lift a small burden off her chest once he explained about the pilot she had force-thrown across the hangar bay. Even though she had known she had reacted defensively, she still felt bad for the pilot. A punch back would have been a much better response as it was expected. Being force- thrown across the hangar bay? Not so expected.
Then the doors slid open, and a stormtrooper walked in. Anara had no idea where this ship would be arriving at, and knew that her captors would not tell her at all. After the stormtrooper walked back out, Admiral Anderson turned back to face her. Anara still felt that something was off about Imperials treating her this nice. She felt as if she was in some big ruse, but could not do anything but play along with the ruse.
As to giving the guards trouble, that would be hard. She was locked inside a room, no vision whatsoever to what was outside the room. OH well, nothing else really to do except lay on the bed and take a nap.
Anderson noted that her hand shank was firm. Clearly from someone who worked for a living and knew hardship. He respected that in people in the rebel, most impearl officer were handed command because of the rank in society. Not the rebels they learn thought hardship and year of training. That why whenever he ran into them he was always on high alert. There portion made them unpotable as well as loose cannon. They had killed a lot of people because of that thought. Like his wife.
“A pleaser to meet you Commander Jenkinsv.” Her apology made the smile a little. “The only injury to her is her pride. You manage to shoot down two of her pilot and throw her across he own ship. She more mad then injury. At herself not at you.” A small knock came on the door.
“Sir we will be arriving shortly,” The voice called. “Thank you trooper,” he called back as her turned back to Jenkinsv. “It seem I must be going. Please do refrain from giving your guards trouble. I would like your time with us to be short and painless as possible for both side. You will be fed three time a day and if you follow the rule laid out I will see about getting you something to entertain yourself while here.” With that he left.
Lawrens waited for him outside the cell. “How did it go,” he asked as the both started walking toward the bright. “As well as you can hope,” Anderson replied. “I learned what I need too.”
“And that being?” Lawrens asked.
“She a pilot named Anara Jenkins she most likely in her twenty grew up in the outer rim. Mostly lost a parent or both her parents to one of the number of invasion the empire did in the early years of the empire. She confused most likely never has been captured before and has other never had train on it or very little. However she not afraid she has hope that she will be saved.” Anderson said not one braking stride.
“I hate when you do that,” Lawrens said. “Look into someone like that it creep” He remember his own first time meeting Anderson. He had gotten almost everything right about him but his age.
“Sorry but knowing if half the battle.” Anderson nodded as the enter the elevator. “Anyways what our states.
“Most of the injured has stabilized. We are only a few minutes from jumping form hyperspace to our friendly space station. The Governors wish to call a meeting and want you there and lastly the Inquisitor is try to send out a message to her higher up about you not handing over the Jedi.”
“Let her,” he said shrugging. “We haven’t been able to get ahold of any one in the core world for months I doughty she can either. And even so who can they send out to deal with me most fleet are fight each other. No one will come.”
“Still why not just hand her over to the Inquisitor?”
“Because the Lady would never allow me…”
“Dam what your religion say captain. The Inquisitor get what they want one way or another. I don’t want to see you get killed over a single Jedi prisoner.” Lawrens interrupted. “I understand I don’t trust Inquisitor ether but better that girl then you.”
Anderson should his head slowly. “I understand your concern but as long as I’m in a power to I will not let thought under my command or under my protection be harmed. That includes that girl. The Lady demands I follow my code.”
Just then the elevator stop and they were on the bright. “Sir we are just coming out of Hyperspace we will be docking within the next ten minutes.”
“Good let get the wound off loaded. I will be gone for a while so Lt. Lawrens will be in charge while I’m gone.” A course of roger and understood filled his ears as the star destroy came out of hyperspace.
Felt glares at the Admiral. "YOur wrong. An Inquisitor take command when a FOrce sensitive is involed but I'll play your game." She said as he walked away back to her ship. Upon making it onboard she turned to one of her droids. "File a report, Admiral Anderson breaking regulations. Denying an Inquisitor access to a Force sensitive against the oders of the Emperor himself." she said and closed the hatch before walking to the cabin and sitting down in her chair.
"If this blows up in his face it will be his fault not mine." she muttered as she picked up a datapad and started writing down her report.
The person, nameless for the time being, who walked in was some high ranking person within the Imperial navy. The dull grey uniform, quite a boring color, with the numerous red and blue framed by white being the only color on an otherwise colorless uniform. The hair was grey, but by the face it seemed as if this person had been through many a situation.
She watched his every move, which had not been particularly interesting. Until now, when he picked up the embossed coin near his feet and studied it before giving it back to her. Her face for a short time twisted into confusion before being replaced by an impassive face. But still, internally she was still questioning whether this was one big ruse or not.
And then it was silent. Nothing. Just the two of them looking at each other. Just as boring as the dull grey color on his uniform.
But then the silence was broken. THe nameless person became a person with a name, John Anderson, as well as who, an Admiral of the twelfth Imperial Fleet; the Empire couldn't have too many of those remaining after the recent fights.
But Anara still distrusted him, every instinct told her to not listen to his words. And besides, every person was an animal in some sort of way. This all had to be a show, to gain her confidence and trust. She was not going to be any part of this 'show'.
But unfortunately, she didn't have a choice. She did not like this 'show' at all, but she'd have to partcipate in this. Although, there still was a good possibility in taking over the 'show'.
Taking off her pilots gloves, [+purple "My name is Anara Jenkins"]. She extended her hand into a handshake, and decided that an apology would not hurt either. [+purple "And I am sorry about making your pilot fly outside her Tie Fighter. I hope they are not hurt too badly."]
Admiral Anderson looked Felt up and down. He distrust Inquisitors, most officers did as most of the time they showed up someone died. “I’m sorry Inquisitor but the Jedi falls under my jurisdiction under code 7862. My ship has a hunter squad so we have the fully capable of holding a Jedi for any extended period of time.” Anderson knew this was going to be an answer she wasn’t going to like, as Inquisitors hated being told no. He had dealt with Inquisitors before but never enjoyed it. Once even Lawrence had to kill an Inquisitor after the Inquisitor tried to attack Anderson. No one had expected this and the report had made it sound like the Inquisitor was a traitor, and had tried to kill the crew.
“I know you don’t work under the Imperial Navy, so you don’t answer to me nor do I answer to you as you are not an officer. However my pilot captured them alive so I will deal with them as I see fit.” His voice was calm, cool even. The voice of a man that felt like he was in control. “As you can tell my fleet isn’t that large. I’m in charge of three sectors and only have eight ships to hold the line. The Emperor is dead and the Navy is scattered. We are working with the local governments to trying to restore some order. As for you two I can’t ask you to stay and risk your lives however, I could really use your assents in the coming battles. I’ll give you time to think about it. Know please excuse me as I have other duty to attend to.” And with that Anderson stood up and left.
After check up on some of his men he headed do to the holding cells. Four men stood outside the cell that the Jedi was in. Three of them where Stormtrooper and the forth was Lawrence. He was just standing there watching the door. All of them snapped to attention as he walked up. “At ease I here to talk with our guest.” He said as the Stormtrooper stepped out of the way. Lawrence handed him a small device as he step through the door.
The room was small, only having enough room for at three prisoner. Walking in Anderson noticed that the prisoner was laying on the floor. A small emblem was also lay at his feet. Bending down he picked it up and studied it for a moment. He handed it back and noted her reaction. He didn’t say anything for about ten minute and just watched her. Finally he said “Hello my name Is John Anderson Admiral of the 12 Imperial fleet.” He said it as they were meeting at a party not a cell. “I’m sorry for any discomfort you may have felt before from my second in command.” He held up to shocking collar controller that Lawrence had handed him. He then dropped it and crushed in under his boot. “I don’t know what the rebels have told you about us but we aren’t animals. We will not harm you while you are under my care. However please refrain from using any of your force power while on my ship. My second in command distrust any force user. Also before you say anything the guard outside are necessary to keep you save from some of my other guest.” With that he gave a charming small. “May I have the pleaser of knowing your name?”
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