Asharad Graush
D A N G E R O U S
A'sharad sat at a table in one of the many rooms upon the naval yards of Tantorus. Construction had begun to increase the width of the ring that went around the planet. An arduous task, it was scheduled to be finished within the coming months, but it required his oversight, at least for some parts of it. He had the feeling that he was going to be called away by the First Order any moment for some red alert mission.
Perhaps the Galactic Alliance was finally making the move he figured they would've so long ago.
Or on the other hand, perhaps the First Order was going to revisit that fateful day on Eriadu.
Finish what they had started so long ago.
Looking up from the DataPad he was sifting through, he spotted his commlink on the edge of the table and he stared at it for what felt like an eternity. When it didn't *bzzz* and notify him of a message on the channel, he looked back down to the DataPad.
"Darsaud. Arvengis," he said. Within a moment, they both appeared inside the office like room. "Prepare a shuttle to get me to the other side of the Ring. I want to see its progress." Although he could see the progress clearly on the screen before him, he was tired of sitting around and doing nothing. The last time had been doing that, he was ambushed on Bespin, not that he was scared of doing that with thousands of his own Household Sith aboard, who knew when someone thought they had something to gain from killing him?
It was less being afraid of death and more wanting to avoid the tedious affair of ending a worthless life.
After Arvengis had disappeared, several minutes later the commlink crackled. Arvenigis' deep voice came over the line and just as his hand reached for the communications device, the floor itself felt as if it was shaking, and then everything went dark.
Perhaps the Galactic Alliance was finally making the move he figured they would've so long ago.
Or on the other hand, perhaps the First Order was going to revisit that fateful day on Eriadu.
Finish what they had started so long ago.
Looking up from the DataPad he was sifting through, he spotted his commlink on the edge of the table and he stared at it for what felt like an eternity. When it didn't *bzzz* and notify him of a message on the channel, he looked back down to the DataPad.
"Darsaud. Arvengis," he said. Within a moment, they both appeared inside the office like room. "Prepare a shuttle to get me to the other side of the Ring. I want to see its progress." Although he could see the progress clearly on the screen before him, he was tired of sitting around and doing nothing. The last time had been doing that, he was ambushed on Bespin, not that he was scared of doing that with thousands of his own Household Sith aboard, who knew when someone thought they had something to gain from killing him?
It was less being afraid of death and more wanting to avoid the tedious affair of ending a worthless life.
After Arvengis had disappeared, several minutes later the commlink crackled. Arvenigis' deep voice came over the line and just as his hand reached for the communications device, the floor itself felt as if it was shaking, and then everything went dark.