Star Wars: The New Wars/Chapter 5

Deimos's Shuttle docked slowly into Korriban, with his retreated armies. His small squadrion of basic soldiers carred Mira out as they approached the gates. A smile creeped onto Deimos's face as the door opended. They walked inside, and approached another set of gates. "Put 'er down here." Deimos demanded, and the soldiers did so. They placed down the small cell, and locked it up on the walls. Deimos gestured his hand to two of the four soldiers. "Guard her, side by side. NOW." Deimos barked at them, walking inside the old Sith Enclave, approaching the breifing room. "Alright, what went wrong men?" Deimos said, looking to a corporal. "Well?" He demanded. "Well, er.. Sir, our forces were low on both suppli-" He was cut off by Deimos. "I don't care what supplies were low, or whatever it was! I want to know why you idiots cannot supply cover fire!" "Because.... We were out of ammo! Why don't you even lsiten sir!?" "Don't bark at me like that, corporal. I'll have that rank demoted, and your head up in a plaque." Deimos said back. The corporal nodded, and kept quiet. [To be continued]