Nothing • Tech

1.Ke'gyce (Order)

"It is time, Fifth Sister. The Republic has fallen. I have assigned you to planet Kamino. Be on the lookout for any stray Jedi that may have been missed in the wake of my Empire. I know you will do well to make me proud."

    Fifth Sister simply nodded, switching off the transmission of the hooded Emperor. She forced back a sigh, remembering she was accompanied by two Guards that had come all the way from Coruscant. As far as she knew, their loyalties lied entirely with this newly formed government.

    But for how long would that last?

    Feeling the ship jolt slightly, she knew that they had just dropped out of hyperspace and were about to enter the atmosphere of the rainy planet. Immediately she sensed a large amount of lifeforms all similar to the two men standing on either side of her.

    Recalling the frequently recited words of the Grand Inquisitor, which was to look professional while also intimidating, Fifth Sister puller her two long brown braids to the front, straightening her black overtunic out, and adjusting her vibroblade on the left side of her belt and her lightsaber on her right.

    "Landing in the hangar bay now, ma'am." The pilot announced. Fifth Sister could hear the roaring of the engines slowing, and then altogether the ship stopped moving. As the boarding ramp began to lower, she straightened out her expression, leaving it at a slight glare.
   
    When the ramp was completely down, Fifth Sister rolled her shoulders back and walked out of the ship with her arms crossed behind her back. She kept her head straight, only looking at what's ahead of her despite her curious urges to explore every part of the facility.

    "Ah, Fifth Sister. It was about time that you arrived." Admiral Tarkin chimed, meeting up with her just inside of the entrance from the hangar bay to the halls.

    "Departing from Arkanis took a little longer than expected, sir." She replied monotonously, meeting his gaze. She noticed the slight squint he gave her, and then he pursed his lips.

    It's ironic that Tarkin was dispatched to Kamino, considering his well-known history of hating the clones.

"Let's not waste anymore time, we shall resume our brief tour of the facility." Tarkin declared, turning around to resume walking down the halls while talking about things that most definitely did not entertain Fifth Sister. Ignoring the Admiral's pompous mouth, she instead focused on how bright the building was. The walls were white, and they glowed to produce the lighting that was entirely too bright for her liking.

With each corner they turned, Fifth Sister began to feel more and more like she was walking in circles. Every hall was the same. Even the clone troopers had identical shiny white armor. They were different from the Coruscant Guards on either side of her and Tarkin, who had red painted armor.

Fifth Sister felt that she stood out with her dark clothes, Coruscant Guard escorts, and the fact that she was a woman in a facility full of men. She sensed the eyes following her as she passed each squadron of pearly white armored clones.

Finally there was something else to look at other than the eye-straining walls as they paused on the bridge over the cafeteria full of helmetless clones. Out of the sea of black hair and white armor, there was a group of black sheep.

    Armor painted with black and red, a variety of gray, brown, light brown haired, and two bald headed men were sitting at a table with a young blonde girl. 

    Fifth Sister hummed, intrigued with the outcast group. Her interest was further piqued when the blonde launched a bowl of soup at one of the white-armored clones.

Seconds later the other ones at the girl's table engaged in the foodfight, the cafeteria erupting in absolute chaos. "Now that is enthralling." She chimes to Tarkin.