Feelin' Purrgi

Tobias was in his office, taking in reports from what has been sent to him by the New Republic Generals Lando Calrissian and Han Solo. Luke Skywalker still hadn't showed up after his apprentice had given away some information. It was rather annoying, feeling ignored or just being set aside for later.

How long did Luke Skywalker think he would stick around in the Naboo System? Let alone the Chommell Sector? Staring at the Datapad which was in his hand, he didn't really feel like reading it.

Glancing over towards the door which belonged to the so-called Moff Tavira, he turned in his chair towards the window settled behind him. His eyes settled upon the outer hull of the executor class star destroyer.

He loved looking at its dark sleek paint job. That was until the onboard communicator, pretty much a phone extension, began to blink. Raising a brow, he tapped it to answer the call.

"Sir, we're picking up Hyperspace vector signatures. 70% Purrgil, but there is something else with them." Waylin said, his adjacent commander of the vessel. "It's the size of an Imperial Star Destroyer."

Raising a brow hearing this, he only heard of one event which could possibly fit what they were picking up. An event which had originally happened just years ago on the other side of the galaxy.

"Why would they be over here?" His eyes narrowed forward and tapped the communicator. "Is there anything else you're picking up, Captain?"

Shaking her head as she looked out the portview window of the main bridge, she could only imagine what was going to come out into realspace. "Actually," she stared at an anomaly which was being picked up on scans. "There's a temporal flux which is relevant to a relativity shield failure..."

She was suggesting that these purrgil had time traveled due to the Star Destroyer's relativity shield failing, or possibly inverting. In legends, this wouldn't be the first time this happened. Though in canon, it was probably the very first time...

"Shit," Tobias cursed as he watched the Chimaera come out of hyperspace with a handful of Purrgils clinging to it. This was definitely a sight, but not something that was welcome.

"All ships to battle alert, repeat, this is not a drill. All ships to battle alert." Even as this announcement resonated throughout the fleet, the destroyers and cruisers closest to the purrgils were trying to make some space between them while firing at them on sight.

These beings were known for destroying ships in and out of hyperspace. Be it just smashing into ships in hyperspace or crashing into them on their way to their jump point. These beings no matter how majestic, were a deadly pest.

Tobias watched out the office window, his eyes narrowing on two humanoids who were floating in space, lifelessly. One of them was a blue skinned man and the other was a human. Ezra Bridger, a Jedi and Thrawn a Chiss.

He let out a soft sigh seeing this. It seemed the blast shields for the viewports didn't come down and they had been sucked out into space. He slowly nodded and opened a frequency to the Corvus.

"Inferno Squad, appropriate the bodies at the bridge of the Star Destroyer, we'll attempt to revive them." Tobias said over the comms before terminating his transmission, he didn't wait for a reply.

"Yes... Sir?" One of the crew officers on board of the Corvus responded after the transmission had already been cut. They then informed the helm officers and navigators who would begin to plot their destination.

Within several minutes they would have brought the bodies on board the Corvus. While they had been floating lifelessly, it seemed Ezra Bridgers was in a comatose state, preserved mainly by the use of the force. On the other hand, Thrawn was dead as a doornail, death by asphyxiation.

The corvette would make its way carefully back towards the Super Star Destroyer known as the Guardian. It dodged about three purrgils on its way back, completely avoiding getting scrap on its new paint job.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate Purrgils?" Iden asked curiously as she looked at Del who shrugged.

Del just looked over at her after he shrugged and snickered aloud. "About a thousand times or so?" He had a teasing tone, but it was a serious answer. Imperial officers hated these creatures, with a passion.

Even then they were still relatively rare to the point that they weren't everywhere. It was only annoying as the death toll was about as high as shark attacks.

"Think he screwed the pooch yet?" Kraytia asked abruptly standing between the two agents. She consumed both of their gazes, a grin across her lips and a faint awkward expression on her face.

"You're doing that on purpose," Del said as he looked down at the shorter female, planting his elbow on the top of her head. It was rather careless of him, but she deserved it. All she does was shed a bad, or at least lecherous light on the Grand Moff whom had saved her life.

"Personally I don't think he has, not yet anyway." Iden sneered as she joined in for a little fun. She knocked on the glass slightly, "From what I remember, he still has a Queen, who's first in line."

Both Del and Kraytia just looked over at the woman who had spoken. They didn't expect this from Iden at all as she was always so up tight and orderly. Always so serious and empathetic about her own sentiments.

"What?"

"Nothing." Kraytia said as she drily whistled as she folded her arms behind her head and walked off. She seemingly disappeared behind the doors to the lift, heading down to the bodies which were held in the medbay.

Meanwhile Del simply went back to watching their approach toward the Guardian. "What do you think his Imperium is going to be like, once we actually go over to it?" He surmised that it would be different than the original Empire. Though at the same time, he wasn't the same as the Emperor, he seemed benevolent for the most part.

"I... Don't know. I'm sure there will be a time where we will be at peace. The warmongering of the previous Empire doesn't seem to be in his mindset."

Del could only nod in agreement as he acknowledged what she had just said to him. He had thought the exact same thing. Which was funny, it was as if the 'force' was allowing them to be on the same wavelength for a time.

"I'm sure we'll be used to it, much more than if we continued with the New Republic... We'd be continuously looked upon as monsters with a conscious, former murderers for the Empire." The thoughts were going through her head, but it wasn't bothering her as much as it bothered Del to hear this.

...

Within the hour, Ezra and Thrawn were both hooked up to life support systems. They were being placed in bio-regenerative stasis. Generally this held the individuals in suspended animation while it healed their entire bodies. This was often used to fix corpses, or necrotic patients, but it was also used for reviving beings whom were recently deceased prior to stasis.

The burnt flesh on Ezra's shoulder continued to mend itself. The damage done during the liberation of Lothal was all but scars, which to would eventually go away with the continued treatment.

Thrawn on the other hand barely and much of a response. He had been held in the tentacles of the Purrgil. That was something which was rare to happen, even to see.

He had several broken bones and torn ligaments, on top of the death by asphyxiation which would have probably caused brain damage. The regeneration treatments would mend any neural damage to the brain however, making sure everything worked good as new as soon as it started up again.

"The Empire he knew is gone," Tobias stated as he stood in the Medbay, looking over the not so living Grand Admiral of the Galactic Empire. He didn't really know how to respond to this. How would he respond to waking up five years later to find that everything he helped build, amounted to nothing?

That's when a ship wide announcement resounded throughout the lengthy corridors of the star dreadnought. The lights flickered slightly as a purrgil brushed against the outerhull of the Super Star Destroyer.

"Elite cadet pilots from the Academy on Dantooine have arrived, they're docking now. They'll be directed to your location shortly. Please, Standby Grand Moff."

Tobias simply stood there for a few moments. A vision brought before him by the force showed him Ahsoka Tano crawling through the maintenance shafts. Not only that, but he also sensed her, she wasn't hiding herself too well.

A small smirk made its way across his lips.

The twelve pilots which had come from Dantooine and brought all the way to the Chommell Sector, were directed to the Medbay. They would have made it to the main vertical door within the next thirty minutes, allowing it to open upward. The twelve walked in, all wearing black imperial jumpsuit with the inverted emblem on either shoulder.

Tobias turned around to look at the new recruits, his eyes scanning over each face. He wasn't necessarily looking for something familiar, but his eyes immediately landed on a familiar face.

For that moment, Sabine Wren and the Imperial Grand Moff locked eyes. The Mandalorian female was immediately nervous, alert, she knew right away she had been compromised. However instead of him pointing her out, he spoke up.

"Welcome Cadets, the Imperium greets you." He gestured for them to step forward, the disciplined group did as they were implied to do, follow his instructions.

Sabine had been in the center of the ground and had been nudged to the front. Out of all of the cadets present, she had the highest score and she was being held as the MVP. So she was pushed to the front as a boast.

Having been pushed to the front, the confident Mandalorian warrior looked up at the Moff who was only inches away. He hesitantly raised a hand, before resting it on her shoulder. Though she was about five foot six inches, she was still shorter than him by five inches. He then wrapped that arm around and grasped the back of her head with his hand. Pulling her into a one armed hug, "Congratulations." He whispered, moving her head to the side a bit as she tensed.

She was tempted to beat him down, but that's when her brown eyes centered on the boy being held in stasis. A green glow was surrounding the bodies of Ezra and Thrawn.

Sabine smiled faintly seeing this. She could see that Ezra's life signs were still being kept. It appeared he was in a comatose state, but he looked peaceful in suspended animation.

He then felt up the back of her head, her hair had grown out a bit and it was styled punkish yet again like before. "I prefer the brown, but the purple's nice." He commented before slowly releasing her, some of the other cadets rather confused about the embrace.

That's when Ahsoka Tano came dropping out of the nearby shaft and into the center of the Medbay. She had her sabers in hand, but they weren't yet ignited.

A handful of troopers stormed into the room. They weren't stormtroopers, at least they didn't look like them. Wearing sleek looking durasteel navy blue colored plate armor. They had kamas on their hips and pelvis region, their helmet was rather unique. It was similar to a mandalorian helmet, but it had a single crescent shaped visor on the face plate.

One their pauldrons however were silver stripes indicating rank. The ones present seemed to be privates and corporals with a single Captain and Commander. The CO and XOs not wearing helmets, revealing one to be female and the other to be male.

Before they could bellow their demands at the Togruta, he simply raised a hand, dismissing the soldiers with a wave of his hand. "Heya Snips," Tobias said as he curled in his lower lips, moistening them as they dried.

Ahsoka cringed hearing that name, it's been over twenty years since she had last heard it, and it wasn't something she wanted to hear from anyone else's mouth. Yet she remembered her training as a Jedi, and she had her own moral code she followed.

"Tobias Rune, hand over Ezra Bridger to–" Tano froze in the middle of her sentence as she could see the force emanating from the man. He was a walking Nexus, a vergence in the force.

"Ezra will be released when he wakes up, Padawan. You can stay as long as you'd like," his eyes then ventured over towards Sabine who was standing there with the rest of the recruits.

"And you're welcome to ACTUALLY join us. The Imperium is what the Empire should have been. Your creations wouldn't be used for evil here and your art would be honored," For the most part he knew the reason why Sabine had turned her back on the Empire. She thought she was making the Galaxy a better place, and yet the Empire had used her weapons as a way to terrorize her own people.