Yaga Minor-Imperial Ubiqtorate
"This is ST 427 to Command Station, Code Clearance Blue. Requesting priority docking."
"Acknowledged ST 427,"Came the stern, disciplined reply over the comm channel, "docking will be granted once code transmission is completed.
Stand by."
The seconds ebbed away into the void of silence that followed, stretching out into an eternity of waiting.
"You are clear to proceed. Docking granted to Tower Jerjerrod-15, bay 21."
"Acknowledged."
As the stage of protocol passed, the Imperial Shuttle carrying Lord Xion and his entourage engaged its thrusters and hurtled toward Yaga Minor at full speed, passing by the gauntlet of Imperial warships guarding the traffic lanes entering the stronghold of Yaga Minor. From inside his chamber, Xion's apprentice, Maxor Krath watched through the plexiglass pane as the star lines whizzed by and the Imperial world ahead loomed closer, enveloping the shuttle in its domineering shadow. Encircling the planet like a crown of thorns were the dozens of Imperial Shipyards, production lines of the weapons of the Empire, pumping out an unrelenting stream of terrors unto the galaxy.
A morbid sneer curled across his upper lip, demonstrating- if a little ineffectually - the state of awe he felt at being in the heart of the Imperial war machine.
A glint of sunshine crept over the horizon and into the cabin through the window he was staring out of, causing Maxor to wince back and cover his face. He turned back into the room where he fixed his dazzled gaze back onto the darkness that quenched the room.
In a recess where the creeping light of the system's sun dared not to penetrate, his gaze was unknowingly met by his teacher. Maxor had not yet been fully briefed on his Master's reasons for coming to Yaga Minor. Perhaps the impact of whatever he had to say, weighed so heavily that it was best kept until absolutely necessary.
In an effort to satisfy his hungry curiosity, he dropped down, cross-legged onto the floor, to join in meditation with his Master, something he rarely did. Only on occasion would they meditate together, combining their minds, their thoughts, and their powers.
As his mind settled, he subconsciously contacted his Master, however the door to Xion's brain was locked tight. A psychic wall lay in front of Maxor, a thing he'd never encountered with the sith Lord. More often than not, the shallow areas of Xion's consciousness lay open to his apprentice, mostly in an effort to stay bonded to each other at all times.
The shuttle bumped and bobbed through the upper atmosphere, encountering all manners of turbulence as it burned through the heat shield.
All the commotion outside did little to hinder Maxor's efforts at cracking this unique puzzle. Mentally, he pushed forward, attempting to wade through the thick sludge of nothingness toward the barrier of thought keeping him out. Whatever had his master locked, had him entranced into a deep state of meditation.
A sinister foreboding cast a tingling chill down Maxor's backbone, urging him not to tread further. However, having an almost opposite effect, the sense of fear pressed him forward and gave him strength.
With all his mental might, he pierced through the wall and was greeted by an overwhelming flood of malignantly pregnant thoughts bombarding his mind. Images of unimaginable horror sprung fourth, barking and clawing their way past the breach in the wall toward the fresh plains of Maxor's fertile consciousness.
Almost immediately he was thrown back into reality, both physically and mentally by his Master, who was now standing in all his sickly glory, towering over Maxor.
"You may be my apprentice, but you will learn your place, wilfully or otherwise!" He commanded, lifting his padawan effortlessly into the air, and pinning him to the wall with the force.
Maxor gagged and chocked, unable to get a response past the invisible grip of his Master who stared with violent intent at him. Then, a timely message bellowed over the crackling commlink. Followed by the clank and shudder of the shuttle settling down upon the surface.
"Lord Xion, we have arrived."
"This is ST 427 to Command Station, Code Clearance Blue. Requesting priority docking."
"Acknowledged ST 427,"Came the stern, disciplined reply over the comm channel, "docking will be granted once code transmission is completed.
Stand by."
The seconds ebbed away into the void of silence that followed, stretching out into an eternity of waiting.
"You are clear to proceed. Docking granted to Tower Jerjerrod-15, bay 21."
"Acknowledged."
As the stage of protocol passed, the Imperial Shuttle carrying Lord Xion and his entourage engaged its thrusters and hurtled toward Yaga Minor at full speed, passing by the gauntlet of Imperial warships guarding the traffic lanes entering the stronghold of Yaga Minor. From inside his chamber, Xion's apprentice, Maxor Krath watched through the plexiglass pane as the star lines whizzed by and the Imperial world ahead loomed closer, enveloping the shuttle in its domineering shadow. Encircling the planet like a crown of thorns were the dozens of Imperial Shipyards, production lines of the weapons of the Empire, pumping out an unrelenting stream of terrors unto the galaxy.
A morbid sneer curled across his upper lip, demonstrating- if a little ineffectually - the state of awe he felt at being in the heart of the Imperial war machine.
A glint of sunshine crept over the horizon and into the cabin through the window he was staring out of, causing Maxor to wince back and cover his face. He turned back into the room where he fixed his dazzled gaze back onto the darkness that quenched the room.
In a recess where the creeping light of the system's sun dared not to penetrate, his gaze was unknowingly met by his teacher. Maxor had not yet been fully briefed on his Master's reasons for coming to Yaga Minor. Perhaps the impact of whatever he had to say, weighed so heavily that it was best kept until absolutely necessary.
In an effort to satisfy his hungry curiosity, he dropped down, cross-legged onto the floor, to join in meditation with his Master, something he rarely did. Only on occasion would they meditate together, combining their minds, their thoughts, and their powers.
As his mind settled, he subconsciously contacted his Master, however the door to Xion's brain was locked tight. A psychic wall lay in front of Maxor, a thing he'd never encountered with the sith Lord. More often than not, the shallow areas of Xion's consciousness lay open to his apprentice, mostly in an effort to stay bonded to each other at all times.
The shuttle bumped and bobbed through the upper atmosphere, encountering all manners of turbulence as it burned through the heat shield.
All the commotion outside did little to hinder Maxor's efforts at cracking this unique puzzle. Mentally, he pushed forward, attempting to wade through the thick sludge of nothingness toward the barrier of thought keeping him out. Whatever had his master locked, had him entranced into a deep state of meditation.
A sinister foreboding cast a tingling chill down Maxor's backbone, urging him not to tread further. However, having an almost opposite effect, the sense of fear pressed him forward and gave him strength.
With all his mental might, he pierced through the wall and was greeted by an overwhelming flood of malignantly pregnant thoughts bombarding his mind. Images of unimaginable horror sprung fourth, barking and clawing their way past the breach in the wall toward the fresh plains of Maxor's fertile consciousness.
Almost immediately he was thrown back into reality, both physically and mentally by his Master, who was now standing in all his sickly glory, towering over Maxor.
"You may be my apprentice, but you will learn your place, wilfully or otherwise!" He commanded, lifting his padawan effortlessly into the air, and pinning him to the wall with the force.
Maxor gagged and chocked, unable to get a response past the invisible grip of his Master who stared with violent intent at him. Then, a timely message bellowed over the crackling commlink. Followed by the clank and shudder of the shuttle settling down upon the surface.
"Lord Xion, we have arrived."