Mustafar

0600 hours

A ship docked next to a gargantuan, black monument which was colored this way because it was made with mostly obsidian.

This lava-surrounded dwelling was the home of Lord Verdura. Of course, he did not like the lava when it scarred his face and body severely, but after the incident he used the lava to convey the true Sith within him, full of anger and rage.

"M'Lord Verdura! M'Lord Verdura!!" A hooded, elderly artichoke ran down the halls. He stopped at a large glass container, and it seemed as though something was in it...something disgusting that is.

The artichoke banged on the container.

"DOES ANYONE KNOCK ANYMORE?!!?" Came a raspy voice

from within.

"M'Lor, Director Krennic has arrived and wishes to see you momentarily...a-heh-heh.."

The contents in the

glass container were sucked up into a tube, then re-emerged in another room. A familiar (*"inhale...exhal

e...inhale...exhale"*) was heard.

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Krennic walked through the halls until he encountered the artichoke, who directed him to a large door.

The door opened up, spilling out smoke.

Orson Krennic shuddered slightly.

Amidst all the smoke wrapping around him, completely covered in black, wheezing with every step, came Lord Verdura.

"...Ahhh...Director Krennic..." he said. "So lovely to finally see you again..."

"L-L-Likewise, S-S-Sir!" Said Orson.

"Is the Weapon ready?" Verdura asked, circling him like an army drill sergeant.

"Yes, sir." Said Orson. "But the Republic seeks to destroy it...someone, someone is feeding them insane delusions of grandeur that they can overtake us, sir, they are forming a Rebellion!"

Verdura stared at him.

"Did y-did you even hear what I

had to say?"

"...Tart-Kin has told me that you've got a little secret, one that

COULD POSSIBLY BRING YOUR CAREER CRASHING DOWN!!" Verdura yelled at Orson's face. He inhaled, then exhaled.

"Would you mind sharing it with I, your BOSS?!"

"Oh n-no please!" Krennic was silenced.

Verdura stayed, locked onto Krennic's gaze. He thought about what he saw in Krennic's mind, then slowly, he did something no one would think a Sith Lord like he would do...

Verdura laughed.

He laughed a strange half-man half-machine laugh somewhat like an auto-tuned voice.

"My...HAHAHAAA...MY BEST MAN...MY BEST GUY ON THE JOB's got a...A MUFFIN TOP AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHHH!!"

Verdura flung Orson into a wall with the Lite Vinaigrette.

"NO!!' A Director of such a high

standard organization should never have a ridiculous physique that characterizes him as..." Verdura

inhaled. "...soft. What do you think this will do to our public image as the Bad Guys, MAN?!!"

Verdura flung Orson into a wall with the Lite Vinaigrette again.

"Unless you lose that...that disgrace to the Empire," said Verdura, "You are fired permenantly."

"Y-yessir.." was all Orson could say.

Orson Krennic started to walk away, and when he sighed a sigh of relief it felt like he could not do so.

He tried to breathe, but the hot white fire of congested lungs overtook him and he turned purple.

Then he saw why this was happening.

Verdura was choking him.

He felt it in his throat, his lungs, especially in his stomach, his most concealed part. He dropped to the floor, like a fish, gasping for air. The Sith Lord chuckled, this was way too much for him to handle in one day.

"Be careful not to "choke" on your aspirations, 'Director Jelly-Belly'" Verdura laughed.