![]() "Fix the defenses so the tragedy at Yavin cannot possibly happen again!" Jerjerrod could imagine him saying that to a committee of men from the Imperial Navy and them nodding happily along and saying that they would make it happen. "Make it bigger!" the Emperor must have said. Someone - almost certainly the Emperor - had simply decided that there would be a second Death Star to replace the first. Thirteen days wasn't even enough time to write up the proper documentation necessary to commission a comprehensive feasibility study, let alone actually carry out such a study. He still remembered the day he'd unearthed that first draft from the bowels of the computer system and made the connection with the Battle of Yavin. When he'd heard that they were building a second Death Star, he had naively assumed that this was a rational, considered decision on the part of the Emperor and the Imperial Navy. Jerjerrod had only learned the date later on. He inevitably ended up back with the draft document that had brought the second Death Star project into being some thirteen days after the destruction of the first Death Star. It was times like this that he thought about where it had all gone wrong. Jejerrod went back to his office, stopping briefly in the bathroom to vomit up his breakfast. The Emperor is not as forgiving as I am." With that, the malevolent hand of the Emperor turned and walked back to his ship, not so much as pausing to look at the stormtroopers and officers that had been pulled away from their work in order to maintain appearances. It was all he could do to keep from collapsing. Yet he seemed incapable of correcting those in front of Lord Vader. "We shall double our efforts." Jerjerrod could feel himself shaking. And he is most displeased with your apparent lack of progress." "The Emperor's coming here?" asked Jerjerrod. "Then perhaps you can tell him when he arrives," replied Vader. The truth was that the Emperor had asked the impossible from the beginning, back when the very first plans had been drafted, before a single girder had been delivered into orbit around Endor. "But he asks the impossible," said Jerjerrod. "The Emperor does not share your optimistic appraisal of the situation," said Vader. "I tell you, this station will be operational as planned," said Jerjerrod, which was true, even if it left out the question of when. "Perhaps I can find new ways to motivate them," replied Vader in his mechanical voice. "I assure you, Lord Vader, my men are working as fast as they can." He had long since stopped including project timelines. His reports to the Emperor were carefully worded so as to emphasize the progress they had made in their construction efforts instead of mentioning when things would be done. It had been known for months that their schedule had slipped, or was simply in a continuous process of slipping, but he had hoped to make up for that before he was pressed on the matter. "You may dispense with the pleasantries, Commander," said Vader. ![]() "Lord Vader, this is an unexpected pleasure. Darth Vader stepped forward, his custom suit making hisses of its own. He could feel his stomach bubbling with acid and suppressed a shudder as he saw the ship open with a hiss of cycled air. Yet for this visit, there were matters of appearance to consider. ![]() ![]() He'd lately taken to sleeping in his office in those moments when he had the time to sleep. Admiral Tian Jerjerrod stood in the bay with his uniform crisp and clean, a state it hadn't been in for quite some time.
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