Topic: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)
A red light flashes on the dash of Slave I,
warning of the completion of the hyperjump.
The creature sitting in the captain's chair is a human,
though few people living actually know that for a fact.
He wakes from something closer to meditation than sleep.
His hands move with precision to retake manual control.
It has been done so many times that he is nearly automatic.
It's time to go to work for the most notorius hunter known.
The vessel re-enters real space as the lines become points,
and the T-shaped visor moves slightly to watch the scanner.
Too early, but not by much, and always better than too late.
Time to take up a position at the far side of the third moon.
Scanners set to passive, awaiting the beacon from his quarry.
There it comes, announcing fear well ahead of a hastened flight.
Why do any of them persist in running from this unmatched man.
It's always an exercise in futility to resist him, by flight or fight.
With more markings on his armor than an astromech can count,
this huntsman has gained more experience than others imagine.
Raised first by his father, he inherited the trade and all it's tools.
After a battle took his father, Count Dooku himself finished him.
Just before finishing their calculations,
with no apparent sign of the hound on them,
the fugitives relax with a rising optimism.
They are nearly clear of the gravity well.
They never had any chance, of course, not in the battered old tug they chose.
Slave I launches like an silent owl from it's concealment of the night side.
The fools break away from their vector in a blind panic, but quickly lose the race.
The hunter fires the heavy cannons of his angled police cruiser at their ion drive.
The vessel's engines are hit and shut down from the sharpshooter's keen targeting.
It's a level of skill that only a handful of beings in the galaxy can lay claim to.
It's a common practise for this secretly force-sensitive but untrained dark-sider.
And it's only one of too many reasons that he's respected by even Lord Darth Vader.
WWJD - What Would Jango Do?