Arthus stood on the deck of his Executor Class Super Star Destroyer, simply marveling at the endlessness of space, no matter how much time he spent in it's vast expanses it never ceased to amaze him. "It's in range sir." One of his Navigation Officer's said, breaking him from his trance-like state.
"Good, good. Send out a squad of Scout TIEs."
"Yes sir."
Arthus saw the squad of five leave the ship. He watched them until they disappeared. "Alert me of any developments." He said to his Communications Officer as he turned to the turbo lift. His quarters were in the middle of the ship deep within it's bowels. As he entered his personal chambers the lights came on and a soft female voice said, "Welcome back Grand Moff." He looked to the side and examined his collection of lightsabers he had accumulated during his days as a trooper. They were mounted in their own brackets side-by-side, four of them. He pressed a button in front of the display and they activated simultaneously. The one on the left was blue, it came from a Jedi that must have had a death wish as he tried to take on an entire Star Destroyer single handed. He had shot this one in the back. The second one was yellow, belonging to a powerful Jedi. No amount of skill with a lightsaber however, could save you from a well placed thermal detonator. The next was green, he lost a lot of good men to this one. It took almost a hundred men to wear him down to the point he could be killed, he enjoyed the death of this one most of all. The fourth was a vivid purple, this one not really a Jedi so much as some lunatic who learned how to control the force. Despite that however his grasp on the force was rather weak and he was easily surrounded and gunned down. He hoped to someday add to his collection.
"Good, good. Send out a squad of Scout TIEs."
"Yes sir."
Arthus saw the squad of five leave the ship. He watched them until they disappeared. "Alert me of any developments." He said to his Communications Officer as he turned to the turbo lift. His quarters were in the middle of the ship deep within it's bowels. As he entered his personal chambers the lights came on and a soft female voice said, "Welcome back Grand Moff." He looked to the side and examined his collection of lightsabers he had accumulated during his days as a trooper. They were mounted in their own brackets side-by-side, four of them. He pressed a button in front of the display and they activated simultaneously. The one on the left was blue, it came from a Jedi that must have had a death wish as he tried to take on an entire Star Destroyer single handed. He had shot this one in the back. The second one was yellow, belonging to a powerful Jedi. No amount of skill with a lightsaber however, could save you from a well placed thermal detonator. The next was green, he lost a lot of good men to this one. It took almost a hundred men to wear him down to the point he could be killed, he enjoyed the death of this one most of all. The fourth was a vivid purple, this one not really a Jedi so much as some lunatic who learned how to control the force. Despite that however his grasp on the force was rather weak and he was easily surrounded and gunned down. He hoped to someday add to his collection.