Imperial Spirit

[Tyberius Fel]

"Sir, we're detecting a small ship. Possibly a fighter. Orders?"

The command bridge was alight with the buzz of activity, sleek dressed officers scrambling back and forth like ants in a well-organized hive. A higher ranking officer leaned over his subordinate, looking over the sensor systems.

"Activate the tractor beam."

The condensed energy field gripped the vessel in it's inescapable hold and pulled it into the hanger of the Star Destroyer. Aelius Varangian, the recently minted Royal Guard of Darth Mephirium was roused by the commotion, halting his usual exercise routine to don his armor and exit his chambers. Following behind a group of Stormtroopers, he observed the captured craft.

"Who goes there?"


[member="Pitar Brounake"]

[member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[Dan Ballastar]

Crashing, he had defected from the first order and now he was going to crash. But before he could get near crashing, he stopped. He was suddenly being pulled in by a tractor beam, from not noticing, he saw an Imperial Star Destroyer behind him, slowly pulling him in. He was panicking, all systems were not working except for Communications. And then a voice came over Comms
"Who goes there?"
First, Pitar would have thought that the Galactic Empire was only of Remnants, and didn't have Star Destroyers anymore, just bases. But then he had to radio in again, he'd probably be shot down or killed if he didn't. From what he saw, the Galactic Empire was way worse than the First Order.
"This is... First Order pilot SS-3 of 181 Saber Squadron."


​

 

[Placeholder 04]

Mephirium did not enjoy being drawn from his meditations. Normally, he was patient with his men, but this was the fourth time today. He understood that certain things required his presence, but these people were adults. He hoped, at the very least, that his officers could make decisions without his presence. This time, however, proved to be a legitimate reason for stirring him from his immersion.

This was no Galactic Empire of old. This was Mephirium's own - what would soon serve as the image for the entire Imperial navy, or so he believed. When the fighter was drawn in, Mephirium made himself present, albeit shrouded in a dark cowl. With vague interest, Mephirium turned his attentions to Captain Varangian.

"First Order?" He frowned. "A pale imitation of our once great Empire - bring the pilot down. We will have words."

[member="Pitar Brounake"], [member="Aelius Varangian"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

The First Order. Aelius knew of it, from his scouring of the holonet. His eyes surveyed the TIE Fighter which bore the perverted markings of his once great Galactic Empire and growled in a low disgust. "As you command, your Majesty." Aelius responded, and with a flick of the wrist, drew his force pike into his crimson gauntlet clad grasp. The Imperial Royal Guard Captain advanced cautiously to the captured vessel, pausing some feet away from it. Aelius doubted he would receive any significant threat from it, but he had seen many of his comrades eviscerated and evaporated by the guns of hidden enemies in places they thought safe.

The Royal Guard Captain lifted a hand up sharply, issuing a order to halt to Mephirium's Stormtroopers. He did not know if he actually had any tangible authority over the soldiers, but years of Imperial Service meant he was accustomed to dominance over the white clad troopers who had been allies his whole life.

"Reveal yourself, Pilot SS-3. Hands above your head." A twitch of the thumb sent the vibrobladed head of the pike cackling with electricity.


[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Pitar Brounake"]