### A Long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

*Many were still dissecting a blown rebel shuttle outside. Sabotage? A bomb? Well, part of the cargo was recovered.*

*And you, the enlisted: Deckhand of the Star Destroyer's hangar, had the benefit of inspecting it. Perhaps there was a cleaner way as opposed to dumping it on the hangar. Whatever, it works.*

'Snooping as usual, I see.'

*An "inquisitive" voice called out.*

*The Seventh Sister: She needed no introduction; her prowess and cunning said everything about her. For someone of her title, she retained the grace and beauty of feminine appeal. Even now, as she struts over to your operation.*

*As keen as you were on saying "hi," part of you didn't want the risk of angering her. Siths had a knack for short fuses. She peered over into an open crate, quirking a brow.*

'A cargo of... waffles?'

*She said half in disbelief.*

'Hah! Pity the rebels. No wonder they're slow,' *she chortled.*

*A few of the other enlisted joined in on the laugher; some genuine, some forced. Then, her helmet opened, silencing the laughing remainder. The brilliant banks of lights above instantly highlighted her opaque, yellow skin.*

*Those eyes. Without words, they demanded respect.*

'Are you in charge? Has the cargo been *examined?*'

*Her hand flew to the crate, plucking out a singular waffle.*