A Big Karking Hero
Bastian stayed silent for his ride to General [member="Isamu Baelor"]'s headquarters. A large peaked cap rested on his lap. A relic in its own right. It had been worn long before the mixed blooded man had shipped into the Core Worlds from the old Sith Empire. There were few officers left that came over to serve from those days. He was one, practically forgotten by now. Just another number in the system. Bastian missed the praise, it came with one good benefit of course. It kept him out of the blaster fire. A lazy backwater world had been where he called home the last five years. Living and working far from the troubles and wars the Sith faced. The sudden transfer to the Grand General's Staff was a surprise. A worrying surprise. Why had he been chosen out of all the people in the Army for this assignment? Bastian's driver called out they'd arrived out front of the HQ. Guess he'd find out when he reported in with the General.
Once Bastian had gathered his chainsword out of the speeder, and with a briefcase in hand he stood before and looked up to the imposing building. He sighed. 'No point in standing about. Time to face the music and kiss the easy life goodbye'. The half Ryn started his march up the steps with a gut pain telling him no. Orders were orders though, no escaping them.
It took some time to travel the maze and get to the Generals office. This was quite the building for size. Not that it was anything amazing to look at. Large doors were all that separated them now. His secretary just told him to go in as he was expected. Bastian took hold of the doorhandle. A lump in his throat formed. It was weird to be nervous. Baelor may outrank him, heavily. Bastian's career with the Sith was far longer he thought. And who knows, maybe he'd heard of him and things would go that much smoother. He soldiered in then, leaving the worry at the door.
Bastian stopped short of the desk, setting down the briefcase at his feet. "Intelligence Liaison Officer Bastian Briareous reporting in sir". A crisp salute went up and waited for a response.
Once Bastian had gathered his chainsword out of the speeder, and with a briefcase in hand he stood before and looked up to the imposing building. He sighed. 'No point in standing about. Time to face the music and kiss the easy life goodbye'. The half Ryn started his march up the steps with a gut pain telling him no. Orders were orders though, no escaping them.
It took some time to travel the maze and get to the Generals office. This was quite the building for size. Not that it was anything amazing to look at. Large doors were all that separated them now. His secretary just told him to go in as he was expected. Bastian took hold of the doorhandle. A lump in his throat formed. It was weird to be nervous. Baelor may outrank him, heavily. Bastian's career with the Sith was far longer he thought. And who knows, maybe he'd heard of him and things would go that much smoother. He soldiered in then, leaving the worry at the door.
Bastian stopped short of the desk, setting down the briefcase at his feet. "Intelligence Liaison Officer Bastian Briareous reporting in sir". A crisp salute went up and waited for a response.