Progflaw99
Well-Known Member
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Dosuun, Local Space
FIV Wrath, Primary Bridge
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Not so long ago he had been the arbiter of a similar scene, the images flashing before his eyes as he stood aboard the polished deck of the Wrath's command bridge. His damn collar itched, the classic gray Moff's uniform fitting just a hair snugger than it had a few months ago. *Really have to cut back on the take away.* he mused. The dry humor was the only way to lessen the tension visible along the man's jawline. A lot had happened since that day in Avalonia Square, that horrid moment in time. Somehow this felt worse. He should have seen it coming. Intelligence was his forte, his responsibility and yet somehow he had missed the signs. Fear. An almost foreign concept, so far removed he had been from true fear for so long. Replaced by concern, worry, and thoughts of the next day. No, this fear cut deeper, to his very soul. When he had been summoned to the Wrath Moff Calgar had felt a chill shoot down his spine. Once on the Supreme Leader's good side, he no longer could be sure of his position. He had but one saving grace - the treason had not been due to his indescretion. No, that laid firmly at the feet of his subordinate. Director Shepard.
Cold blue eyes peered out from his position slightly left and abreast of the Grand Moff. It seemed all of the senior leadership had been summoned - sans the obvious. Those fortunate souls had eluded the First Order's grasp, escaping with their lives. The others wouldn't be so fortunate, that much was clear. Lined up shoulder to shoulder upon the pristine deck plating were several officers, officials, even a few enlisted. Some of them Dante knew, others he couldn't place. *Don't lock your knees.* he reminded himself, gently wiggling his toes inside the Minister's polished boots. The silence was deafening.
Nothing but the hum of the Wrath's environmental systems and the occasional hum of electronics permeated the cool of the Bridge. Every breath was shallow, every nerve on edge. Those gathered knew why they were here, those standing shoulder to shoulder knew what fate would befall them. It was only a matter of when. They wouldn't have much longer to wait. A furtive glance of his peripherals revealed a similar drawn expression painted across her delicate features. A sudden instinct to say something, to do something came over him - but what? Though he wasn't the slightest bit sensitive to the Force, he did as most humans do. *Everything will be alright. Take it moment to moment. Don't think more than a minute ahead, don't think more than six seconds ahead.* An old soldier's mantra, forcibly echoed in his mind and though he knew it was futile projected towards the Grand Moff.
This time it wasn't Dante tasked with carrying out the Supreme Leader's justice. Whom was yet unknown, even to him. A shuffle at the turbolift towards the rear of the bridge suggested they didn't have long to wait.
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