Gonna Need A Ship At Some Point

[Kahlil Noble]

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As a Sith grows in their own personal strength, so too does their needs. One of which was a ship large enough to continue his exploration of the known and unknown galaxy. Having been nose deep in books during most of his waking hours however he had naught an idea on where to start. So he found himself touring one of the various Star Destroyers of the galaxy. This one belonging to the Galactic Empire. Kahlil was unsure how the Sith would feel about this group, he decided that he wanted to reach out on his own.

Any allies would be worth his time to invest in, for now.

He stepped onto the vessel alone, leaving behind the couple of Blackblade guards he had with him, his arms clasped behind his back. "This should prove interesting."

 

[IC-104]

Chief and squad had been tasked with guarding some high value target. Even among the very heart of the Empire, safety of it's guest was of upmost importance. Some Sith or another. Force users. Chief had no opinion on them, except for when it came how to best kill them. But, that was his job. He was a killer tried and true. A weapon, crafted, honed and perfected by the Empire. He held no care for those who were not Imperial unless ordered to do so. He was simply not conditioned to do so. It was not within his prerogatives. He did however care for his brothers. Something that not even the Empire could erase. These clones had been through hell and back together. Nothing could separate these brother's in arms.

Possibly why they were the best the Storm Commandos had to offer. So, Chief could not help but wonder. Why exactly had they been assigned to the guarding of some Sith'arii when they would so obviously be better tasked somewhere else. On the front lines is where Chief longed to be. Serving the Empire in a meaningful way. But, he was not one for questioning orders, at least not aloud. Something that echoed through his squad, but he did not doubt his brothers probably felt the same way.

They entered the hangar and Chief spied a tall masked man standing outside a ship. IC-104 sighed as he heard Rev speak through helmeted comms.

"Bet he's mighty ugly, to be wearing a mask,"

"I bet he could still give you an arse whoopin," came a reply from arson

Chief held up a fist to silence comm chatter as he approached the Sith. He was unsure as to how one was to greet a Sith, so he merely opted for a small bow. He switched his helmet comms to output with a flick of his tongue then spoke plainly.

"Greetings Sith, we've been assigned to show you the ships layouts and systems as well as guard you during your stay here,"

He flipped his comms back to private then spoke so that only squad could hear him.

"He even smells ugly," Chief said and squad erupted in grins and small chuckles.

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil had been humming as [member="IC-104"] approached him, a simple low tone hum of some random song he had heard in a cantina one time. It sure was catchy to say the least. As the commandos arrived and bowed he too bowed in response. A smile formed behind the mask. How many Sith did these clones usually deal with? He doubted many at all, given how the Galactic Empire ran.

"My name is Kahlil. What are yours?" The expressionless piece of metal adorned on his head turned to each of them as if expecting them to name themselves, patiently lingering until they did just that.

 

[IC-104]

Khalil bowed back to the trooper and Chief was somewhat puzzled. The Sith asked for their names which surprised Chief somewhat. Not many asked the names of a trooper and before they had earned their's they had been simply known as shinnies. Regardless this man was an outsider, not a brother and Chief was prepared to simply give him their batch codes, but Rev spoke sooner.

"I'm Rev," He said with thumb pointing to chest, then he motioned with head towards the yellow striped commando "That there is Arson, the green striped one is Hacks, and good ol' orange is Chief," He stated as though he was simply talking to another comrade.

Chief switched back to his interior comms

"Rev what did I say about talking so much,"

Rev simply shrugged and Chief sighed. This man was not a brother. He wasn't even Imperial, as such he deserved no such respect. They were simply his escort and they his guards....

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Khalil nodded to each as their names were called out. So it was true. Clones gave themselves their own names. Very interesting. He began to walk forward, heading for where ever he was to be lead to, relaxed. [member="IC-104"] and his squad had their orders, and given the sudden annoyance felt from a couple it was best to not linger for too long. "Do we have a destination in mind first? I'll let you lead the way."

 

[IC-104]

The Sith resigned to let Chief and squad lead the way. He motioned for the Sith to follow with a nod of his head. They entered cold metallic halls illuminated by white lighting. The ship was busy with engineers bustling to and fro, but as it had yet to be completed it was absent most of it's military personnel. Chief, squad, and Khalil made there way through the large ship mostly unmolested, with the occasional salute being the closest thing to a threat offered up... It was all very boring stuff.

The Bridge was still under maintenance, with the transparisteel glass yet to be put in. So, chief opted to show the tall Sith the reactor room instead. They headed deep within the bowels of the ship and it wasn't until they neared the center that they finally spotted the reactor. Chief motioned to it with a hand.

"This is a dark matter reactor. It generates nearly infinite amounts of power required for hyperspace jumps and powering the other ships components,"
Chief said.

The reactor was large with multiple glass tubes housing dark matter. Each tube was worth a small fortune to the right people, and they were also highly explosive. Chief failed to mention either of those parts. He simply believed them to be irrelevant at a time like this...

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"A Dark Matter Reactor? Sounds rather intense, doesn't it. But nearly unlimited power is fantastic. I'll certainly have to think on that should I ever get the time to make my own." The Sith idly scratched his chin under his mask, looking over the machinery with a curious glance. There was so much to know about these sorts of ships. So much he didn't have the time to learn. He'd have to find someone trustworthy to run it for him.

His mask again turned to [member="IC-104"] , offering another quick nod. "How many does it take to keep a vessel this size operational?"