LOCATION: On the Move
Level: A Officer's Row
Dust and cobwebs bathed the archaic ship's ventilation shafts that snaked through the mighty vessel like an obscure labyrinth, traversing through every known and unknown level and emptying out into almost every secure staple of the Star Destroyer's vast enterprise of real estate. Dull thuds echoed with the fast paced movement, leaving the cell block and heading towards the bow of the ship, raising two levels to the primary upper levels. Arachnid like movements skittered through the metallic passageway transformed from the bipedal arrangement of hands and feet to offer a deeper freedom of movement and design. Benefiting from the principal of non-sentient insects he'd watched his friend devour on endless nights on planets like Raxus Prime. It was certainly an efficient way of travel when in enclosed spaces. On occasion the magnetic pull of his limbs clutched to the durasteel panels to draw him up a slope without which he'd of had to tear into the metal itself.
Soon, below his frame, a set of serrated shards of light ripped through the vent ahead, pouring the artificial light into the shaft. Movements slowed and finally paused, allowing a vantage point below. The somewhat dimly lit gray and white interior was taken in, watching in earnest as nothing moved below. No shadows flickered across the walls, and not a single sentient stirred. Computer panels littered the canvas of the wall scene. Boasting several large chairs, and array of tables where meetings could take place. Striking the panel with his right hand, the vent lid bent outwards and then ripped free from it's frame, slamming to the ground and clattering till silence once again reigned. Moments later, the form of Nazo dropped from the ventilation shaft and struck the ground in a crouch with one hand splayed to the floor. His robes billowed about his frame coming to rest until he slowly regained the bipedal formation and rose to his height of seven feet. Layers of dust and debris coated his frame and smeared over the porcelain like mask atop his head. A mirror like reflection to his right caught the image, and Nazo approached in silence. The tilt of his head offered a curious pose until the sleeve of his robe was used as a make-shift cloth and cleaned up the presentation of his facade.
The Officer's row was normally used for high level military meetings, including a large round table in the center of the room black as midnight raised at the north end of the room, while the lower trench around the meeting table was where the computer stations remained. A command console faced the majority of the room in a tri-fold display just below where he had entered from above. A survey of the room offered himself little interest save for the feint blinking light of a functional panel upon the display. It was out-dated tech to be certain, but still functional, and it had one purpose. While inspecting the panel, his left hand absently struck out, calling the metal grate he'd ripped free to his palm. Manipulating the magnetic properties to call the piece of discarded durasteel to his grasp. Drawing in more metal nutrients from the molecules of the structure, Nazo peered every closer to the panel and struck a single button with his right index. The button lit up a dull red, and the microphone system came to life. Without the Force, Nazo had no way to properly communicate to anyone without being able to physically interact. Thus, the message sent out would not be something immediately understood, but it certainly would catch the attention of everyone on board.
SCREEEEEEEEEECH!
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH!
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!
The ghastly sound of metal on metal tearing across each surface, amplified by the billowing and archaic PA system echoed into every hall, every corridor, the hangars, private rooms, elevators, and everywhere else on the ship where those speakers were installed. Painful ear-bleeding sounds ripped though the speakers while Nazo dragged his digits sharply across the grated durasteel, letting the terrible sound reach each and every person that had been placed within the Destroyer for this contest. One of the most grating sounds in the Galaxy broadcast for everyone to enjoy before the system went dead with another press of his digit to the red button. The now blackened piece of destroyed and damaged grating was tossed over his shoulder, clattering to the ground while he started his exit of the Officer's Row and towards his next destination.