Drayven ponders his history with the man that threatened his career as he prepares to mobilize against the local Rebels.
About this creation
It's been a few years since the creation of the Galactic Empire and the end of the Clone Wars. Now Governor Vanon, appointed by Grand Moff Tarkin, controls an entire sector. Unfortunately, for a year now the sector has been plagued by a crime ring based in the Capital's underworld, led by the notorious warlord Matthias Slade.
But today, the problem may finally come to an end, as Agent Nooram returns to the primary base with Matthias Slade as a hostage.
High Colonel Drayven waits eagerly at the landing zone, watching a squad of shock troopers leave the transport followed by Agent Nooram and Matthias Slade.
"Nooram!" Drayven greets his friend. "I see we finally have the vermin in custody!"
"Indeed!" Nooram agrees. "Perhaps the citizens of the Capital can finally sleep well."
"Excellent work." Their sector commander, Governor Vanon, says to the shock troopers and Nooram. "You have proved reliable. Say, Agent Nooram. What, may I ask, are you holding?"
"Slade's rifle, Governor." Nooram answers, holding it up. "Don't let its size fool you. It packs quite a punch. It's more of a handheld artillery piece than a rifle."
"May I see it?" Vanon asks, holding out his hand.
"But of course, sir." Nooram hands the commander Slade's rifle.
"Easy there, old friend." Drayven watches Vanon take the rifle into his hands.
"Don't worry about me, Warrick." Vanon waves his Colonel's concerns off. "The Clone Wars taught me how to use a rifle."
Those present watch as Vanon holds up the rifle and gets a feel for it, carefully taking aim at a nearby speeder bike and disengaging the multiple safeties.
"Now, Governor, take it eas-" Warrick tries to warn Vanon, but is cut off by a deafening crack.
A contained explosion snaps the speeder bike in two, its remains burning and its plating melting.
"Impressive!" Vanon roars approvingly, turning the safeties back on.
"Very!" Warrick agrees despite his shocked expression. "But how could a lowly criminal get his hands on such advanced firepower?"
"I know how to run the underworld and its resources, huttback." Slade speaks up for the first time since his capture. "This lowly criminal formed a black market empire and fought your supposed elite troops for an entire year."
"Yes, you did, didn't you?" Vanon ponders aloud as he hands the rifle back to Agent Nooram. "Nooram, change of plans. Perhaps we won't go with a life sentence... perhaps, service to the Empire would be a better option for this man."
"Captain Grimm!" Vanon orders the shock trooper leader over.
"Yes, sir!" The captain quickly marched into place.
"You and Lieutenant Roman, escort Matthias Slade to his cell, but don't hurt him. I have a feeling this man will be very beneficial to the Empire."
"Yes, sir!" Grimm repeats, saluting the governor.
We return to current time, mere hours after now-Governor Drayven received a warning that his efforts against the local Rebel cell were not good enough for Tarkin.
"Governor, I brought Agent Nooram, as per your request." Captain Aldin says, gesturing to the accompanying ISB agent.
"Thank you, Aldin. That will be all." Drayven nods to his Captain, who nods back and leaves the office.
"I apologize for the delay, Warrick." Nooram removes his hat and sets it on Drayven's desk. "I was in a call with Agent Cross, details about some bounty hunter."
"Not a problem, Damian, not a problem." Drayven assures his colleague. "Sit, please. Will you have wine? It's a Nubian Blue."
"Yes, thank you." Nooram nods, sitting down.
"I apologize, my friend, but I'm afraid we'll need to focus on more than catching up." Drayven apologizes as he pours the vintage drink into a glass for his friend.
"I understand. This must be about Slade's visit. How's he doing, by the way?"
"Oh, he's fine, I suppose." Drayven suppresses a frown as he pours himself a glass. "He's very focused on his new job, but I suppose with reason."
"Yes, the Rebels are keeping us quite busy." Nooram agrees with a sip of his drink. "Out in the field we've been dealing with more air strikes than we're comfortable with."
"Well, I do believe it's time to take a more direct approach." Drayven turns and glances at his wall of terminals and scanners. "I must admit I blame myself for how far they've gotten over the years."
"Don't sell yourself short. What kind of approach?" Nooram asks with curiosity, having already finished half of his wine.
The Governor sets down his wine and stands up slowly, looking out the window of his office at the airfield. "I need you and Darth Corvus to work in tandem to attack these Rebels on several fronts at once."
"Corvus?" Nooram grits his teeth in anger and his grip on the glass tightens, his blood boiling. "That two-faced son of-"
"Nooram, please." Drayven turns to his friend. "He makes me uneasy as well, but he is a valuable asset to the Imperial cause."
"...very well." Nooram pauses in the silence, downing the rest of his glass and standing up. "But I trust that man about as far as I can throw him. You and Aldin, and Slade, you're the ones I trust."
"Vanon certainly knew how to assemble a good team." Drayven smiles to his friend. "Now, feel free to return to your duties. I have to manage the finer details and get Darth Corvus onto this base."
"Of course." Nooram dons his hat and salutes the Governor, before returning to ease. "It was nice to speak with you again, Warrick."
"And you, Damian." Drayen grins to his friend, watching him leave the office.
Feeling better despite Slade's surprise visit, Drayven's smile stays on his face.
It begins to falter, however, as he looks at the rifle on display by the wall of his office. He sighs slowly, unable to look away.
"I hope it goes differently next time, old friend." Drayven says to himself quietly.