Cameron's hands clenched on the armrests of his chair out of irritation. The Daisya Infiltrator glided smoothly through the upper atmosphere of...
"What's the name of this planet again? Imaholyen?"
The spacecraft commander politely corrected the Sith Lord. "Imahalyan, Mi'lord."
"Right. Play the recording again." There was no response from the flight crew as the holographic image of [member="Stardust Raxis"] appeared over a small projector on the right arm of Cameron's command chair. Silver-green eyes watched as the twi'lek form extended her clipped invitation, stating it was necessary to the stability of Imawhatchcallit. Cameron's initial desire had been to simply ignore the message, happy to be done with the domestic affairs of a fringe world of the First Order. He'd thought better of that - better to keep the pseudo-government leader happy and in line, so he had decided to send a small contingent of soldiers. Then...he realized that required paperwork, red-tape, and more importantly a historical trail of the action. The last thing he needed was for Stardust to lead First Order soldiers on some ill-advised genocide campaign.
If she chose to wipe out the people of Imaholylolly of her own accord, by her own hand, that was one thing. A thing that the First Order could later prosecute and summarily execute her for should she step out of line. The end result was...Cameron acquiesced to the request. The involvement of Lord Centurion would reach no official records...none that couldn't be easily purged. So here he was...the physical embodiment of Grand Moff [member="Natasi Fortan"]'s will and desire to keep the government functioning in lock-step with whatever overarching plan she had for the sprawling empire.
It was another twenty minutes before the alien-looking spacecraft settled under cloak into a private courtyard of the palace. Upon landing, the cloak had been deactivated, shocking a number of servants in the vicinity at the sudden materialization. The more savvy servants had realized that the downwash from invisible repulsors could have only meant one thing. Moments later, Cameron Centurion descended the loading ramp alone. A leather hilt protruded slightly from his dark blue and gray cloak that was open at the front, revealing and uncovered upper torso adorned in shifting sith tatoos. The hood of the cloak obscured most of Cameron's facial features, but silver-green eyes burned brightly beneath the veil of darkness.
No words left the Sith Lord's lips. Similarly - none really tried to speak to him as he swept through the corridors. Eventually, he arrived in a well-appointed living room, bright gaze immediately following upon the twi'lek. "Are you prepared?" Eyes slowly tracked in the direction of the provided refreshments. Cameron hadn't come for a tea party, and his determined gaze quickly found Stardust once more.
