WAYWARD SOUL: FIRESPRAY 31-CLASS ASSAULT AND PATROL CRAFT: HYPERSPACE EN ROUTE TO CORUSCANT, ETA 35 HOURS, 26 MINUTES, AND 23 SECONDS.
As I enter the mess hall I see him sitting there with that dog-like creature sitting next to him, chewing on a very large bone. It's not much of a mess hall, actually, more of a tight space between his prisoner bunks and his training area. A humble little kitchenette. He's got that helmet of his, shaped like the dog-thing's skull, opened before him on the table, tools and various components splayed out in front of him.
"So.. whats on the menu?" I ask.
"Sorry about the cramped space. We don't actually have too much in the way of cuisine here. I keep it simple." He offers me a steaming bowl of some kind of mush. It smells like fruits and nuts. I take a spoonful.
"Not bad," I say.
"Military rations. I mix them with some of my own stores. Nothing special, but it keeps the energy up. Scratch here prefers meat, though." The pet perks up at the sound of its name. Smart, I think to myself. I finish the mush and realize its actually pretty filling.
"Thank you. I hope you don't mind if I just get to the point and ask why you joined Luke Skywalker?" I ask, looking at his face.
He finishes installing what looks like the helmet's filtration system, and looks up at me. "Because Skywalker's a good man. He believes in this cause of his...the restoration of galactic peace. He just needs help to temper his...judgement."
"What are his plans anyway?" I ask as he begins removing the seals around the polarized macrobinocular plate.
"I told you...he wants to restore peace to a war-torn galaxy. A noble quest, if you ask me." The twi'lek seems distant, masking himself in his work. He knows his armor intimately, and it gives him comfort now.
"Why is he doing this?" I ask. He seems to pause a moment, gathering himself in the force, intent on smoothing out the little ripples of annoyance. He's good at hiding himself, very good.
Calm once again, he looks up at me, "Peace. It's that simple. Look, I know his methods are...counterproductive to what say...the Rebel Alliance...intended to do. I'm sure that the last thing anyone wanted was another power hungry despot...Skywalker included. Sometimes such things are necessary." He looks back down at his helmet, and replaces the new visor plate, expertly applying new seals to his strange helmet.
"What are you planning to do?" I ask, watching him intently as he completes the last of his helmet modifications.
"My job. I am the Imperial Order's High Inquisitor. I am Overlord Skywalker's right hand. I will help him restore peace to this galaxy. He will help keep safe what I hold dear." He puts on his helmet and looks at me with that eerie skull-like face.
"Where do I fit in and what can I do?" I ask.
______________________________________________________________THE IMPERIAL ORDER'S PEACEKEEPER FLEET FLAGSHIP "OVERLORD'S SHADOW," VADER-CLASS ASSAULT DESTROYER http://www.eve-wiki.net/images/a/a1/Nyx1.png: ORBIT OVER CORUSCANT.
"Yes as a matter of fact I have. Your presence is an honor. Now I wish to speak with you about joining this finely established, and might I add, disciplined military you run. But somewhere less crowded"
Overlord Skywalker looks at his recently arrived guest.
<Interesting...> He thinks <I sense the dark side is strong in him. I must be careful. I'm not sure what his intentions are.>
Lt. Farr, having just completed a conversation over the comm, looks at Overlord Skywalker, "Apologies, m'lord. I've just been informed that Inquisitor Jinn has left this vessel and is en route to the rendezvous with your spy."
Skywalker's gaze never leaves the Kaleesh's eyes, "Have Inquisitor Jinn arrange to station himself aboard the Intimidator, once Commander Paret arrives at the rendezvous point as well."
"Of course, Overlord Skywalker." Lt. Farr salutes and at a wave of Skywalker's hand, exits the hanger with a squad of Peacekeeper's in tow.
Overlord Skywalker looks at Hisuke, "This way please." His dark robes flow like they are caught in a wind as he turns and the two, accompanied by a Peacekeeper escort, make their way through the vessel's halls, passing Peacekeepers engaged in all sorts of ship related activity.
"You aren't the first to seek me out. Feel free to speak openly on board my ship. You have nothing to fear."
"Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn, Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu."