Post by Jacen Darxtryder on Jul 9, 2008 0:58:46 GMT -4
There was no sound that could be heard from inside the cockpit of The Retaliator as Craygen's sleek, stealth vessel came to a landing. Jumping up from the Pilot's seat, he turned and headed out of the cockpit area, through the conference room and down to the entrance ramp. Pressing a button on a side panel at the edge of the ramp, a hissing noise came forth as the hydraulics for the ramp slowly let down all the way to the ground. Walking out he saw the Queen and the rest of the Royal Court ready to board. "Welcome to The Retaliator" He said, pride resounding in his voice as he bowed in mock respect.
Seemingly without a reply, the Queen boarded first, followed by the Governor and the Queen's Handmaidens. Walking around to the side of his large, U-shaped vessel he threw back his hood as he watched the cargo hold being loaded. So they're going to put a homing beacon on my ship, eh? That's one more thing I'll have to discuss with the Queen. Craygen thought, his left arm propping up his right arm, while his hand rubbed his chin. Then, as the sound of fast moving gears and the sight of the closing cargo hatch came to his attention, he turned back and nonchalantly walked up the entrance ramp and into the conference room, where the Queen sat at the one end of the table, flanked on either side by two handmaidens seated at her right and two seated off to her left. The Governor, had chosen to stand beside the Queen.
Craygen took off his outer black cloak, revealing his shiny black-silver body armor and sat down at the head of the Table, some fifteen feet away from the Queen and her entourage. Closing his eyes for a moment, he reached out with the force to his navcomputer to initiate pre-flight checks. "Now then, I believe there is some business to attend to, first..." Craygen started, looking the queen directly in the eyes as he leaned onto the table, wrapping his left hand around his right, which was loosely clenched into a fist.
Before he could finish, he was cut off by the Queen who interrupted him. "First, you will tell me what our destination is and why we are leaving." The Queen boldly stated, interrupting Craygen in mid-sentence. She may have been young, but behind her naive looking face and chestnut colored hair, there was a certain leadership quality that she possessed which caught Craygen off-guard somewhat.
With a quick tap to his gauntlet, a panel jumped out from inside the table right in front of Craygen. With the push of a button, the hologram of a planet burst out from the center of the table. "Our destination is Corellia, and there you will meet with my master and the Leader of the Great Sith Empire, Lord Tiberian. As I stated before in the Throne room on Theed, you will be discussing the future of your planet and how the Sith Empire can best serve it's newest addition." Craygen replied, sensing anger, fear and confusion all inside the young Queen's mind. "And now if you'll all follow me to the cockpit, we'll be taking off shortly." He continued, using the force to pull his cloak back on as he stood up.
***
A few minutes later, The Retaliator boomed out of Naboo's atmosphere and hit light-speed. Spinning his seat around, Craygen addressed his passengers, "We should be to Corellia in about 0200 hours. I am sure you are tired, feel free to rest in the cabins, which can easily be found by taking a left when you exit the cockpit." Craygen said, waiting for his passengers to leave.
The handmaidens and the Governor seemed all too eager to jump out of their seats. However, as they departed, the Queen remained seated, intently looking at Craygen. "You must be elated to be signing my death warrant, Darth." she said, folding her hands in her lap and crossing her legs.
"I would only be too happy if it were at all possible. Lord Tiberian is bringing about a New Order one in which you will find that the Sith are not a bunch of squabbling and bloodthirsty Hssiss'" Craygen replied, his eyes locked with the Queen's.
"I'm surprised to hear such talk of peace and order from the mouth of one who is known as the Angel of Death." The Queen retorted, with an edge to her voice.
"You should be grateful that it is not I who is Dark Lord of the Sith, Tiberian or no, we both know that every breath you take is one breath more I have allowed you to breathe. There have been a few 'accidental deaths' when I've transported leaders before. Would you really want the Governor to plead your planet's case before it's new Emperor?" Craygen replied, his gaze becoming dark, showing himself for who he really was.
"It takes one who is insecure and unsure of who he is to give himself so freely to evil." The Queen said, taking a deep breath. "I for one doubt that you are truly devoted to the Sith." She continued, raising an eyebrow.
"That is where you're wrong, do not forget that it was I who wiped out your entire legion of Elite forces or that it was I who took your castle singlehandedly, showing no mercy to the guards even when they begged for their lives." Craygen said, applying somewhat of a dark edge to his voice.
"As does every other general in a time of war. There have been respected Jedi who have been known to do more heinous crimes than you performed during the battle." The Queen rebutted, leaning back into her chair and folding her hands behind her head. "Yes, deep down, I can sense that you are confused and always have been confused. You don't truly know who you are." She ended, rocking back and forth slightly.
"There has never been confusion, conflict or any of these desires as you speak of. All I have ever known is the Sith, and it is all I ever intend to know of. Now, be gone, your presence wounds me." Craygen retorted, with a distinct angry tone within his voice.
Getting up, the Queen exited and calmly walked away towards her room. Probing into her mind once more, Craygen no longer felt the fear or anger that had been there before. He almost wondered if it had ever been there. It was another confusing inconvenience that seemed to be mounting. I will have to speak with Tiberian about this he thought, connecting the Queen's words to the vision he'd had earlier in the reactor back on Naboo. Rising up from his seat, he left the cockpit and took the right hallway into his meditation room where he sat to clear his mind.
Seemingly without a reply, the Queen boarded first, followed by the Governor and the Queen's Handmaidens. Walking around to the side of his large, U-shaped vessel he threw back his hood as he watched the cargo hold being loaded. So they're going to put a homing beacon on my ship, eh? That's one more thing I'll have to discuss with the Queen. Craygen thought, his left arm propping up his right arm, while his hand rubbed his chin. Then, as the sound of fast moving gears and the sight of the closing cargo hatch came to his attention, he turned back and nonchalantly walked up the entrance ramp and into the conference room, where the Queen sat at the one end of the table, flanked on either side by two handmaidens seated at her right and two seated off to her left. The Governor, had chosen to stand beside the Queen.
Craygen took off his outer black cloak, revealing his shiny black-silver body armor and sat down at the head of the Table, some fifteen feet away from the Queen and her entourage. Closing his eyes for a moment, he reached out with the force to his navcomputer to initiate pre-flight checks. "Now then, I believe there is some business to attend to, first..." Craygen started, looking the queen directly in the eyes as he leaned onto the table, wrapping his left hand around his right, which was loosely clenched into a fist.
Before he could finish, he was cut off by the Queen who interrupted him. "First, you will tell me what our destination is and why we are leaving." The Queen boldly stated, interrupting Craygen in mid-sentence. She may have been young, but behind her naive looking face and chestnut colored hair, there was a certain leadership quality that she possessed which caught Craygen off-guard somewhat.
With a quick tap to his gauntlet, a panel jumped out from inside the table right in front of Craygen. With the push of a button, the hologram of a planet burst out from the center of the table. "Our destination is Corellia, and there you will meet with my master and the Leader of the Great Sith Empire, Lord Tiberian. As I stated before in the Throne room on Theed, you will be discussing the future of your planet and how the Sith Empire can best serve it's newest addition." Craygen replied, sensing anger, fear and confusion all inside the young Queen's mind. "And now if you'll all follow me to the cockpit, we'll be taking off shortly." He continued, using the force to pull his cloak back on as he stood up.
***
A few minutes later, The Retaliator boomed out of Naboo's atmosphere and hit light-speed. Spinning his seat around, Craygen addressed his passengers, "We should be to Corellia in about 0200 hours. I am sure you are tired, feel free to rest in the cabins, which can easily be found by taking a left when you exit the cockpit." Craygen said, waiting for his passengers to leave.
The handmaidens and the Governor seemed all too eager to jump out of their seats. However, as they departed, the Queen remained seated, intently looking at Craygen. "You must be elated to be signing my death warrant, Darth." she said, folding her hands in her lap and crossing her legs.
"I would only be too happy if it were at all possible. Lord Tiberian is bringing about a New Order one in which you will find that the Sith are not a bunch of squabbling and bloodthirsty Hssiss'" Craygen replied, his eyes locked with the Queen's.
"I'm surprised to hear such talk of peace and order from the mouth of one who is known as the Angel of Death." The Queen retorted, with an edge to her voice.
"You should be grateful that it is not I who is Dark Lord of the Sith, Tiberian or no, we both know that every breath you take is one breath more I have allowed you to breathe. There have been a few 'accidental deaths' when I've transported leaders before. Would you really want the Governor to plead your planet's case before it's new Emperor?" Craygen replied, his gaze becoming dark, showing himself for who he really was.
"It takes one who is insecure and unsure of who he is to give himself so freely to evil." The Queen said, taking a deep breath. "I for one doubt that you are truly devoted to the Sith." She continued, raising an eyebrow.
"That is where you're wrong, do not forget that it was I who wiped out your entire legion of Elite forces or that it was I who took your castle singlehandedly, showing no mercy to the guards even when they begged for their lives." Craygen said, applying somewhat of a dark edge to his voice.
"As does every other general in a time of war. There have been respected Jedi who have been known to do more heinous crimes than you performed during the battle." The Queen rebutted, leaning back into her chair and folding her hands behind her head. "Yes, deep down, I can sense that you are confused and always have been confused. You don't truly know who you are." She ended, rocking back and forth slightly.
"There has never been confusion, conflict or any of these desires as you speak of. All I have ever known is the Sith, and it is all I ever intend to know of. Now, be gone, your presence wounds me." Craygen retorted, with a distinct angry tone within his voice.
Getting up, the Queen exited and calmly walked away towards her room. Probing into her mind once more, Craygen no longer felt the fear or anger that had been there before. He almost wondered if it had ever been there. It was another confusing inconvenience that seemed to be mounting. I will have to speak with Tiberian about this he thought, connecting the Queen's words to the vision he'd had earlier in the reactor back on Naboo. Rising up from his seat, he left the cockpit and took the right hallway into his meditation room where he sat to clear his mind.
