Sven sat in his office on his refitted Imperius class Star Destroyer Decaying Corruption, in front of him sat half a dozen unsigned papers barely covered up by a small holo-display in front of him. The former assassin stared directly ahead of himself, completely ignoring the papers and the display and sort of staring off into space. He had been sitting like this for quite a while, it turned out that being a Moff was actually quite harder than he had expected, especially since he was basically running the sector he had been placed in charge of.
Being a Moff was surprisingly bureaucratic, mostly what Sven did now a days was signing papers and reading different memos. It was all rather boring, though there was mixed excitement at certain times. He was staring ahead in his office completely ignoring his work because finally he had somewhat snapped. The Dreadlord's son had reached his end, he had signed papers, read memo's, and yelled at junior officers. His time in this office was done, and he decided to get out of here.
All of a sudden Sven stood up nearly flipping his desk in the process and sending dozens of papers flying away. Immediately the young Moff ran out of his large office and into the hall. He had to find something else to do or else he was quite literally going to shoot someone.
Sven rushed from the office and immediately headed towards the bridge, hoping there he would find something to do. The young Moff had been put in charge of Sector twelve, it was a sector of Imperial space that directly bordered the Mandalorians, the Empires once great foe. Because of this Sven was in charge of perhaps the largest portion of the Imperial fleet, or at least the largest standby feet. For the first week of his job Sven actually had to deal with fleet deployments along the border. That had been quite amusing, though it had taken little time.
Finally Sven reached the bridge, he walked up to the captain of his ship a smile on his face. The Captain turned around and found Sven walking towards him. The man greeted the Dreadlord's son warmly, all of Sven's troops did. The Young Moff was somewhat of a legend with his underlings, to them he was amazing. At the age of 22 he was a Moff of the Empire, to them that was utterly amazing. In their minds Sven had to be amazing in one way or another to reach such a position in close time. Of course they were right, but he didn't let them know that just yet. “Captain, got anything for me?”
“No my lord. I'm afraid its all quiet across the sector.”
The Captain answered him almost immediately with a slight shake of his head. Sven slumped slightly at the news, he really needed to find something to do or he would go mad.
Being a Moff was surprisingly bureaucratic, mostly what Sven did now a days was signing papers and reading different memos. It was all rather boring, though there was mixed excitement at certain times. He was staring ahead in his office completely ignoring his work because finally he had somewhat snapped. The Dreadlord's son had reached his end, he had signed papers, read memo's, and yelled at junior officers. His time in this office was done, and he decided to get out of here.
All of a sudden Sven stood up nearly flipping his desk in the process and sending dozens of papers flying away. Immediately the young Moff ran out of his large office and into the hall. He had to find something else to do or else he was quite literally going to shoot someone.
Sven rushed from the office and immediately headed towards the bridge, hoping there he would find something to do. The young Moff had been put in charge of Sector twelve, it was a sector of Imperial space that directly bordered the Mandalorians, the Empires once great foe. Because of this Sven was in charge of perhaps the largest portion of the Imperial fleet, or at least the largest standby feet. For the first week of his job Sven actually had to deal with fleet deployments along the border. That had been quite amusing, though it had taken little time.
Finally Sven reached the bridge, he walked up to the captain of his ship a smile on his face. The Captain turned around and found Sven walking towards him. The man greeted the Dreadlord's son warmly, all of Sven's troops did. The Young Moff was somewhat of a legend with his underlings, to them he was amazing. At the age of 22 he was a Moff of the Empire, to them that was utterly amazing. In their minds Sven had to be amazing in one way or another to reach such a position in close time. Of course they were right, but he didn't let them know that just yet. “Captain, got anything for me?”
“No my lord. I'm afraid its all quiet across the sector.”
The Captain answered him almost immediately with a slight shake of his head. Sven slumped slightly at the news, he really needed to find something to do or he would go mad.
