Snippet #2692594

As the assassin brought the pod into the throne room countless silver masked individuals stood silently against the walls. The Force adepts simply remained at the ready as they stood motionless with hands behind their backs and sabers sitting at their sides in all manner of forms.

When the young assassin spoke Mor could only look upon her with both disdain and utter contempt. "And did I give the order for you to try and open it?" Mor asked with a bit of an edge to his voice. He could hardly blame her for trying to appease him but now was neither the time or the place.

'We've lost our edge today. Not ever again shall it happen do you understand me!" His voice caused even the silver masked acolytes to cringe as the force ebbed with his every word. "Do not deviate from my word again....."

Mor found himself suddenly amused as the contents of the escape pod seemed to come to life and fall upon the floor. The young man was something indeed and when Mor gently reached out with the force to this fellow he simply found what he had expected.

"Something different." Mor muttered quietly as he took several steps towards the young man only to stand tall and mighty for nearly a second just to then simply offer a hand down towards the young fellow to help him rise up.