Star Wars: Ryloth Under Siege/ Chapter 3: The Plans

Clone War clone trooper veteran and sergeant, Wesson entered the visually dark office of Major Scrape. There, the major stood looking out the windowed wall with his hands touching behind his back. Immediately, he knew who it was who just entered. “You summoned me, sir?” Wesson asked, shaking a bit.

“Indeed I did. Welcome, Sergeant,” Scrape replied without turning around. It was passed sundown and almost everything was pitch black. Their surroundings on the unknown planet they were on had some lighting to it, due to the fact that there were other life-forms that worked at night, civilians.

“Is there a problem, sir?” Wesson tried to consist of a more deep tone to his voice. He did not want to basically notify his superior that he felt somewhat threatened by him.

Turning around, Scrape answered, “Yes, there is.” There was a pause in the air. “You!”

Wesson stepped back a little. He cleared his throat. “What about, sir?”

“You lack the motivation, don’t you, Wesson?”

“Sir?”

Major Scrape walked towards Wesson as the sergeant gulped. Scrape smirked as Wesson did that. “You used to be known as Want in Wesson. Always getting in on the action. Now, you’re a shy son of a gun who’s no longer determined to go in the front lines.” Wesson did not reply back. He just stood at attention until Scrape walked even closer to him but this time, with his rifle. “You see this?” He did not aim it at Wesson, but he carried it closer to him. “This is the weapon I’ve been using since the Clone War. It has made me aggressive and stronger than my opponents and allies. I want you to have it,” Scrape handed his beloved weapon to Wesson.

“Sir, I can’t separate you from your weapon,” Wesson admitted.

“Ah, this is the attitude you and I can live without. Take it.”

Wesson smiled in great pride and honor. On his way out, he ceased his stepping and turned around. “Sir, I always thought that you killed your colleague Commander Camo. But from what you just did right here, proves that you are a great human being. Thanks for not giving up hope on me, sir. War is just Hell,” Wesson said. Major Scrape’s eyes lit up once the sergeant mentioned Camo, who was in his cadet squadron. There was yet another pause. “I’ll let myself out.”

“Wait,” Scrape yelled. “We just got word that Han Solo and his fatass wookie friend infiltrated one of my secret mini bases on Dantooine. They might be looking at my plans to take over Ryloth-”

“Plans? What plans?” Wesson asked.

“Plans, Wesson. Plans for our new Empire to take over the galaxy and restore order. Ryloth is now a feudal meritocracy. They have selected people that are potentially capable of running. Well, they were wrong to pick them. It has to be under our own control. Understood?” Scrape announced.

“Sir, yes, sir!”