The young officer’s pulse was pounding in her temples by now, an anxious sort of energy gripping her lungs tightly and forcing her to be hyperaware of her own breathing. Isolde knew she had to remain calm, when nothing indicative of that word could be found inside of her. The Supreme Leader had chosen her for this, to acclimate these Jedi to the Supremacy and the First Order. General Hux was correct. What made her so remarkable for such a task? She was just a Junior Lieutenant with nothing particularly extraordinary about her. What could possibly have made her a prime candidate for interact with Force-users?
She lost herself in self-doubt, in questions of her worth, forgoing watching the rest of what she would assume would be Jedi climbing out of the ship docked in the cargo hangar.
“Welcome,” General Hux resounded beside her, putting on the warmest tone she supposed he could manage. The icy exterior barely cracked. “You’re currently standing in the First Order’s finest ship, the Supremacy. You are all safe here.” Junior Lieutenant Varga dared to let her eyes wander the group in front of her as he spoke words that sounded like they’d been rehearsed. There were seven of them in total, the eldest of them didn’t look much older than she did. If his towering height didn’t catch her eye, it was the dirt that colored the robes her wore and splattered across his hands. “I’m General Hux and beside me is Colonel Gunnet and Junior Lieutenant Varga.” The General motioned to them as he spoke, almost as if he were speaking to children.
“But there will be enough time for introductions later. I’m sure you’re all in dire need of rest after your journey,” General Hux continued. “Colonel Gunnet will see to the six of you, but Junior Lieutenant Varga has been chosen for your leader, who I’m assuming is you.” The General regarded the tallest of the group with a sort of amused look, taking in his unkempt clothing and dark, shaggy hair. “You’ll report back to the Supreme Leader or myself if she does not see to it that your every need is taken care of and we’ll find you a more suitable replacement. I’ll gather you all during the next day cycle.” With that, the General turned on heel and marched out of the room.
All Isolde could do was stare forward, trying her hardest to keep her breathing even and regulated though she knew what failure would mean and she doubted it’d be reconditioning. Finally, she brought her gaze back to the tallest one with the dark hair, wondering to herself what he’d done to be deemed leader. Drawing in a deep breath of air, she pushed down the overwhelming fear and anxiety that dared to bring her to her knees and stepped over to him, stopping just a few paces away. Once she was in front of him, she wasn’t exactly sure what she should say. Comment on the amount of dirt they were tracking into the hangar? Question when his last meal was? “Wh-what can I get for you, sir?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly despite how much she’d tried to steel it.
May 22nd, 2018 at 12:45am