In retrospect, there had been warnings that the plan hadn't been going quite as smoothly as expected. The fact that her mother had only mentioned Harper during her rare, drunken spats. The sheer amount of credits included in his bounty. The fact that he'd allegedly stolen an Imperial TIE fighter and left the pilot stripped naked in the nearest cantina--- and on Coruscant, of all damn places.
Oh, and that his soldiers had mangled a grand total of nine of storm troopers in the name of combat readiness. Five were dead. The others might survive by the grace of bacta gel and sheer dumb luck. And now there was a commotion down in the training grounds that she'd only just resolved - temporarily - without anyone dropping more bodies.
Damn it all.
Harper - the smiling bastard - hardly seemed concerned. The rebels had gone to ground. And Krennic's ambitions were running unchecked.
Something had changed. Harper's allegiances, mainly.
Worryingly, it occurred to Maketh that she didn't know her uncle that well. Her mother had yelled about him on occasion.
That should have been a warning.
She marched over to his quarters with a fury on her mind, enough that even the Death Troopers seemed surprised by it, and a bloody Mandalorian helmet in her hand.
Her uniform was scorched and smelled of whiskey where someone had upended a glass on her.
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Date: 2017-02-06 10:27 pm (UTC)Oh, and that his soldiers had mangled a grand total of nine of storm troopers in the name of combat readiness. Five were dead. The others might survive by the grace of bacta gel and sheer dumb luck. And now there was a commotion down in the training grounds that she'd only just resolved - temporarily - without anyone dropping more bodies.
Damn it all.
Harper - the smiling bastard - hardly seemed concerned. The rebels had gone to ground. And Krennic's ambitions were running unchecked.
Something had changed. Harper's allegiances, mainly.
Worryingly, it occurred to Maketh that she didn't know her uncle that well. Her mother had yelled about him on occasion.
That should have been a warning.
She marched over to his quarters with a fury on her mind, enough that even the Death Troopers seemed surprised by it, and a bloody Mandalorian helmet in her hand.
Her uniform was scorched and smelled of whiskey where someone had upended a glass on her.
"Krennic! Do you know what you've done!?"