Several retro thrusters fired as the lead shuttle landed. As the ramp lowered from the shuttle, a second shuttle landed. Off the second, several troopers in white off loaded and ran to the first ramp and assumed parade formation. A man in a dark gray uniform stepped off. His hair was slightly white on a dark brown head. His arms folded behind him. As he stepped to one of the troopers in white, a second gray uniform stepped down the ram. The young man was tall with an athletic build. His own dark hair was cut short. His own uniformed identified his rank as lieutenant while the uniform of the first officer down was admiral. The admiral watched as the lieutenant and four of the ten troopers headed off to an apartment building in one of Coruscant's sky rises. The wind howled around them, but they did little to move.
The young man halted the troopers in front of a door and knocked soundly. It was answered by an elderly woman. She smiled pleasantly recognizing the young man instantly. A mother never forgets her son. "My sweet little boy!" She reached out to grab him and pull her into her arms, but he didn't move.
"Mother, I need you and Father to step out of the house." His tone was cold, and full of authority.
Tears began to well up in his mother's eyes. She was speechless as a tall, well dressed man stepped to the door. "Who is it, dear.." He started, only to finish as he met his son's stone cold auburn eyes. "What is the meaning of this!"
"Father, you are under arrest for treason against the Empire!" The lieutenant announced clearly.
"This is preposterous! I demand to see your warrant!" The father yelled back.
The young man pulled a small code cylinder from his pocket and handed it to his father. "You will clearly see it is completely official. It seems that you've been talking too much about the Empire to your business partners, Father. You're *loyal* business partners." The young man informed with smug look on his face.
The father slide the cylinder through a nearby pad and read the warrant. "How can you do this?" His mother cried out.
The young lieutenant turned to his mother. "With the same execution that Father conducts business." The lieutenant stepped out of the way. "Step out of the house, or the troopers will come in to retrieve you."
The father began shouting at the top of his lungs about his loyalty while the mother slumped to the floor crying. The father constantly demand that there be an apology while the mother asked for the dream to stop. The young lieutenant let this prattle on for a moment or so longer, before he raised a hand and snapped his fingers. The parents were seized harshly, each by two of the troopers, and dragged out back towards the awaiting shuttles. They were placed near the edge of the platform and held each other as the other troopers took up a semi-circle around them to keep them from running off.
"It is by imperial decree that the two of you should be executed for the crime of treason against the Empire."
The mother fell into her husband's chest and began crying hard, while the father shook his fist. "You'll not get away way with this!"
The captain of the troopers called out the stages of the execution. The final command was barked out by the young lieutenant. No one saw what happened to the bodies as they plumited off the edge of the landing platform. But before they hit ground, the shuttles were already lifting off.
The young man halted the troopers in front of a door and knocked soundly. It was answered by an elderly woman. She smiled pleasantly recognizing the young man instantly. A mother never forgets her son. "My sweet little boy!" She reached out to grab him and pull her into her arms, but he didn't move.
"Mother, I need you and Father to step out of the house." His tone was cold, and full of authority.
Tears began to well up in his mother's eyes. She was speechless as a tall, well dressed man stepped to the door. "Who is it, dear.." He started, only to finish as he met his son's stone cold auburn eyes. "What is the meaning of this!"
"Father, you are under arrest for treason against the Empire!" The lieutenant announced clearly.
"This is preposterous! I demand to see your warrant!" The father yelled back.
The young man pulled a small code cylinder from his pocket and handed it to his father. "You will clearly see it is completely official. It seems that you've been talking too much about the Empire to your business partners, Father. You're *loyal* business partners." The young man informed with smug look on his face.
The father slide the cylinder through a nearby pad and read the warrant. "How can you do this?" His mother cried out.
The young lieutenant turned to his mother. "With the same execution that Father conducts business." The lieutenant stepped out of the way. "Step out of the house, or the troopers will come in to retrieve you."
The father began shouting at the top of his lungs about his loyalty while the mother slumped to the floor crying. The father constantly demand that there be an apology while the mother asked for the dream to stop. The young lieutenant let this prattle on for a moment or so longer, before he raised a hand and snapped his fingers. The parents were seized harshly, each by two of the troopers, and dragged out back towards the awaiting shuttles. They were placed near the edge of the platform and held each other as the other troopers took up a semi-circle around them to keep them from running off.
"It is by imperial decree that the two of you should be executed for the crime of treason against the Empire."
The mother fell into her husband's chest and began crying hard, while the father shook his fist. "You'll not get away way with this!"
The captain of the troopers called out the stages of the execution. The final command was barked out by the young lieutenant. No one saw what happened to the bodies as they plumited off the edge of the landing platform. But before they hit ground, the shuttles were already lifting off.