Within the depths of the industrial sector on Bastion, blinking lights from the windows of office buildings surrounded a thriving core. Craft soared beyond the window separating Sebastian from the structural frame outside. In the engineering department of the sector, he sat behind his desk with his eyes immersed in the algorithms strewn across the surface.
Voices chattered on either side of Sebastian from booths surrounding his own desk. The crowded space and confined regime pressed his nerves as he tried to block out all external noise. Focusing on the numbers, his pen traced the frame of the design of a machine called the Retina, which was to be built aboard a space station. While the job did not fail to fascinate him, the scene behind the construction was less than exciting and Sebastian would have liked to see the project up close.
"Thel, that prototype is due in twenty minutes." The manager of the department strode by the desk and demanded. Not bothering to look upward, Sebastian adjusted his glasses and continued to write.
Tracing lines with his protractor, the seconds ticked by as communicators beeped and footsteps ran back and forward along either sides of his desk. The Sith were present and pressure amounted for all working on the project. Imperial officers marched across the length of the corridor outside, surveying the content attitude of civilians and making sure all employees were working smoothly.
Sebastian completed the final algorithm on his graph paper, which he set beside the design. He held up the graph and checked his work for any inaccuracies or missed details. He found nothing. With the manager standing behind his chair, he rolled up the design and slid his notes into a briefcase. Rising to his feet, he followed the manager without a word as they walked past the guards stationed outside of the office.
"You have a guest from the Sith temple, Sebastian." The manager informed. With his coat underneath his arm, Sebastian wore a plain white shirt with the top button undone, along with puffy trousers tucked into socks and lace-up shoes. Setting down his briefcase and the design of the machine, he took a moment to slip into his coat and make himself presentable.
Fastening the buttons on his coat, he held the design under his arm and carried his briefcase into the elevator. While Sebastian appreciated the stability of the Empire, the presence of the Sith always made him uncomfortable and he wondered if the day would come when his attitude changed. He stood beside the manager in the elevator, which pinged upon arrival in the heights of the building.
"Darkstar is waiting, I believe he has an offer for you." The man in the suit said to Sebastian, who appeared much less sharply dressed. Wearing a coat which was too long for him, his thick-rimmed, rectangular glasses still sat on his nose. He was lead into a secluded room, where the Sith named Orion sat at the head of a table.
"My Lord, this is Sebastian Thel, he is the mathematician you requested." The manager of the department introduced Sebastian and exited, leaving him alone with the Sith.
"My Lord, the prototype is complete." Sebastian said in a quiet voice, his Imperial accent eloquent and refined. "I hope you are satisfied with the design." Imperial guards stood at either side of the doorway, before a chair waiting for Sebastian. He did not dare sit down without being asked. Behind Orion, a window overlooked the inner workings of the core, where speeders and craft flew by.
Sebastian placed the design on the table, with the algorithms on the graph paper. He rolled out the chart and allowed Orion to inspect the prototype constructing the enormous piece of equipment to be built on the Imperial space station. The purpose of the machine remained a mystery known only to the Sith. Time would only tell if Orion cared to elaborate on the details to Sebastian.