And yet, here you are, and an admiral, no less.” “Women are rare in the ranks of the military, and especially so in the officer corps. I stayed silent, waiting for the Emperor to elaborate. “You’re quite an interesting character, admiral.” The Emperor finally said. I’ve had – and still have – better things to do than elaborately-commit suicide. …anyway, that wasn’t really important, and I’m not stupid enough to pry. Then again, he might have just used some advanced technology, or Dark Side powers to fix the damage caused by Mace Windu… If anything, he looked like he did in Revenge of the Sith, a balding old man in red-colored robes of state trimmed with black. Despite what was shown in the films, the Emperor was not a withered, walking corpse with sickly-yellow eyes and drooping skin, who wandered around in a black cloak and hood. Now, if only they got the other parts right. The Star Wars films and novels got that part of his character right. I stayed silent, knowing that despite the Emperor’s familiar style of address, he was just being gracious because it suited him, and not because he cared for me in any real way. The Emperor rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a disarming smile playing on his lips. “By your command, Your Excellency.” I said, before rising to my feet, ramrod-straight with gloved hands held behind my back. We need not speak with each on our knees.” “Ah yes,” Galactic Emperor Palpatine said with his usual gentle and grandfatherly tone. High above on the dais, a lanthanide-plated throne turned from where its occupant had been looking through the great stained glass window behind the dais. “You summoned me, Your Excellency?” I asked in a deferent tone. Reaching the end of the aisle, I sank to one knee, head bowed with my right hand held over my chest. Those got selected for even higher position. And only the very best ever got selected for the Imperial Guard. And me getting shot to bits in the next instant.ĭespite what the films said, Imperial Stormtroopers really were the best troops in the galaxy. Carbines were held across their breastplates, but despite standing at parade ground stillness with eyes straight ahead, I had no doubts they could have their guns aimed at me in an instant. I walked down the carpeted aisle, past raised platforms atop which stood Imperial Guardsmen, the room’s half-light shining off their crimson armor.
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