Board Thread:Special Projects Division/@comment-25867149-20170208221635/@comment-4501923-20170512231817

“Rise.”

The solemn voice carried through the chilly air, within an aura of command. The young man, on bended knee, rose from the ground, blinking his eyes open. “Yes, my master.”

Darth Calculus sat on his throne, staring at young Darth Easy-Bake Oven. For several moments, the two sat there, staring at one another in silence. Finally, Calculus broke the silence. “You’ve served me well, my apprentice.”

Easy-Bake Oven smirked, glad to get any little bit of complimentary words directed to him.

“But you’ve screwed up your last assignment.”

The smile disappeared from Easy-Bake Oven’s face. “M-my lord? How, might I ask, have I ‘screwed up my last assignment’?”

Calculus stood. “I sense sarcasm and defiance in your voice, my apprentice.”

Easy-Bake Oven shook his head. “No, master. It’s just that…I don’t understand how, exactly, I’ve caused this mission to be a blunder.”

Calculus stepped down one of the smooth stone stairs before his throne. “You don’t, my apprentice?”

The younger Sith shook his head. “N-no, master, I don’t.”

Calculus stepped down again. “Let me spell it out for you, my young apprentice.” As he spoke, he counted on his fingers. “One: you let Culpaldo escape. Two: you let that blasted clone captain blow up your shuttle. And three: you made me leave in the middle of Rogue One for the twentieth time to come and pick you up!”

“My master, I’m so—”

“Sorry doesn’t fix it!” Calculus barked. “Do you know how upsetting it is to have to leave right as the Battle of Scarif begins? Not only was I left out of it, I can’t even watch the whole thing!”

“I’m terribly sorry, Lord Calculus. I’ll try to—”

“You won’t try anything, Darth Easy-Bake Oven. You will do this assignment without any blunders—or suffer the consequences.” He turned around, clasping his hands together behind his back. “A young man—Billy Acachalla—is at his home on Earth currently. I need you to go get him and bring him to me—no mix-ups! It must be done. He is the key.”

“It will be done, my lord,” the younger of the two replied. He turned and walked to the door of Calculus’s chamber.

“Be on the lookout for Culpaldo,” Calculus started. “She’s also searching for young Acachalla. If the Jedi get to him before we do—then it’s all over.”

Easy-Bake Oven nodded. “Yes, my lord.” With that, he strode out of the room and into the corridor.