Title: Always
Author: XVIII
Rating: PG13
Setting: A/U
Pairing: Obi/Ami
Summary: An interlude…
Archive: Ask me first!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything belongs to Mr. Lucas.
Interlude 1: Planning
The General looked out from the bridge of his gigantic cruiser. He hated waiting, but his time would soon come.
Soon…
"General, the fleet is ready!" A humanoid creature reported to the General as the creature entered the bridge. He took his place at the General's side as the stars flew behind them at lightspeed. A crew of over two hundred people bustled around the ship, coming in and out of the bridge.
"What is the count?" The General asked in a deep monotone that sent a chill down the creature's spine.
"We have about two hundred Mandalorian destroyers, sixty transports, seventeen cruisers, and about a thousand droid fighters ready, sir."
"Good. Are the troops ready to fight?"
"Yes, General. Everyone is ready."
The General smiled a wicked, twisted smile.
"Good. Is he ready?"
"Docking Bay Four, sir. He wishes to talk to you himself."
"Good. Stay here."
The General briskly walked out the door and into the vast hallways that connected the ship's rooms together.
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"Ah, good, you have made it." The doors closed behind the General as he entered the docking bay. A tall man with brown hair and a stubby beard greeted him with a slight nod. He was fully clothed in armor and two blasters hung at his side.
"You are ready to lead our forces in the attack, are you not?"
The man just nodded. He placed his helmet over his head, giving him a more intimidating look than before. The silver of the helmet and armor gleamed off the lights. The General nodded curtly.
"Very well. You may proceed. May the gods be with you and may victory come to us," the General said, reciting a Mandalorian ritual.
"Yes, thank you," the other man said, "and thanks for the armor, too."
He pressed a button on his gauntlet and the ramp on his ship lowered down for him. He walked up, and before shutting the door, he gave the General a final salute before climbing into the cockpit, powering up the ship, and blasting off.
After the vessel had exited, the General turned to his lieutenant, who had just entered the room.
"Do you really think that this human will be a capable leader?"
The General smiled his evil smile.
"Of course. Why else do you think I selected him? This Jango Fett is one of the most dangerous people in the universe. I'm sure he will lead our troops admirably."
"Yes, my lord. We will be victorious."
The General smiled again as the lieutenant walked away.
*Yes we will,* he thought, looking at his robotic left arm. He flexed his fingers and gripped his blaster.
*Revenge will be sweet.*