It was cold. Too cold. The Room was big. Not big enough. Even if the room was empty, the topic that the Knight's Obsidian had to face would still have filled it, and more. Kids being kidnapped right out of their own homes, no traces, no bodies, nothing. Impossible, everything left some clue. The Archivists had found that clue, they were taken to another dimension. That seemed even more absurd. Travelling to another dimension. It was impossible, it had to be. This had to be the latest trick by the Confederacy's leaders to try and get the Knight's Obsidian to lighten up. Either way, the Executor had to see it through, joke or not. The costs would've been too great to fake the back stories, records, everything. The kids weren't a joke.
He paid no attention to the speech, as soon as he walked into the room, he pushed his way through the crowd, which was relatively easy. Given he was eight foot something, and not exactly a stick. He put his name down, one of the first four. It still seemed crazy. Infact, it was crazy how he just put his name down for this, how optional it was. The whole thing seemed crazy. Travelling to another dimension, I mean, it made sense for it to be optional, especially with the high risk. The other dimension seemed crazy, always snowing, always freezing. The pathways to it were completely unrelated, a candle, a drop blood, and a tear. No amount of explaining could convince him they were all relevant to the next dimension.
He spent most of the time sitting in a corner, paying the speech no attention, just thinking. He wasn't in a relationship with anybody, he didn't plan to be in one. Despite the comment a female he didn't remember the name of had made of him. Something about most females would love him, an eight foot, muscular, Sith Lord, Mandalorian. He didn't take too much note of it. But thinking about it, he looked around, a few people were passing glances at him, some were staring, but nobody was drooling over him, from what he could see atleast. A decent half of the people in the room were wearing helmets or masks of some kind. He turned his head back down, thinking.
The only relationship that he ever had, that meant anything to him, was with his baby Ouroboros Krayt Dragon. The she-devil he'd named Lilo, and nicknamed Dawn, because that's when she liked to wake him up. As soon as you could see light. It was hard to believe he got any sleep, with when he went to bed, and when he woke up. She was cute, and damn near crushed him half the time. Apparently he was her favourite bed, not the actual bed he slept on. No, no, he had to learn to sleep with a big scaly puppy sleeping on him.
He looked around again, trying to find anybody he recognised. As if on cue, the speaker announced the leader of the mission, Madalena Antares (Scherezade deWinter). He remembered the name from the Fall of the Fortressa. He looked around, and saw her face, enough to trigger a few memories from the battle. He remembered seeing her on the security camera, which reminded him of the four Commandos that had pinned him in there. He was then reminded of the path they carved together, the paths they carved without each other. The fight was glorious, droids were so easy to cute through. Barely any inconsistency, like the bones, flesh, muscles, etc that organics possessed. He remembered her doing some short of super force power, destroying an entire room, he remembered how he watched her get thrown into the reactor by a giant droid, how he thought she would be dead from the impact.
He then remembered how he saved her from the reactor falling on her. He could call it even though, she'd saved him with her super force power, in theory, and he'd saved her, in theory. He was still trying to figure out what would've happened if he hadn't held onto the reactor for her to get out from it. She was more than a capable Knight, she was an excellent Knight. He stretched his left arm, cracking it. It was dislocated during the fight with the boss droid, but it was healing, he was healing. He wasn't entirely sure whether or not he should go to another dimension so soon after the battle. But then again, his doctor hadn't exactly said 'No inter-dimensional travel for a month.'
The speech had ended while he was reminiscing on history. He got up, his armour ran a systems check, turning up green signals, everything at 100%. He'd got a new set of armour after the Fortressa, his old one had been bashed up pretty good, and his sabers had stopped working too. So, he built two new ones. They took the same shape and style as the old ones, crimson blades, roughly standard Knights Obsidian design, slightly modified. But, the main difference was that they had two blades, not like a dual saber, more like Exar Kun's lightsaber. A single bladed hilt, with two blades in it. It had taken him a while to complete, and get used to, but it'd worked. Said lightsabers were on his belt, clipped on.
He started walking around, looking for people to talk to. Deep down, he knew something would go wrong in the mission, he didn't know what, or how. But he just knew it would. He had a bad feeling about this.