The Imperial Star Destroyer Quickkill moved sluggishly throughout the space surrounding Lekan. It knew nothing of the goings on in on the planet below it or on the goings on within itself. Never would it have cared if it did. The Universe was only a trivial thing to a ship.
One man who did care was Admiral Rakson. The cold Imperial officer wanted nothing more then to see the Empire to be reestablished. He had been watching this world for far too long. He would never turn to the Rebel side. He was no fool.
Things had been far too boring for Rakson here. He was practically overjoyed when some foolish Rebels blundered into his space. Perhaps he had overreacted a bit when he destroyed the Rebel ship, but his men had reported a Rebel fighter went down on the world. Perhaps it would not be a total loss.
If the pilot had survived the landing, the being would find them self in a maximum-security prison complex for criminals of all or any type. And if help returned for them... Rakson laughed quietly to himself. Oh, this would be fun.
