Unified Sith
08-09-2005, 15:44
Trooper Sixty-Six had once upon a time been a lowly clone, just a number amongst millions of other numbers, a nameless face within a nameless horde, but the Coredian rebellion changed all that, the rebellion proved that Sixty Six was…..distinct.
And now the clone trooper who had become the hero of the Galactic Empire was about to face his toughest challenge yet; the safe escort of Emperor Palpatine.
The Emperor for years now had remained upon Coruscant biding his time within the force, developing and nurturing his talents while delegating his Imperial duties to Admirals and other officials, but there was only so much one could do on Coruscant, for the emperor to complete his goal, he must first depart to several temples and dark force worlds. Palpatine was close now…so ever close to completing his goal, and the Jedi, as ever were blissfully unaware of the emperors dance.
Striding down through the primary corridor Sixty-Six had one last task to accomplish and that was the final check on Palpatines personal ship. Just larger than a standard transport the emperors vessel was unique in the Galaxy, for this was the only shuttle capable of sporting a cloaking device.
The Imperial cloaking device had only ever been fitted onto three vessels, The Executor, the Trident and the emperors personal shuttle the Basalisk. Armed with state of the art weapons systems, torpedo launchers, regenerative shielding and the newest armour the navy had to offer, the emperors transport could, if used right bring down a Carrack. But it wasn’t designed for battle, it was designed for defence and guile.
Rising through what was supposed to be the Sith academy until Palpatine thought otherwise, Sixty-Six noticed that the installation had undergone serious work in the twelve months he had been away, in fact, it didn’t look like the same installation at all, almost…. newer in some way. Thinking it was just done to some excellent cleaning the clone commander proceeded to level five eighty two. With the usual Imperial precision the doors opened with that all too familiar hydraulic swoosh and before Sixty-Six lay the shuttle bay.
“Alpha Two Eight. Revert.” The Clone shouted.
AUTHORISED Emanated throughout the vacant bay and there before Sixty-Six was the Basalisk shimmering into existence. Pulling out a scanning block, the clone commander looked up the bays records, there had been no access since yesterday, no unauthorised personnel, the Basalisk had been cloaked for over twenty four hours now, the ship was therefore free from sabotage.
“We have the all clear.” Sixty-Six muttered into his arm band. “Send up the supplies and alert Emperor Palpatine that we are ready to depart.
For the next hour Sixty-Six would watch droids pack supplies, weapons and other assorted necessities onto the transport, as well as personally supervising the accommodation of several droidikas and other battledroids which the Empire kept in fervent stock.
Finally after an hours work the emperor himself boarded the transport, flanked by four red robes which would be his assistants for the journey, Palpatine, had now left Coruscant.
And now the clone trooper who had become the hero of the Galactic Empire was about to face his toughest challenge yet; the safe escort of Emperor Palpatine.
The Emperor for years now had remained upon Coruscant biding his time within the force, developing and nurturing his talents while delegating his Imperial duties to Admirals and other officials, but there was only so much one could do on Coruscant, for the emperor to complete his goal, he must first depart to several temples and dark force worlds. Palpatine was close now…so ever close to completing his goal, and the Jedi, as ever were blissfully unaware of the emperors dance.
Striding down through the primary corridor Sixty-Six had one last task to accomplish and that was the final check on Palpatines personal ship. Just larger than a standard transport the emperors vessel was unique in the Galaxy, for this was the only shuttle capable of sporting a cloaking device.
The Imperial cloaking device had only ever been fitted onto three vessels, The Executor, the Trident and the emperors personal shuttle the Basalisk. Armed with state of the art weapons systems, torpedo launchers, regenerative shielding and the newest armour the navy had to offer, the emperors transport could, if used right bring down a Carrack. But it wasn’t designed for battle, it was designed for defence and guile.
Rising through what was supposed to be the Sith academy until Palpatine thought otherwise, Sixty-Six noticed that the installation had undergone serious work in the twelve months he had been away, in fact, it didn’t look like the same installation at all, almost…. newer in some way. Thinking it was just done to some excellent cleaning the clone commander proceeded to level five eighty two. With the usual Imperial precision the doors opened with that all too familiar hydraulic swoosh and before Sixty-Six lay the shuttle bay.
“Alpha Two Eight. Revert.” The Clone shouted.
AUTHORISED Emanated throughout the vacant bay and there before Sixty-Six was the Basalisk shimmering into existence. Pulling out a scanning block, the clone commander looked up the bays records, there had been no access since yesterday, no unauthorised personnel, the Basalisk had been cloaked for over twenty four hours now, the ship was therefore free from sabotage.
“We have the all clear.” Sixty-Six muttered into his arm band. “Send up the supplies and alert Emperor Palpatine that we are ready to depart.
For the next hour Sixty-Six would watch droids pack supplies, weapons and other assorted necessities onto the transport, as well as personally supervising the accommodation of several droidikas and other battledroids which the Empire kept in fervent stock.
Finally after an hours work the emperor himself boarded the transport, flanked by four red robes which would be his assistants for the journey, Palpatine, had now left Coruscant.