by TyrannoTitan » Thu Jul 23, 2009 8:54 am
Fox's ship roared onward, nearing a massive shape in the distance, which was barely illuminated by the nearest sun. Upon nearing the shape, it was revealed to be a large space station, built like a massive compact disc, which slowly rotated, while the entire station moved as well, seemingly on a gravitational track. The ship, tiny in comparison, docked within a small port at the top of one side of the complex, landing softly before the ramp was extended to allow descent to the hanger.
Two Komodos, their armor a rich mix of silver and black, stepped out of the recesses of the hanger, approaching the ship as Fox stepped out, still in the armored suit. Without a word, the Komodos moved past Fox and stood at the end of the ramp, the cell holding the Sith suddenly filling rapidly with a heavy gas, knocking Revan out yet again. A few minutes later, the Sith Lord was brought out on a metallic stretcher by a few small, round machines, which grasped each end of the floating stretcher with barely visible fields of energy, allowing them to manipulate the object without any actual limbs.
As Revan was taken into the eerily silent station, Fox raised his wrist to his face, just as the device flickered to life, showing a display that measured sound from the other end of the communication line. "Master?" a deep, mechanical voice emitted from the device, showing only a hint of emotion, while the line display fluctuated with the sound. "We have what we want. As such, I will be busy for an unknown amount of time...personally overseeing the...treatment of our guest. You are in charge of all military activities until I return. Lead the Imperials where you wish...you know the situation." Fox responded back, face plate still distorting his voice. "And the others?" the voice responded, line wavering yet again. "They are none of our concern now. They will receive the same attention, however, should they decide to aid the Imperials." Fox responded, the communication link breaking a few moments later, the armored figure heading after the long departed stretcher...