Mav - ka - E - In
This all felt like an improvement. Something like no other. Something unexpected and new. But, Mavka didn't want it.
Lieutenant Sytnnix and Mavka were waiting in a lift. The elevator door opened from behind them, and there came a group of stormtroopers. Their presence was overwhelming. But nothing was sure to happen.
Finally, the doors in front of them shifted open. And they appeared to be in a large room with many workers, technicians, and Imperial officers. Many of the employees were on these desks. A dozen of working bees.
The two stepped out as they kept moving forward. Mavka could sense an approaching figure closing in on them. A tall, scrawny man wearing a white uniform.
"Stop." He said. Commanding them to halt their movement.
Stynnix turned her head at the man. Slightly confused.
"Lieutenant Stynnix." He greeted. Then he glanced at Mavka.
"Colonel Garmuth." Said Stynnix. A Colonel? Guess that explains why he appeared to be distinctive-looking.
"What is the meaning of this?" Questioned Stynnix. She seemed quite annoyed.
The man straighten his stance. Hands behind the back. "Security has increased. Ever since one of our own turned against us, it is my duty to monitor every rank that comes through.- Who are you escorting?" Stynnix cleared her throat.
"This is Assistant Ein." The Colonel gave a bewilderment look.
"Assistant? Of whom? I am unaware of this rank."
"She is the assistant of General Hux, sir. I am merely advising her." The Colonel continued to give a perplexed look. He takes a few glances at Mavka. Yet, he is not convinced.
"Let me see that." The Colonel orders the young Lieutenant to hand over her datapad. Stynnix rolls her eyes. But she complies anyway. Giving the Colonel the datapad, he studies it for a while. As he keeps his eyes on the datapad... "I find it hard to believe that the General would consider this troubled alien to be his peculiar assistant."
As he scrolls through the datapad, his eyes are fixated on what he sees.
"An ex-Death Trooper, relegated for assaulting their counterparts." He jeers. His expression was beginning to pester Mavka. Small chuckles here and there.
"Tell me you are tooling with me." Says the Colonel. But the young lieutenant kept a still face. Stynnix seemed like she wanted to agree with him. Nevertheless, she didn't heed to his disbelief.
"With all due respect, sir, if you have not been acknowledged. Ein...- saved the General from a spy." Said Stynnix. Mavka throughout this conversation just stood still and kept quiet. Feeling mixed emotions from this discussion regarding her position and appearance. With Stynnix's statement, the Colonel quieted down, then glanced at Mavka, then back at the Lieutenant.
"Very well, on your way then, I'll see to this with the General himself." Finally, the Colonel gave his last words and dismissed the two. Lieutenant Stynnix nodded at his command and finally, they moved once again. Mavka looked left and right, as they passed through a large room with many operators on individual desks; they all took sharp glimpses at her.
Mavka felt deeply insecure, the knife of diffidence stabbing through her flesh of emotions.
She turned to Stynnix. "Lieutenant Stynnix. Where do we go?" She asked.
"The Regimentals. You will be given an entirely new uniform to designate your duty. A few inquiries and then I will advise with a few essential items." Stynnix replied. Mavka looked at her with a blank stare. A whole chunk load she had to register into her mind.
Then, they proceeded on their way to the dry cleaners, or wherever the uniforms are usually kept.
Footsteps of man parade on the polished, mottled floors. His white uniform, high-security access keys plastered across his chest with a quick-draw shoulder holster. He marched his way towards where was told the whereabouts of the General would take place. His face was tense; pulled on the strings of enormity.
A door in front of him revealed itself open, he slowly walked into a room that is believed to be the conference room. It was indeed occupied; a meeting in progress. His presence wasn't entirely an interference to this meeting. The room was large and wide. Dark as well. At the end of that conference table was the infamous Kylo Ren. Colonel Garmuth took an uneasy glance at the sith.
He patiently waited for the meeting to finish.
Finally, the established members in the conference room moved. They appeared to be leaving their seats.
Colonel Garmuth composed his posture and caught the General at the right step.
"General Hux, sir, If I may have a word." The General lowered at the Colonel; immediately you can see nuisance in his eyes.
"Very well. Make it quick, Colonel."
"I have come in contact with Lieutenant Stynnix. She was accompanying an alien who is apparently your assistant? I needed to hear if that had been confirmed by you, sir." General Hux paused at his observation.
"Yes, it is positively been confirmed by me, Colonel. I don't see why you have come all this way to validate this information." General Hux then proceeded to exit the conference room; slightly uninterested in this conversation. Colonel Garmuth soon followed him as he was intrigued to speak his mind.
"If I may, provide you with the knowledge I know of her kind..." General Hux kept quiet as Colonel Garmuth followed him intently.
"Spare me the facts, I do not need a history lesson." The General replied ignorantly.
"You're not keeping the alien girl simply for..." The Colonel cleared his throat and came closer to the General's hearing proximity.
"Enjoyment...?
Then, General Hux turned at the Colonel with unnerving, profound eyes.
"What?" General Hux glared, his expression beyond piqued. "Remove that putrid thought out of your head now, Colonel. This discussion has ended." The General didn't want to make any more contact with the Colonel, now that he has heard his remark.
Mavka and Lieutenant Stynnix shortly arrived at the dressing area where there were many operated steam iron working on some uniforms.
Stynnix waited outside a dressing room where Mavka was occupied with changing her clothes. Mavka was finally done with the task and slowly exited out the rooms where she met with Stynnix who held a datapad in her arms. Then she looked at Mavka. Mavka's uniform was just like any other Imperial Officer's attire. High-collared tunic and knee-high boots. Her uniform was pure black, but it didn't have the flared hipped breeches; it existed but it wasn't overly exaggerated.
"Well, now that you are properly dressed for your ranking. I will provide you with some essentials." They walked over to a table where there were items placed neatly on the surface.
"These are yours; access cylinders and a ranking insignia." Mavka gently grabbed a cylinder, she examined it with scintillating eyes. Being given this administration made the strain in her body stiffen. Perhaps in all her miserable working days; she was thankful for this outcoming. A sudden rush of confidence zoomed past her. Stynnix watched Mavka's gesture.
"As you have gathered your things... There is an important event later." Mavka, as she equipped her essentials took a glance at the Lieutenant.
"The Hosnian Cataclysm. You will have to join the rest of the Imperial ranks." Said the Lieutenant. The Hosnian Cataclysm? Mavka was familiar with the Hosnian system. It was the capital of the New Republic. She hardly familiarize herself with the New Republic.
"...The Hos...nian... Cat-taclysm...?" Mavka attempted to repeat.
"The Destruction of the Hosnian Prime. It will take place in the Starkiller Base where you shall join the General and others." Stynnix took a glance at her datapad then back at Mavka who seemingly held an agitating look. Mavka contemplated for a moment.
"Where will you be...?" Mavka asked.
"Here, on the Finalizer. I have many other matters to attend to. I won't be there alongside you." Replied Stynnix. "That is all." Then the Lieutenant took notice of her uneasy expression.
"There is no need to feel fraught. It is an important foundation for the First Order." The Lieutenant sighed. "I shall be on my way then. You are to meet with General Hux on the Starkiller Base." Stynnix held her datapad close to her and headed out for the exit.
"-Where...?" Mavka asked but the Lieutenant had already left before her words were heard. Mavka adjusted her tight uniform and began to leave the premises.