Roleplay

Had Vader's face been visible the look of offended rage would likely have been enough to kill on its own. He had a reputation to keep intact and a ship turning out this many rumors was making that damn near impossible, Vader didn't like impossible, or threatening things. The captain's answer only managed to stoke the fire that had been lit in the Sith lord's belly. The answer hadn't been purposely aimed to offend, the man before him likely didn't have a death wish, that much Vader was sure of. His will was strained as he urged himself not to snap that skinny neck and find himself a new captain. Somehow the tedious nature of internal affairs was enough to keep his murderous rage at bay. "Captain I am sure the impudence of that remark was purely coincidental, thus I'll overlook it for the time being." His eyes swept the room the grimace on his features audible as he spoke. "I believe a more private setting is required for this conversation. Come."

He lead the captain out, privacy wasn't hard to attain when your very presence was a promise of pain and probable death. Once they were in the office Vader made it a point to silently check that the room was secure, the damned rebels weren't all as stupid as they looked, and if the rumors were true he didn't want them knowing he was onto them. Once he was sure of their security he turned back to the captain with steely resolve. "Have a seat captain Piett, I'd like to discuss the rumored breach in security aboard my flag ship." He too took a seat and leaned forward just enough to stress the urgency of this rumor being dispelled.

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Rhy'ull looked the other prisoner over again, he didn't fancy holding a conversation at the moment but he supposed that he'd rather dispel the other's nervousness before it set him off again. "Nalias right? Look I uh-" He cut off and glared at the floor, "I don't like taking about my home planet much. Painful memories. Besides it's not like I'll ever get back there so why be nostalgic?" He looked around, "don't mean to sound off-putting but I just had my hands chopped off today, and had my death warrant signed by a couple of bounty hunters." He sighed softly, "I'm Rhy'ull, I was a mechanic before all this. How about you?"



@Violetah

@SparrowsWings

When Kyra stated they were assigned, not stuck, Liam opened his mouth to say something along the lines of Well, I guess being assigned or stuck is just a difference of opinion, however the words flew out of his mind when the stormtrooper flying the food from his fork towards him. Liam swiftly moved his arm to block it, and prevented most of it from hitting him in the face, but some did slip past. He stared at Kyra and Thrax in shock for a moment, before wiping a hand over his face and looking and the food stuck to the black glove.

Without a word he stood up and flicked the food off his gauntlet and hand. He couldn't believe what that other trooper had did; flinging food at him for no other reason than having a calm conversation with a colleague of theirs! It was such a waste of food! As the surprise melted into anger, he set his jaw and let out a sharp breath. Shooting a look towards Trent, almost if asking the other scout trooper if he would back him up, he decided he would have to give this stranger a lesson in respect. With a swift and purposeful gait he stalked over to Kyra, his inner fury slowly becoming obvious as his fists balled and eyes narrowed.

What is it with the stormtroopers on this ship? Do they enjoy harassing everyone else? The internal question was without an answer, but he hoped that if he could scare some sense into Kyra, maybe the rest of the stormtroopers would lay off him and his fellow scouts.

Reaching Kyra in a few heartbeats, he slammed one hand down on the table and leaned over him, making a grab for the collar of his armour with his other hand. As he did so, he snarled, "What the kriff was that for? Can't we just have a conversation like adults without some kid deciding to start a food fight?"

No, Liam did not realise the irony of calling someone older than him a kid, mostly because he didn't realise Kyra was older than him.

@SharkMeat

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If his heart started beating any faster, Piett was convinced it was going to be audible to the crew. He half-expected the men to start glancing in wonder at his chest already. The captain swallowed hard as Vader took a moment, restraining himself, he imagined, from killing him on the spot. Piett swallowed thickly again, every ounce of willpower pouring into keeping his face blank and his frame steady.

"Captain, I am sure the impudence of that remark was purely coincidental thus I'll overlook it for the time being."

Piett was so relieved his knees almost buckled.

'Sweet stars above….'

"Thank you, M'lord," he said aloud.

Somehow, the captain mused, he'd managed to earn himself one blessed moment more.

"I believe a more private setting is required for this conversation. Come."

'Oh.'

Vader was still livid. He could hear the snarl in the Sith Lord's voice even through the vocoder.

'You blasted fool,' he thought as he followed the Dark Lord off the bridge, 'he's not letting you go; he's killing you in private!'

The walk to Vader's office was not long, but it felt interminable. By the time they arrived, the captain had to physically clutch his hands before him to keep them from trembling. He watched in silent curiosity as the Sith paced about the room checking for something.

'What are you looking for? Get it over with already!' This anticipation was going to kill him before Vader did.

It was another few moments before the captain finally realized what was really happening. It was a security check. He was looking for surveillance. ...If Vader was looking for surveillance, then maybe….

"Have a seat, Captain Piett, I'd like to discuss the rumored breach in security aboard my flagship."

The captain took his seat almost cautiously, but he cleared his throat and started in with a bit more confidence than he'd walked in with.

"The rumor originated with a troop of Scouts, M'lord. Troop 0914 returned this afternoon from a raid. During their mission, their officer informs me, they came across a datapad containing information on Death Fleet personnel and planned maneuvers. Unfortunately that datapad was recovered by the enemy before they were able to return with it, but I've ordered a full report of the information they discovered to be ready on my desk tomorrow morning." His mouth twitched toward a sneer before he could catch it. "For the record, sir, I also ordered total silence from that officer and his men. Obviously that message was not relayed."

He glanced to the floor and cleared his throat again before looking back to the Dark Lord, pressing forward with a quiet caution. "With all due respect, M'lord, while there is obviously a leak within the fleet, there is no proof yet that those leaks are from this ship. Those maneuvers are sent to the whole fleet: they could be just as easily accessed from the Avenger, or the Accuser or the Devastator as they could from here."

Thrax scrambled out of the way, wide eyed as he watched Liam start advancing, fists tightening at his sides on the way over.

'Oh sithspit, here we go…'

Liam grabbed onto the front of Kyra's armor, and Thrax expected the fists to start flying right then and there. He watched with even wider eyes as the other scout tried to get between them to break it up.

"Easy, easy, he might be right…." he urged, Liam, quick to agree with the interfering scout.

But all hope went out the window as Kyra opened his mouth and laughed.

Thrax turned to stare at him. Was this guy barvy!? How space-happy did you have to be to laugh in the face of a scout with a latch on your breastplate?

"Put me down you unobservant fool."

Thrax felt his shoulders droop. No- yeah, barvy. Out of his head. Absolutely, one-hundred percent-"

"There a problem over here?"

Thrax whipped around to see his squadmate striding over slowly, fists already clenched at his sides.

"Hobson…."

Aww heck, I completely forgot it was my turn! Sorry y'all!)


As much as Vader wanted to believe his ship was not to blame he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off here. He adjusted his gloves and listened to Piett's claims. They were valid points at least, he supposed that was why he could never quite bring himself to kill Piett. As angry as the man made him he wasn't a complete idiot, and he usually offered up information that was relevant to the issue at hand. While that didn't make him irreplaceable it did make him a bit more valuable, thus more difficult to replace right away.

"Be that as it may Captain, I would like to be sure my ship hasn't sprung any leaks. Better still, I'd like to personally patch up any leaks." He pondered his next course of action carefully. "We will keep my knowledge of this possible leak close, I'll claim to have been enraged by one of the other rumors that come from this ship. In the meantime Captain you will reinterview each of the scouts, I need exact details!"

Vader paused sorting through the list of things he needed to address. "The bounty hunter, Fett, has he supplied anything of use yet? Normally his efficiency in unparalleled." He'd turned to the bounty hunter prior to this, and been impressed by his swift captures and brutal efficiency. He hadn't though to question why he'd seen reports of the hunter's employment. Hopefully his knowledge of the situation was limited, after all, he was a gun for hire. Ergo, his skills with weaponry, and his tongue could be purchased for the right amount of credits.

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Rhy'ull huffed a laugh, "it really does feel like there is no before in regard to all this. He fell quiet when the human's face fell, something wrong Nalias?"

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@EagleRider

@SparrowsWings

Liam stared at Kyra with a mix of confusion and disgust as the man laughed at him, ignoring Trent's attempts to get between them. Unobservant fool! The words threatened to make his temper completely boil over, but he was able to regain his composure with Trent and Thrax's words. He finally let Trent get between him and the stormtrooper, releasing his grip on the other man's armour and pushing him away with a little more force than necessary. "Barve," he snarled under his breath, the direction of his insult unclear.

He turned to look at the approaching stormtrooper, some part of his mind vaguely recognizing the voice. "The only problem here is that all your friends have no respect or common sense," he snapped at Hobson. "It's enough to put someone off their food." While Liam still felt hungry, his body was so tight from anger that he didn't feel like he could stomach anything. Which was alarming, given how eager he was to get food in the first place. He seemed unaware of the visible tension in Hobson's body language, or all the attention he was drawing. He flipped down the front of his helmet, the ultimate Not interested in this conversation action, then jerked his head back towards where their trays of food sat on the table.

"You still want to eat, Trent, or what?"