After hours monitoring the screens, watching, not again having a clue what the man was doing. I turned awash from the complexity of numbers on space, there is not really a communication right down to the hardwiring. If it was unplugged and not firewire or optically linked to any other system, local external, you were safe, but at any Galaxy, we worked with the easiest method and that, only the speed of the light can tell you.
While some new Jedi was ravishing himself on the force, and Master here, other there, there was nothing much I could do, not even as to present myself.
A Clone trooper entered and with a dry nod, seemed to say. "The reinforcements are being depleted." He was tired, I made his program and I knew there were not enough flight reservations to make new deals for unwanted viruses. I wanted him to work without a cease and only tell me what it had on hand, at the best antiviral program MI-6 The Empire paid dutifully, we had invested less in other material and it did pay back the results, the report.
"Commander BF1" Holds position. "Enemy identified." he would wait for my order, but I was only a step on and the information arrived way too late, I turned around for him to get out, for almost another half an hour had finally studied the subject, it would have taken me long if there was depth.
Vader did not grant enough dark Matter on to my side, we, The Empire owned 92% of it, in my files and other machines where I had encrypted the laws who guarded the Universe, by oppression in mass or accepted input, via secure, scanned and unknown areas.
I did maintain an outstand, maybe a little harder than usual, my father was a Devil calling me for torture, it sounded lame and that is another story, I only work in one and when the set is not one, I know where the values of the work is put on, or the work to value what.
He wanted to make me Jealous of the position, sending me a trooper soldier, another rant of his, as if I was stupid enough to follow up and "Yes, Sir, yes Sir!" I need to take out the torrent and proceed with the elimination.
There was only a job to work for while being willingly hostage in this Space Cargo, cabin. Expanding the Sith connection, Vader needs to be reminded of how much he lost, and how much he will. This is the only motive that keeps him going, I have been working for the last decade, even sent in the past to re-direct the murdering list of sponsors to The Future Empire and return to listen to this sh*t. "One enemy!"
